A Story


I think about odd things that people have done, including myself. I might have told this story before, but I will repeat it.
When I was fifteen and lived in Salina, Kansas, I went to the library to apply for an adult library card.
A warm summer day, and a busy day for that library. People read books a lot back then. That was our version of the computer.
However, books and libraries are not what concerned me about that day.
I scared a young lady, similar in age to me, out of her mind. I did not do it intentionally. I don't know why I did what I did. This is what happened—an urge came over me to speak to her because I had the overwhelming feeling that I knew her.
I blurted out to her, "I know you! I know you!"
In that moment, I truly felt she was someone I knew.
Poor girl. She ran off shouting, "No! No!"
I stood there, wondering why I had said what I had to her.
She probably won't read this. Wherever she is, whether here or in the next world, I wish I could apologize.
I meant nothing by saying what I did. It still puzzles me that I felt so strongly that I knew her.
  • Author: JDB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2024 10:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: This actually happened.
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 6
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  • Bella Shepard

    It's the little oddities of life that keep it interesting. She has probably told the story of the young man who approached her in the library and blurted out "I know you", and she wonders why she ran away Shouting "No! No!" I love stories, and I love this one.

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