By Andrew D. Wright
The second before I was in Halifax,
absently coding for Logos as I watched the woman on
the pad next to me leave my life forever. We had had the real thing once.
Somehow some kind of submerged emotional fault line had shifted and split
us asunder. I felt that things would have worked out if we wanted them to,
but she didn't. She wanted her freedom and that was now something that
didn't include me.
All I could do was stand there like an idiot, reliving the
humiliation of having to reach her and feeling my hug fail to connect.
Words failed me. My most faithful allies had deserted and I mutely watched
her link away. With the caress
of her perfume still in my head I swiped at the go and as soon as I linked
through I knew I was in trouble.