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The 50th: A Story of a Random Encounter

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The 50th: A Story of A Random Encounter.

by: Gianella Labrador

Tuesday Morning.

Sun was shining.

Or so I thought.

It started raining.

Caught myself running,

Just in time.

Bus is approaching.

Nice catch of breath.

Murmurs and gossips.

Answering phone calls.

Door closes.

Someone sits beside.

Raindrops continues.


Where everyone is headed.

Just when, I felt sleepy.

Eyes closed,

Felt myself leaning towards

A broad shoulder.

His scent makes the ride better.

Ever wondered?

Some fragrance have something.

Something to be reminded of.

It just feels great.

The scent that’s comforting.

Scent that’s good.

The scent you know you’re safe.

Nothing will go wrong.

Next stop.

Felt him move my head.

Enough not to wake me.

Felt a kiss on my forehead.

It was sweet.

Opened my eyes as I get closer.

It was time to get off.

A scent that’s become scent-imental.

Stopped by at a coffee shop.

What a coincidence.

It was him at the cash register.

I just smiled bluntly.

I smiled though he can’t see.

Face masks on.

He smiled too.

I sensed it.

Took a seat near a window.

Sipping through my drink.

Looking around,

I gave him a wink.

Next thing I knew,

He comes with service water.

Noticed a note at the tissue paper.

Some contact details of who knows?

I head out the shop.

Still smiling even no one sees.

The rain has stopped.

A brand new day.

Walking around nearby,

A toddler comes with an ice cream.

In white dress.

Then a young man approached her.

Someone’s on a break at work.

He’s wearing a cap.

Asks the young lady where is she going,

Says, she’s lost.

He grabbed her by the hand,

Asks, “want some company?”

While strolling around,

Someone’s back hit me.

“Aww.” I uttered in shock.

“Sorry miss.” he said looking down.

Our eyes met once again.

That’s one minute.

“Miss?” He calls for the nth time.

I was dumbfounded.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Still holding the little girl.

“Yeah. I have to go.”

I responded with a nod.

“Wait, wanna have some snack?”

He grabbed my hand on my attempt to look back.

“My treat.” He added.

In my response,

I grabbed the girl’s other hand.

I can’t help but stare at him.

Back at the coffee shop,

The rain started pouring again.

A jazz song started playing.

He’s smiling at me too.

“We should return this child.”

I said bluntly.

“It’s alright. I already called.”

He answered, drinks coffee.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“Thanks for the treat.”

I said and bid my goodbye.

Head back to work.

Few months passed.

I was riding the bus again.

Same spot. Same stop.

A familiar scent waves me “hello”.

It’s him again.

He was sitting from a far.

With some girl.

They seem happy together.

Bought an ice cream nearby.

Felt myself crying a little bit.

On a freezy cold weather.

Time to bid that encounter goodbye.

It was good while it lasts.

Will there be next time?

What will the next stop be like?

Just have to keep looking forward.

No matter what tomorrow brings.

Appreciate little things.

Next thing you know,

You’ll be smiling again for some weird reason.

Like an idiot.

But that’s life.

You must always look forward to something.

That gives you one more reason

To wake up and be alive.

Otherwise, what’s the point of life?

Live with it or leave it.

Up to you.

Keep shining. Keep smiling.

You are worth loving.


© 2022 Gianella Labrador

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