Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
When she met him she felt she was looking into a mirror, not a reflection, a mirror of her future. Not a a visual mirror, a mirror of thought, a mirror of feeling.
Yes, she could imagine herself with him. Long, languid discussions lazing in a beautiful sun-kissed garden – a picnic rug, a thermos, a newspaper. Lying looking at the sky, hands barely touching, the smell of jasmine in the air, talking about the themes of the day – politics, books, ideals.
When she met him he had no idea she had mapped out a day into their future – it could be a future starting in two hours, it could be a future in 10 years. To her it was what she wanted that afternoon. She wanted the dream to become reality. She wanted him.
When she met him he was standing in front of her, looking uncomfortable, ill at ease not wanting to be anywhere public, anywhere personal. He seemed to disappear into the music that engulfed them. He avoided her eyes, then he looked at her. He avoided her eyes, then he looked at her.
When she met him he was introduced as Jimmy. Jimmy, who had the voice of an old-time singer, a dream from another time……