It was Friday afternoon, and my plans were tossed in air, as I had planned to catch up with a fellow work mate. Plus, my car registration renewal payment was due, and now that was my first priority.
It wasn’t until I got to where I had intended to pay, only to find that Post Office had moved! Hence stepping back out onto the street, with dark grey clouds, people bustling by with a panic look in their eyes, as though the sky was about to open up with a bucket of water, any moment....Which meant I needed to get home.
I grabbed some hot chips and raced for the tram, swiped my card and sat down in the seat for special needs. Then I dipped my hand into the chip box and popped one in my mouth.
A couple of stops down a girl ushered along in the crowded tram and sat down. Her hair was familiar, her every seemed familiar and then... a knowing of who she was, washed over me.
My heart beat faster....
Now, I had just got a glimpse of the thief.
Not just any thief.
But the one who had stole from me nearly two years earlier.
Incidentally, at work my co-worker and I had only spoke of her a day or too earlier.
Then she saw me and doubled back.
My face was expressionless.
Then she did the unthinkable.
And laughed like you were a sucker!
I had a choice, I could have got up and said unpleasant words and then fled the tram.
I chose not to. However, I trusted my intuition.
I ‘saw’ and had a knowing that her heart was now throbbing in her throat.
Her habit taught me a valuable lesson.
In taking back my power.
Because, I am strong.
It’s okay to live alone.
Post written circa 22 November 2015, 16 February 2016 (Actual Event November, 2015)