He told me his name

I sat still my legs crossed in a modest way on the steps not far from where I work. I recall my expression for I was contemplative; drifting in and out of my life and lives I have lived and still to live. I felt serene and surprised that I did. So perhaps I had an odd expression upon my face. The sun was brightly flashing darts in my eyes, but as always I was protected by a faithful pair of sunglasses. He walked just past me; I noted him for he looked directly at me as our thoughts crossed each other. I was startled when he turned and walked the few steps to where I sat. He was elderly. He asked me was I a Muse? At first, I thought he said have you been accused; we smiled at the confusion. He spoke to me in gentle tones of his professional life.

“I was once paid a lot to teach public speaking”
“One client asked me if I ever spoke to strangers”
“let me tell you two things” he said with a glint in his eyes
“one: never speak about yourself to a stranger, ask something about them”
“two: if a person does not respond to a question; respect their right to privacy”

In a brief encounter with a perfect stranger, I felt buoyant and the courage to pass this moment on.

He told me his name

Lisa  Jewell

Joined July 2007

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