Monday, May 24, 2010

Your Picture

A few weeks back I was out eating dinner. About halfway through the meal I noticed a middle aged man pacing by the front entrance. He was peaking through the windows, rubbing his hands together, and continually patting the sides of his head, trying to fix a head of hair that was already perfect.

He was waiting for someone. Someone special.

Then another man entered. He was bald, no hair to fix, but I bet if he had some he would have been nervously trying to fix it as well.

The two men walked to each other, real slow, neither smiling, just in a daze as if they were floating a few inches off the ground. Then when they were a foot a part, one of the men raised his hands and carefully held the others face.

"You look just like your picture," the man said. And they hugged for over a minute.

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