fiction – The Fyne Prynt

I pushed on the door absentmindedly
I was walking out
He was walking in

Looking down I didn’t notice him until I was upon him
His battle suit was freshly pressed ready for the wars of the day

I looked up
Our eyes met
I smiled
He smiled on his lips and his eyes
I said “Good morning”
He said “hey”

I was walking out
He was walking in

I wonder if he thought of me today

I wonder when he realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was

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