Recognition

He knew her, but not for sure. And he felt a tension rising within him. A sexual tension.

The woman, with hair short and blonde, focused clear blue eyes directly on his. She projected herself into him, with her eyes, and a smile.

He looked at her, almost a stare, covering her completely with his gaze. A thin blue summer outfit clung slightly to her tall lithe body. His tension grew from familiarity. She fidgeted with the ring of keys held in her hands.

In a small world, they stood in the aisle-way of the store. Other customers moved by their either side. Women glanced a look at him, men at her. Maybe the strangers could sense the heat that radiated between them.

Softly she spoke his name, and asked if it was really him. He extended the same to her.

They embraced... butter melting into toast. He held her close. Her still firm breasts he pulled tight against his chest. She pushed the femaleness at the junction of her legs against his thigh. Unspoken, they began to heart-share a memory of many years ago.

Hard winter weather had brought them together on an isolated back road, separately stranded. They had forced their entry into an unoccupied cottage for shelter. A mattress and blankets on the floor, a fireplace for light and warmth. For an afternoon, a long blizzard night, and part of the new day they made love.

Now, in their embrace of unspoken memories, they again shared the soft glow of a fire casting its flickering shadows on rumpled blankets and naked bodies.

The storm had passed. They said goodbye. She returned to her husband and the lonely glass house in the city, he to his lonely cabin in the woods.

Then once more, today, they said goodbye.