How could I love a woman I didn’t know?
And yet, as I watched her walk into the cafe, I did know her. Flashes of a thousand smiles, each one radiant, blipped through my mind like movie scenes. Memories from someone else’s life, though the ache in my gut was all mine.
After the heart transplant, I knew my donor had given me more than my life.
With a deep breath, I sat across from her with her favorite—espresso.
Her eyes searched mine. “Hold on. Do I know you?”
“Part of me.” I moved my shirt to reveal my scar.
Sad, sweet and beautifully executed! Great writing!
Thank you Sara!
I really enjoyed this! It’s funny how such a small snippet brought me into the story so quickly. I’m a little curious how the rest played out…
Thanks, Corina! Well, I can tell you in my mind they lived ‘happily ever after’ :). But that’s the great thing with a mini-story– you can imagine whatever you like!
Gives one a sense of meeting one’s own self in real life–as was the (partial) case in your story. Great job.
Thanks, Bobby! Great insight 🙂
I met a young woman who’d never really enjoyed eating tomatoes until she got the heart of a person who had a taste for them. Haven’t thought of that for many years. Thanks for dislodging the memory — and for writing such a fine piece.
Wow, that’s cool, John! Thanks for sharing!