A brief conversation

We looked down onto the high street from the first floor window. The rush hour was finally dying down. Pairs of beautiful, young people entered and exited the restaurant below, their confident eyes lit by the orange street lamps.

We looked down onto our tired bodies, ashamed.

Ashamed that we weren’t beautiful and young anymore. Ashamed that we’d done what we just did. Ashamed that this was the only way to find the passion we’d long forgotten within us.

We left the unlit boardroom in silence and never spoke again.

AK

Photo by Cedric Brule, Paris