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From A Half Remembered Dream

She saw him from a half remembered dream. That morning on her way to work as she stopped to pick up her favourite yellow carnations, she’d thought it was him. Across the street, cars zipping by on the busy street, a mangy dog yelped as it got almost run over by a car, he stood there at the crossing. The light still showed red.
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The park was flourishing with spring flowers, the walkers briskly going their way, the children making the usual ruckus and all this while, he sat reading his book by the lake. It was a serene day. Light breeze in the air, the sun as if in a good mood, shone brightly enough to warm one’s heart to delight.
She had spotted him first; he never once looked up. From afar she could make out his feature – the typical tall dark and handsome man. And he loved reading too. Interesting man, she’d think. Weeks went by and each day motivated, she waited for him to look …