The Second

Hello There

There's no story here.

The girl wasn't a lost girl. That man wasn't a man who found her. It wasn't an airport or a terminal or a place where people meet and people separate. It wasn't a place of departures and arrivals. It wasn't a place of Lost and Found. It wasn't a Start of A Special Relationship.

It was a shopping mall on a Saturday afternoon, and the girl and the man were complete strangers. They shared a look. I took a picture.

And I made up stories with it.

And it was about a lost girl and the man who found her, in a place where everything and everyone goes and leave, and people get lost and found. There would be a Start of A Special Relationship.

And, maybe then, there would be a story.