THE LOVE AT THE CONCENTRATION CAMP (P1)

                       A blissful morning in the middle of the city. Everyone is busy, running their errands, stressful faces; not one smile could be seen, Expect for one middle-aged man, Who sat on the chair in the park, enjoying the beauty of the exuberant morning, observing everyone.


                                                        Amidst the flowing crowd, a girl, in her late twenties, with a handful of files and an exceptionally large cup filled with coffee, came and sat on the chair, beside the middle-aged man. The man started looking and observing her as if he was searching for something. The girl felt eerie and offended asked the man.
"WHY are you staring?"
"Your eyes remind me of hers"
That was the only reply she got. He, then got up and started walking away. The girl was astonished all she could think was
'what did he just say?'
she went blank for a moment, ran after the man, carefully not spilling her coffee.
"What did you just say?" she asked,
.He smiled at her.
"Who is she? Is she as beautiful as me ?"
"You only got her eyes, You are not even that pretty." the man said.
"Oh! so she's THAT beautiful?" she asked
she went on.
"Who is she to you?"
"EVERYTHING"
"Was she your girlfriend?" she asked
The man nodded.
"Where are you going now by the way?"
"I live near Time square. I am on my way home, it is her birthday" The man replied
"Well, I work near time square.....so, let's go ?".
The man grinned.
"Well, get going. I've got a long story to hear" The girl smiled.
                             
                                                   
                                                                                                                                                 T.B.C