She came out of nowhere.
He’d just got off the bus in the middle of town when it happened. It was embarrassing, standing there cuddling, with pedestrians eyeing them as they stepped around them. She stepped back. “You remember me, don’t you? The party last year…” she waited.
“Of course,” he lied. She was quite a stunner.
“I’m so glad we bumped into each other again,” she said, her eyes flashing bright and her lips pursing.”
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The writer put down his pen. He had scribbled these lines weeks ago. He was stuck. Each time he came back to them, nothing was added. He wondered where it was going to from here. He had thought of a number of possibilities.
Did she hiccup and say that she was sorry, that she’d been drinking, probably too much, then quickly walked away?
Maybe she stood back and squinted, then put her glasses on and apologised for having the wrong person?
Was she embarrassed and excused her behaviour on the basis that the medication she was taking was messing with her head?
At that point, did a group of people nearby start giggling, which caused her to admit she had done it as a dare?
Could it be that the girl had lifted his wallet when they cuddled?
Was it the case that she simply laughed and apologised, saying that she’d always wanted to do that?
Maybe he should leave it unfinished. It could be a kind of cliff hanger, allowing the reader to come up with an ending that suited them, according to their own taste.
What a cop-out!