Eyes Contact

By Evan Bernstein

Feb. 22, 2014

Hark, dear reader, do you know the tale? ’Twas a bright late-winter morn when the sun’s light and the day’s break arose o’er the mountain’s top and the lake’s shore. Know you not the story of two young academics, strolling opposite one another, converging on a central point betwixt them? Glorious be it though not-so-smooth encounter thus, an oh-too-large hundred paces separating still the unsuspecting peers doth made the eyes contact but such-to-soon a moment.

The time’s frame being simply too large and the side’s walk being simply too narrow, the students gazed in the likewise manner, each his other’s subject. Fie upon’t so happened that yester’s day, for it shall live infamously onward in the news’s paper for grand’s children yet to be. Doubt not the validity of the story told hence’s forth, as there more details emerge here’s after. Immediately following their ghastly encounter the afore’s mentioned players directed their looks downward, so as not to incur the social penalty imposed on those who let their eyes’ contact so linger.

Quick though their moment was, fleeting so it came to be, ’twas a moment worth a life’s time, more valuable than gold, more abundant than a chest’s treasure. Dear reader, I implore you, do not take my meaning to be that of cautionary import, no! Read my musings as a tale of love, life, and happiness, and sadness, and loss, and joy, and fear, and society, and everything, and nothing. Lo, so it has become the end, and it is time for me to say good’s bye. Fare’s well, dear reader, and all’s the best!