|At the Park
“Excuse me, do we know one another?” said the man, as he sat down on the bench.
I’d seen him walk up, I was pretty sure I didn’t know him, maybe this just was his way of starting a conversation. We crumblies spend enough time at the park that we often make ‘park friendships.’
There’s a bunch I talk to, some daily, and yet I still don’t know names. I do know who they are, where they live, if they have, or had, a spouse, children, grands. Always what’s going on, and how the government hopes we die off soon so they can save the pittance they expect us to live on. What’s a name when you’re already friends?
This one I didn’t know. I smiled, saying, “I don’t believe so. Are you new in the area?”
“No, though I haven’t come here often. I just felt I knew you. Maybe from elsewhere? I’ve seen you somewhere before...”
We started chatting about where our paths may have crossed. He was easy to talk to. I don’t usually warm up to strangers so fast, but after a short time we actually were chatting as if we’d known one another for ages. Still, though, finding nothing in common.
As we sat in a shared silent moment, a child ran by, apparently trying to catch up with another, and she yelled, “Sandra! Wait up!”
It was like and electric shock went through me at the name, ‘Sandra.’ Suddenly I felt as if I was Sandra, but not anymore. Little pieces suddenly exploded in my mind. I’d been Sandra, married to Ronny, I’d had children Sarah and Ben...
My mind reeling, I glanced over at the man beside me. He smiled so big! “Now I know! You were Sandra! I was Ron!”