Sighting

You were just another lady on another train. And yet you were unlike any other lady on any other train I’ve seen before. or since. Your attire was a sublime but caustic assault on the senses, and it’s own antidote all rolled into a single visual occurrence. Time and date unknown. Point of origin shrouded in mystery. Destination-you’ll know when we get there. If we get there.

Another lost soul, hoping never to be found. Visible for a fleeting moment to those who know where, when, and how to look. Your smile is as outrageous as it is subtle. Your inner solitude resonates with another in the locale. Is it mine? Could it be that the last two pieces in the jigsaw, fit perfectly together. You tell me. If you know. If not, perhaps we could find out together.

The grinding train wheels screech to a halt. The winding tracks of destiny-of potential-lie ahead. Do you get off here? Do I get off here? Or does the engine of fate whisk us away to the next exciting instalment of our ongoing stories. Perhaps there’s about to be a crossover episode. Perhaps there isn’t. Stay tuned.

Maybe you’d like to be the special guest star in the live action role playing game I’ve been playing all my life. Possibly I could merit a cameo appearance in the unfolding yarn scripted and directed by you. Lights. Camera. Action.

What d’you say?

Kismet is its own reward.