two boys catch eyes and meet.
they touch their hair; look down in hiding; retract into their bubble of defence.
time passes one takes the courage to approach the other.
the other, moves with almost perfect synchrony.
"he looks familiar" one thinks.
"i think we feel the same way," thinks the other.
"hi."
"oh, it's you."
"i almost couldn't recognise you."
"it's been a while."
"we kinda look alike."
so, they know each other all along.
they reach out and attempt a handshake, or maybe even a hug.
what they feel upon first contact
is but a cold flat barrier that they cannot break through without destroying one or giving the other seven years of bad luck.
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Musings
General FictionA collection of prose, poetry and stylistic writings by Wilson Alexander Hoe
