This is not a true story…
He paused when he entered the room and made eye contact with no one. Was he embarrassed?
Him…embarrassed? No. Impossible. It had to be something else. Something important. Dire,
perhaps? Whatever it was it was in his eyes. Unmoving. Staring at something but nothing. Vacant.
Those who had filled the room and had been waiting for him, began to feel the difference…the before and
now the now. (Actually, those who decided to show up had more a curiosity than anything else.) Ear to ear
whispers created a soft murmur throughout the gathering. One would be correct in assuming they were
they were waiting for answers to their unasked questions. What happened? When? Was there even a why?
He looked up.
The murmurs subsided.