It was raining that November day, so they both stood in the doorway of the Parisian café waiting for their chance to make a dash down the avenue.
They were strangers of course, isn’t that always the way. Henri started the conversation first – telling Phillipe that he needed to get going soon. He had a ring waiting at the jewellers – a ring that he was going to use to propose to his lover that very evening.
Henri told Phillipe that he had been waiting for a long, long time to see the band that he was going to attend that evening.
They had both had a couple of glasses of wine. One to give him courage with his proposal, the other to start an evening of music.
It’s funny the way we enter and exit people’s lives. Sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a lifetime.
As the rain stopped, Henri said goodbye and wished him all the best at his concert.
Phillipe looked at the November sky and smiled as the sun tried to break through.
In a panic he checked his pocket again to make sure the ticket was there – and it was, one ticket to see Eagles of Death Metal at the Bataclan Theatre.
Phillipe almost skipped all the way down the street.
bobby stevenson 2016
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