Things started off with the intervening hand of Murphy's law.
"Morning... What time is your train?"
"
Things kick into high gear as realization kicks in.
"Darlin, it's 6:30. Get up and get dressed, we gotta go!!!"
"None of my alarms went off, how does this happen?"
Fumbling on a pair of socks "Don't worry bout that now, we gotta move."
6:34
A small black car, revs and speeds out of an apartment complex.
6:40
The small black car weaves through city traffic at break neck speeds.
6:45
The driver of the small black car curses vehemently at a traffic light, in multiple languages.
6:50
The small black car screeches to a halt in front of the Taegu Train station. A large dark haired man grabs a suitcase and sprints for the lobby, followed closely by a petite blond woman.
6:57
The man hands the suitcase up to the woman as the train door closes.
I watch the train door close and feel the coldness of a new void. I'm sure we'll meet again, the world is a small place.
Fair winds and following seas, Dove. I'll miss you.
2 comments:
I don't like good-byes. I would rather say "until we meet again." It is more hopeful.
Sometimes good-byes are necessary, and there just isn't a good way to say them.
Exception- Never a good way to say goodbye, really wish they did not go with this way of life.
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