Lovelock
- Writers Pouch

- Mar 21, 2015
- 3 min read
Updated: Jun 5
I sat at the airport, staring at the bracelet, with a lot of disappointment. Slowly, I recalled the moments when I laughed with her, touched her silky hair, looked into her eyes, and heard her sweet voice, which always made me smile. Eshita… my enigma.
As I was lost in my thoughts, a middle-aged man asked, “Could you take your bag?”

Noticing that a lot of other seats were empty, I hesitantly picked up my bag, and he sat beside me. After he settled, he asked, “That’s a wonderful bracelet. Care to tell me the story behind it?”
Noticing me confused, he continued, “I would like to kill some time. The plane to Stockholm is delayed by two hours.”


