The sky was painted with orange and pink hues, as if the sun was setting, however, that wouldn't be happening for another few hours. I decided to go for a drive. I love driving. When you are young, there is no particular direction you feel as though you must go. My situation was no different. Taking turn after turn down streets that appealed to me in that particular moment seemed to be plotting my course. While looking out of the window, I saw a familiar face sitting and waiting for a bus. It was someone I had gone to school with a long time ago. I was faced with one of two choices; the courteous thing, go say hello or totally ignore the fact that I saw anyone at all. During this decision-making process, the decision was made for me when the familiar face seemed to recognize MY familiar face. I grudgingly proceeded to pull up along side where they were sitting.
"Hello, there..." As I began to speak, I realized that the name of this person had long since escaped me. I faded out quickly with a simple nod. "Hey, yourself! It's been a million years, huh? What a small world!" They seemed a bit more excited than I. Enthusiasm is quite a difficult emotion for me to fake...unless of course, I'm drunk. As they began to walk closer to the passenger side window of my car, my foot had such an incredible urge to switch from brake to gas pedal. I refrained. "What are you up to these days?" A question I always dreaded from any old acquaintance. "Oh you know, same ole' same ole'. Just working, living." "Yea same. I've actually just moved to this area. Do you live around here too?" Sigh, what have I gotten myself into...
As cars behind me began to beep, I thanked the universe for coming up with the best ways of saving my mortal soul. "Oh sorry, I don't really think I can be in this lane for too much longer." "Oh, no problem!" As they proceeded to open my passenger side door, I realized that the universe came up with even better ways to CURSE my mortal soul. "You wouldn't happen to be going down this street would you? I'm only going a few blocks really. We could catch up a bit." Sigh. "Sure, just let me know where to go."
The conversation in the car seemed simple enough. Even though it's the bane of my mere existence, small talk usually is...simple. It dawned on me midway through, that this person had forgotten my name as well. Did I really know this person from school? If not, where is it that I could have known them? I quickly racked my brain a bit to come up with some sort of answer. No one usually wants to be the one to break with the always ill-timed asking of the name. Especially this far in! "Is your stop coming soon?" "Oh yes, few more blocks. I'll let you know when. Tell me one thing though while I have you here. Do you remember that one time you told me about a dream you had? The one where I was on the airplane with you?" Nope. "Yea. Absolutely." "Well, It's funny because I'm actually in aviation school now. I never really saw myself in airplanes, but somehow you did."
Hmm. Now that was something that intrigued me. I actually had some sort of influence in this person's life. I was suddenly more curious about how and where I exactly knew this familiar face. If I had shared one of my dreams, that must mean that I at one point had a strong connection. Perhaps one that I tried to forget about as I often do. But why then are they resurfacing? And how...
"STOP! you passed the street!" They said laughing. When I zone out sometimes, my foot tends to get a bit heavy. "It's ok, I can walk the last of it. Thanks so much. It was really great seeing you." As they got out of the car, I realized that I knew this place. I knew EXACTLY where this was, and why I hadn't thought of it before. This person never knew my name, and I never knew theirs.
"Good luck with aviation school Ms. Violet," I mumbled under my breath as I sped off.
P.s. Who do you think Ms. Violet is?
P.p.s. Who do you think the driver is?
P.p.p.s. Writing fiction is hard!