“Have been a tourist for most of my life. Didn’t have a place I felt at home. Never knew how to blend in with the people…. Always restless, I just wandered from place to place. Drinking in the sights, greeting strangers. Just floating around.”
“You make it seem like it is a bad thing!”
“It isn’t… until you start feeling lonely… When you tire of the weightlessness and yearn for gravity; for something to pull you, for something to hold on to…”
“Did you find it then?”
“Yes… I found him.”
“Ooooh! A love story. Tell me more!”
“Was about 35 then. Waiting restlessly, as usual, at a red light; I looked around for amusement. And found him; waiting to cross the road. I was drawn by his simplicity, his ascetic clothes, demeanor, his calm face, his unhurried steps. I felt peaceful, for the first time in my life… Instinctively, I knew I had found my anchor. Without a moment’s hesitation, I walked right up to my future.”
Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy.