Not Ready to Tell This Part (New)

I was listening to music this windy morning and naturally hit upon one of “our” songs. If I said I listened to it twice, I’d be lying for it was not twice. Somehow, my finger must have accidentally pushed “REPEAT: LOOP”.

For that song brought another memory. One I haven’t mentioned to anyone. It was one of those “Should I?” or “Should I not?” events. A decision to be made that still haunts.

For I saw her once again, by accident, on a trip to Tuscon. I had gone to see my old biology professor who had retired there. He and I were sitting at the little cafe on Tanque Verde that Jane and I had found a few years before on one of our trips. We came here every morning we were in Tucson and she often went to the little art store across the street.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the flash of red hair in the bright Arizona sun, as a tall, slender woman got out of her car just across the street. She tossed her head to swing her hair back in a manner that I had seen a thousand times before. It was Jane. Without looking around, she stepped quickly to the sidewalk and headed straight for the door of the art store.

The rush of emotion was immediate and almost overwhelming. At the first sight of her, I gasped out loud. I started to rise with her name on my lips . . .

Ah, but I am just not ready to tell about all that yet. Soon, but not now.