A Chance Meeting

pizza you could only find at privately owned Italian restaurants. They took advantage of the luxurious warmth and sat

on the front patio where they could watch people pass by on the busy Bloor Street.

But soon the sunshine was cast aside, and as with most hot humid days the bright blue sky was overtaken with black

masses. They were just finishing the last slice when a crash from the sky seemed to let loose an ocean of water.

“You look like drowned rats!” exclaimed the owner with much amusement as they tore inside.

“That’s some fucked up weather,” laughed one friend while examining his now see-through shirt.

But he was no longer paying attention. His eyes had been diverted to a young woman who had just walked in. Her long

brown hair, dripping wet and tousled, gave her a wild, untamed look. Her almond-shaped green eyes were captivating,

and could lure anyone in who dared stare at them too long. Her heart shaped face didn’t have a single blemish. His

heart fluttered at a rate that must be unhealthy, and his breath was taken away by the amazing creature that stood

. . .
He never knew that after not seeing someone for so long

that feelings long buried and forgotten could come back to you with such an over-whelming force his knees felt weak. Her cheeks no longer had their adorable

roundness and she looked as if she had lost at least 30 pounds. She saw the concern, the pity that she loathed.

“Just some people, does it really matter?”

“No, I guess it doesn’t. He wanted to

say call me when it hurts too much, call me when you feel like giving up, just call me and it will be all right. ”

He didn’t want to continue this agonizingly meaningless small talk.

He never knew someone could change so much in two years.

“I have cancer,” she blurted out, and returned her gaze to the wall. ”

“And you?”

“Not really anything to tell you the truth.

“So I can’t get involved with anyone, can’t start any kind of relationship or try to fix any past mistakes. Her eyes had lost their sharpness and were dull and blood-shot. He wanted to hold her and tell her it would be all

right, that she could beat this disease that had consumed her body until there was hardly anything left.

Common topics in this essay:
Fine Thats, Bloor Street, , tell truth, im die, tried remember,

Approximate Word count = 848
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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