truth

The intoxicating fumes of strongly brewed coffee filled the
small,dimly lit cafe. People sat about in twos or threes chatting and
in the corner sat a slim girl dressed in black writing feverishly in a dark
red, leather bound notebook. She wasn’t paying attention to anyone and
didn’t look up as another girl her age walked into the coffee shop and
ordered a double expresso.

After picking up her drink, the second girl stood in the middle of
the cafe looking about for an empty seat. She spotted the girl in the corner
and walked up to the table and surly and authoritatively. The girl cleared
her throat. The writer looked up, her quiet hazel eyes confused and
inquisitive. For a moment their eyes locked, determined blue and wide hazel
stared at one another. Time stood still as soul mate encountered soul mate.
The memories of the centuries spent together flooding back and disappearing
again. They had been pulled apart by the wild cycle of death and rebirth and
now they were re-encountering each other for the first time.

“Hi, my name is Samantha,” were the first words spoken after a pause
spanning a minute and a millennium. “There weren’t any tables left so I was
wondering if I could sit here,” the bolder girl continued. “I hope I’m not
disturbing your writing,” she said as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Oh … Samantha …” the other girl responded slowly, cautiously seeing
how the name sounded to her ear, feeling how it rolled, smoothly, off of her
tongue. Liking what she heard and felt, she continued. “My name is Aimee.
Don’t worry you’re not disturbing me. I’ve probably been sitting here for
way too long,” she said as she massaged cramped fingers

They sat there intrigued by each other. Tasting the coffee and the memories
in the air. And no one in that coffee shop noticed the historic event that
happened there that day.