The Momentary Drama

Well, basically, Frank lived alone. He had his habits. Rituals. He thought about women, but realized it would be a responsibility that could, in awhile, outweigh the pleasure. Lisa felt the same. She had her habits. Her rituals. She didn't know Frank, but, she too, thought it so complicated to try to live with someone else. So funny then, the way they passed each other every day along the sidewalk, on their way to wherever each was going. There were quick glances. Agonizing, when you think about it. Two people, each wanting the other, but too scared to think of the consequences. One day, they bumped into each other.