I'm cold as a match
Ready to strike...
- FF
Well, Maggie got to the station. Otherwise the story would've lost its sense. Sam was sitting on a bench, staring through his glasses. Maggie stopped for a second. She was curious to know. She wanted to see what he could see. What could he see through his eyes? How did he feel about it? What was amazing, astonishing, disappointing, sad, lithle, childish, remarkable, beautiful, intriguing? What did he see?
She went on, stumbled and stepped by his side. Taken aback,he looked at her for a second, then gazing in the nowhere ( again ) said:
"Have you noticed that railway lines wave in for certain length, then split and continue in two parallel lines?"
She looked at the far division.
"Yes, you are right," she blinked, "I haven't noticed."
"Sit " he smiled at her.
Further on, they talked about little things, big things, films and songs, bands and theoretical physics, literature and trivia awkwerdness. She calmed down. He was calm.
Then Maggie asked:
"Do you know that everything has a beginning but has an end too?"
They kept silence.
"You are not right. You need to change the sentence. You need to twist it for such an unfortunate truth deserves the solace of ostentatious beauty."
"And how should it sound?" Maggie asked.
"Rather... The beginning of an end is far less the value of the mean. What do you think?"
"Too complex. Complexity sucks."
"Ok, radical."
He gazed at the nothing again.
"What would you say about ... Between the beginning and the end is all we call impractical. Impractical is what matters."
Maggie feverishly looked for a hidden message that meant he did not like her. She failed to find it.
"Yes, I like it more that way."
Sam smiled and gazed at her face. This time his glasses were all in her direction. She could read them. At least, she decided to believe what she saw. She decided for once not to let strong sense overtake the beauty of probable illusion. She wanted to believe and so did she. Just let go and answered his gaze with a look full of simple complexity, beautiful anxiety and passive desire.
Still looking at her eyes, Sam mumbled mumbled:
"So you share my lck of pragmatism?..."
She sighed a yes.
They kissed and continued tracing the railway lines and routes together.
What happened afterwards? I can't really give an answer to this question. It is not my story to follow it. Then Maggied and Sam followed the railways but today may be the beginning of an end... Or it could have been yesterday. That is how trivial life becomes unique to some - they need just to let go and quit planning. Others, though, need planning the next second or they quit life. The trivial ending is the perfect beginning of a story - it evokes the collision of simple and complex.
What more?!
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