Yesterday I was on a bus from somewhere to somewhere else and a lady on the seat in front of me began to text. Over her shoulder I could see the words so I averted my eye… until curiosity won the battle with me.
I love you Zack, she said.
Then after a few seconds there came an alert
I love you too
So I want to be with you, she said.
There was a longer interval.
You know that’s not possible my darling, he said, Not till I’ve told Amy about us
The woman’s thumbs began to knit with more intensity
Will you EVER tell her?
Promise, you can trust me can’t you?
I can’t trust you you’ve said it before
I need more time
I’m not sure I can give that
Darling it’s not easy for me the children will be upset
Then tell her
That sounds like an ultimatum
I guess it is
That’s not fair
It’s not fair that I’m the other woman
There was a long pause. The bus stopped many times before he said
You’re scaring me
Tell her by the end of today. If you don’t I will. I’m sorry x
The bus arrived at the somewhere else the woman wanted to be, two stops before my own. As she got off, I pondered what I’d seen. I did not know if the man would tell his wife and children, or if the woman would break the news herself. I did not know if this was to be the end of a journey for people I’d never know.