The One

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?


“I’ve been looking for you.”

The words hang in the air around you, stifling you in a way that makes you feel like your choking. It’s not impossible for a person to die of air asphyxiation, though you’re sure that the news will have a highlight due to it. Seconds seem to blend into minutes and you blink a few times before clearing your throat. “Excuse me,” you ask.

The stranger is smiling now, a big grin that seems to split their face in two. If you weren’t creeped out before you definitely would have been by that point. “I can’t believe I found you,” the stranger says.

You grimace. People are looking at you now, watching the scene play out in front of them as though it is some sort of hit drama. You want to leave, but you doubt that would stop the stranger from following you.

“Why were you looking for me?” There. It is now your words that hang out in the open air, and it feels as though a tiny weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

“You are the one,” the stranger shrieks. You take notice of the cracks in the language, almost as though this stranger is hiding something. There’s no way you’re going to find out.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m the one that is late for work. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

As you begin to make your way out of the cafe you try to ignore the fact that the stranger is following you. As soon as you make it out onto the main road you’re sure that you can lose them. Their words reverberate through your brain, and you can’t help but to wonder what they meant by “the one”.

 

~J. Spade

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