Ripped from yesterday’s headlines
Train station
A man my age is sitting at a train station. Bags scattered around him. Ge stares at the ground and he begins to cry slowly.
A black man, probably two and a half times my age sits down next to him. He notices a banjo case at the younger mans feet. Points and says “huh”.
Younger man What’s all of this bullshit mean?
Older man I haven’t figured that out yet.
Younger man Well when you do, can you let me know?
Older man Only if I figure it out before the train gets here, otherwise it’ll be decades before another chance encounter like this, and I don’t believe in chance encounters.
Younger man Me neither.
Older man …….. (pointing at the banjo) why don’t you play something. Something to remember a chance encounter
(the younger man pulls out the banjo and plays quietly at first, singing through some tears. Maybe it’s easy like Sunday morning. Maybe alone again (naturally). But maybe, just maybe it’s a song none of us have heard before, but we all find it enchantingly beautiful and unreal. Like clouds or salt crystals.)
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