The Pointless Book

Extract From A Book I'll Never Write #21

They meet again under the sixteenth lamppost Thomas has passed by, Henry has stepped out of the convenience store - hair disheveled, carrying bags of snacks in one hand - when their gazes meet. He stared, and stares, and stares at Thomas, standing on the other side of the street. And then finally, finally he smiles.

Time does not stop, the world does not cease turning on its axis, but sometimes - sometimes - the clouds part to reveal what was written all along in the stars.