Look Without Seeing

He helped the woman to her feet. She mumbled a thank you. Both continued on their way. They never saw each other again.

From time to time, their thoughts drifted back to that day when the rain had poured down, and she had laid upon herself the weekly groceries.  The moment their eyes had met. The moment their hearts touched. They moment they left it to fate, and fate had not been watching.

On her wedding day she thought of him. On his wedding day he thought of her. They were both wishing the other luck.

He grew old, clutched in the hands of his wife. But every time he walked down that street he thought of her. She had started taking the bus.

She began to go blind at a young age, her sight leaving her slowly. Later on his eyes grew murky, it was a family trait they told him. Blackness took him eventually.

It was a rainy day when they met on the street, both hooked in their spouse’s’ arms. They recognised the other’s voice. They smiled, shook hands.

“We’ll be late.” Her husband tried to  pull her along.

She stopped him. “It doesn’t matter.”

His wife was looking at the curiously, glancing between the woman and man. She pulled the woman’s husband to the side, whispered something to him.

They left the brother and sister alone for a moment.

Reviews

[Nima M]

Wow. I thought they were lovers at first. This is so good. Well, except for a few mistakes. But overall, It's a really nice story.

[Tegon Maus]

A touching story. Sad in a way... I thought it was something different unfulfilled love for lack of a better word but I liked your version better.

[AK]

Wow! Very nice! I loved it Archia!