They've just left when I begin thinking about how I'm going to move forward. Ali could help.
There will be a future. of that I am absolutely sure. its not a coincidence that we met today, that her cousin happened to make the introductions.
Saara. Her name is Saara. I like the way it sits in my mind and sounds on my lips. The woman who has lived in my memory finally has a name.
Ali didn't ask after a husband or kids. So there is the possibility that she may be single.
There was a sadness in her demeanour. As if life had taken the shine out of her. She has aged, maybe not on the outside but definitely on the inside.
Her manners were flawless. I hadn't expected anything less. From the way she had addressed me, to the way she had looked at me. Warm and gentle, generous with her compliments and sincere. Even the way she had looked at Ali, with warm affection- not as a lover, more as a younger brother again reinforced my original view of her as being the sweet, warm person I had convinced myself she would have been. He was more affected by her than she him. The thought reassured me.
I'm thinking about her leaving the country when the lights suddenly go out and the building literally shudders. The tea lights on the tables tremble and the dinnerware tumbles over. My first thought is earthquake. The room is full of stunned silence and people crouched on the floor but someone is screaming outside. Instinctively i move towards the door and open it slowly.
Blood, fire and rubble: absolute carnage.
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Caged Nightingale
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