Crucify Me

C H A P T E R 43

There was once a man and a woman at their late 30's who met at the bench inside a train station at Paris. Both are asian and at the same time, they are tourist at that place. The name of this guy is George while the woman is Sarah. They look both good. Pretty decent clothes. Nice smile. They smile at each other as they both sit on the bench after coming from oppositie direction.

"Hi?" the woman at her late 30's lively said. Hardbound George's Orwell's '1984' on her lap. She's wearing an flowery sundress, heel boots, and on her shoulder is a tote bag.

"Hey there," George replied. Hair's a bit disheveled. Flowery polo neck. Demim jeans and boots. And looking at his wrinkled forehead, we can estimate that he's on his late 40's.

"Have we met before?"

"I don't think so. But," he paused a bit, "we've met now."

They introduced theirselves with each other. They talk and talk until the train arrives.

"Nice meeting you," Sarah told him.

"Nice meeting you too. I really have fun having conversation with you. I like your ideas about reincarnation, feminism, global warming and Philippine's as being the next big thing in mining Deuterium."

She giggles as they finally boarded in the same car. It was a busy day. Tourist are coming back home making the train loaded with commuters. George and Sarah are standing up inside, too closed that they're almost kissing. Sarah can feel George' crotch in her stomach while George can feel Sarah's blessed boobs on his chest everytime the train vibrates.

"It's really a busy day," Sarah proclaimed.

"I agree."

They stared at each other as the world around them suddenly disappeared. Blushing, Sarah kissed George. George replied intensely.

And yeah, they have sex inside the very crowded moving train without no one noticing.

"Fuck!" George uttered the word as a relief. Sarah giggles.

When the train is ten minutes away from their final stop, they confessed something with each other.

"I have a short term memory loss. It's rare case. Every one hour, I totally forget everything that has happened on that loop of time," Sarah told him.

"Wow what a coincidence! I have the same case too." George looked at Sarah's I.D. hanging on her tummy. Just like his, a photo was attached on it with her name, contact information (Incase lost, please contact...), and on the bottom: DIFFERENTLY ABLED.

A beat. They stared at each other as if their having a very deep conversation through their eyes. Finally, the train finally arrived on the third station.

Passengers started rushing towards the exit. Sarah and George is still staring at each other. Sarah was the first one to drop the gaze.

"I'm sorry. But do I know you?" she asked him. He is now a total complete stranger.

"I don't think so," said George who also forgot everything. "But I think we've met somewhere before."

Sarah smiles at him. As they took their exit, they introduced theirsleves on each other again.

I Forgot Your Name
Short Story by JoeyJMakathangIsip

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OUR LAST MIDNIGHT in Batanes was really crazy. Dinala ako ni Edison sa downtown noong naghating gabi gamit ang motorbike niya. Nagsuot kami pareho ng jabbawockeez mask at pinagbabasag nga namin iyong mga glasswalls ng stores gamit lang ang baseball bats. Naka-labing limang stores kami and we were really high that time. Ang ending, hinabol kami ng pulis. Yet Edison is a hustler. Paikot-ikot kami sa syudad. We only stopped on the farthest area of Batan! Iyong mismong pinakadulo talaga ng Batan.