Passing moment

I was running late, mega late and no amount of speed walking was going to rectify this. I checked my watch as I tried my best to dodge the people who all seemedΒ to want to get in my way. It was 8:55 and my train was in three minutes, I was going to have to be super human to make it. Up ahead I saw the familiar sight of bouncing curls, it was him again. Last week when we had bumped into each other by the pay machine he had said sorry as he had touched my hand. We had shared this moment, I was sure of it. I sped up. If I got closer to him I might make it onto the same train, even it was a later train…

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