The café window shimmered with the reflections, but something caught her eye. In the window’s reflection, the man sat alone with a coffee, head bowed, fingers tapping as if lost in thought. He looked familiar but she couldn’t quite place him, an old coworker or someone from college, perhaps. The man in the reflection looked up and met her eye. She turned to walk toward him and ask if they had met before. As she turned, she felt a cool breeze go by her arm and the table was empty. No coffee cup, no plate, no man in the chair.
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Nice work. I felt the chill in my spine
Spooky
Eerie! My guess is time traveler.
Dear Tara,
Pretty spooky. I want to know more.
Shalom,
Rochelle