XXXVII
Sam’s eyes jump from the river bed to the bridge above. He watches as the somber man approaches the railing and peers over into the empty expansion of river below. Sam jumps to action and races up to the bridge, waves his arms in frantic motions to stop the man before he jumps. His eyes fix upon Louis’s and the two for a moment are frozen in time.
“Louis?” He asks
“Sam?” Louis responds.
“Jesus man—you weren’t going to—it’s been so long.”
“Yeah…it has…hasn’t it?”
Louis steps down from the metal railing and stares into the crystal blue of Sam’s eyes. He contemplates the nature of time and how the universe could align in such a way as this while Sam grabs him by the hand and leads him through the twisting city streets down to a small donut shop that they once frequented. He’s at a loss for words as Sam rattles on and on but he manages to crack a smile as the two of them are frozen—if only for a minute—underneath the blanket of the universe.
