Wordless Conversation

The couple walked down the pavement of the busy street. It wasn't strictly body-shuffling busy, but there were quite a few other people walking on that same walkway, going about their own business.

Her hand, fingers entwined, was in his, and her steps were nearly skips.

One of her favourite pastimes while walking like this, back to the car after a day of fun in the mall, was to observe people passing her by on the street. Oh, here's a bald guy in a leather jacket, he probably rides a big mean bike, but goes back home to an overbearing wife. Ah, there's a group of gaggling girls in their teens, still in their school uniforms, looking at expensive designer clothes through the shop's display window. She can't believe she used to be like them, and shakes her head. Ooh, here's a terribly handsome looking guy, busy tapping on his handphone, probably messaging several girls at once. She can't say she didn't still look, but then again... She turned to the man beside her. He smiled back, and they continued walking.

They turned a corner, and before she realised it, she crashed head-on with another woman. Ouch, did that hurt! She looked at the person she had assaulted (or was it the other way around?). The other woman had on quite a haughty look, albeit reduced slightly from the bodily collision, and she was decked out in an expensive-looking dress, with (really) high heels. She was quite amazed that the other woman managed to keep her balance after being crashed into. Ah, there's the reason. The woman's arm was linked around a guy's who was standing beside her, his attire a full formal business suit. Oh man, a rich power executive couple... she didn't particularly like their kind, because she knew that he absolutely hated people like them. Stopping her staring, she just politely exclaimed an apology to the woman she banged into. She received a curt nod in reply, and quickly she walked off. Or at least, she tried. Her hand wouldn't move. He was standing his ground and refusing to budge.

He was staring at the other guy, his eyebrows furrowed together. The man was staring back, lips curled. And then suddenly, to her utter surprise, each man exclaimed the other's name simultaneously. Laughing, they clapsed arms and then hugged each other. They separated, and started talking about things she had no idea about, the guy in the suit, telling something which was kin to a joke. Him, chuckling.

She gave the other woman an awkward glance.

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate.