Still Strangers.
I talked to this girl ... Or should I say I crossed paths with a stranger on Saturday.
She snaked up to me, grabbed me by the arms and started shouting in my direction.
Inaudible for most of it - I couldn't quite make out everything she said - but from what I can gather 3 days later — I'm pretty sure she was yelling me her bucket list.
In between weird smiles and drunken slurs she talked about fly fishing in Montana and some of the things she said she'd always wanted to tell me.
I didn't question any of it and instead sat motionless as she dropped my wrists and walked away seconds later.
Still strangers.
Omitted last line
Oddly, she told me the exact same things last week.
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Last line makes it. You know it works the other way around too, don't you?
There are no coincidences. There's no such thing as a life void of inspiration, as long as the mind is quick enough. *
* I feel it's stronger without the last line. Wonderful imagery and language here.
I disagree, it needs that punchline.
Thanks all! I thought about ending it without the last line but thought it closed better with it. Still not sure.
Strong take on our condition of being alone in the The Crowd, all of us alienated and estranged from the other. If that's right, and maybe it's not, i'm not sure you need the last line.8
The last line has a comic effect for me. I like leaving it at "Still strangers." *
Every day's a new day.