Twice Upon A Time
She¹ returned to Barcelona at age twenty-five, planning to spend two weeks, with side trips including Seville. She’d been studying Spanish.
On her second night there, in a club in the El Reval neighborhood, she met She², a beautiful woman with whom a mere two days later words of love were being exchanged; and two days after that, as they traveled together to see The Alhambra they knew this was something extraordinarily special.
Their conversations and affection wrapped around each other as She¹ told She² of her first trip to Barcelona seven years earlier with her parents, a reward for finishing high school. The city had planted a seed with its many wonders — the architecture of Gaudi and the passionate music everywhere. She recalled her father getting pickpocketed at La Rambla. She fell in love with the language! She experienced new culinary delights.
There was this lovely place in Barrio Gotico called Anómalo that turned her onto both calamari salad and sun dried tomatoes; two favorites since.
Oh my god, hold on, said She ², startled. I waitressed at that restaurant five years ago. It’s vague, but wait — did your father have a mustache with waxed ends? You had short hair then!?
Only thin filaments of memories stirred, but sufficient enough, after filling in details, to confirm to their delight that She¹ and She ² had met previously.
She² talked of visiting She¹ in New York, and She¹ was already looking at her calendar as to when she could return to Barcelona.
Heliocentric Redux 2019
Heliocentric. October 2018 writing project — one short sketch a day, under 250 words each, circling like a planet around The Sun.
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