Accidental Grace

He’s a perpetual outlander. Whenever cords of insecurity throttled him, he’d track the movement of the monster on a paper-page in his favourite haunt.

She’d no lean-on for emotional support. Her past wounds still wide open, it’s beyond her bandwidth to deep-dive into another affaire de coeur.

One day, while getting to her corner in a bar-cum-restaurant, she tripped just near where he sat. He’s agile enough to arrest her headlong fall and take her in his arms. She invited him over on the far side.

​The inn was about to put up the shutters. They’re still talking on, peppily.

First published in f3

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