Airport arrivals

An elderly couple catches sight of their daughter. There are long, long hugs. Mum hides her tears by straightening her daughter’s collar, Dad does the same by busily wheeling the trolley away. Daughter does not hide her tears, she lets them flow from wide-open eyes, but slows them by smiling tight-lipped at people in the waiting crowd. And the tears seem to be as catching as yawns; I am one of the grown men clearing my throat, my fist to the bridge of my nose. Then, recognising a shared emotion through the tears, we nod and smile at strangers. And then we all move in our own directions.

Regret perhaps

She was pushing the heavy glass door. It was difficult. I wanted to leave the shop as well so I leaned past her and pushed the door too. For me it was light. She held on to the door and it took her. She almost stumbled. She was out of the shop. So was I. She turned and looked at me and smiled.
“You nearly swept me off my feet,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I said.”I didn’t mean to.”
She smiled a different smile now and walked away.
Later in the morning I saw her sitting on the river bank near where the kingfishers play. I waved but she did not wave back. Perhaps she did not see me.