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    Reunion

    I stepped onto the subway, dreading the paper and appointments that were waiting for me at the gallery. Arranging for the transfer of priceless works of art was the most tedious part of the job after an exhibition had closed, and that is exactly what I would be consumed with for the next several weeks. It was a rainy dismal Monday, and the year long leave of absence from the California Arts Centre was in its last weeks. I had used that time to get some valuable experience in Toronto, curating the Picasso exhibit for one of its North American stops. The satisfaction of a successful show was almost overshadowed by the hectic times associated with ensuring the safe transport of the works to their next destination. It was always a melancholy time for me to have such a chapter in my life come to and end.

    As I took my seat, I noticed a woman looking at me from the other side of the train. She saw that she caught my eye and smiled. I smiled in return, thinking I must have had some past business dealings with her. I couldn’t bring a name to my mind. I was surprised that someone as distinctive as she was did not trigger my memory.

    I let my eyelids drift shut, mesmerized by the sound of the stations being recited; the train making its way through the city. I felt a presence and opened my eyes. The woman I noticed upon boarding had moved directly across the aisle from me. Her long wavy blonde hair fell casually around her shoulders. Her full lips seemed tentative in forming words, but she spoke after a momentary silence.

    "I don’t think you remember me, but I remember you." 

    As soon as she spoke, the gate that guarded my long-term memory opened. Tina Kennard and I had shared notes, gossip and the occasional flirtatious glance in a first year art history class many years prior. The smile that took over my face told the tale of my recollection.

    "Tina, I’m sorry, you’re right, I didn’t recognize you at first," I reached across and took her hand in mine. The electricity was apparent as we touched. "Your hair is so much longer – you look – well, you look fantastic."
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    Comments

    1. I was thinking, do things like this encounter really happen except in a Hollywood movie? Hot damn. Wishing it was true. Do we need some backstory on their college years?

    2. My stars, you had me going with them being together after 20 yrs, then the daydream ended at the end of pg. 3. You can not imagine what I said upon discovering it was a dream. That was fabulous. Really, you can’t end it now, we need to know what Tina was thinking while Bette was having her dream. Please don’t end it now, we need MORE!!! lol Thanks. Just awesome.

    3. “Medic! Medic! I need a medic here. Teegirl fell off her chair and struck her head after reading the hotness that Swimmie posted.” I would like to give you a standing “O”. Seriously, that was so hot!

    4. I would be very interested to read about what was going through Tina’s mind during Bette’s daydream. Was she having a daydream of her own?? Hmmm. Greats stuff JKS! More please!

    5. Thank you for that little bit of intrigue. Yes, I would like to see where you go with this as it didn’t hit me that they were very serious 20 years ago, maybe Tina was straight and still is. Maybe they were good friends. who knows as it is in your mind and for you to make up. I look forward to the journey you take us on.

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