Departure
Karin looked over her shoulder as she walked away, then she stepped through the barriers and past a security guard; and in that instant her sea green eyes caught mine and glistened under the cold neon lights.
Well maybe this is not quite accurate!
Let’s say that I stood at the barriers awkwardly and waited for her to clear customs, unsure of where my hands should go, whether I should wave or put them in my pockets or on my hips. In my palm she had thrust a hastily written address so that we could keep in touch, but after all the white suns and the bright blue skies of our love affair we looked tired and pallid under a yellow cast airport light and any thoughts of reunion lay buried in the inevitability of departure. There was the briefest smile on her face when she finally disappeared from view so I stood still and watched the empty barrier, watched and waited for the memory to pass.