By Pablo Libedinsky

It wasn’t my fault that the woman approached me at the airport saying that she recognized me after forty years, that we had been an item in college for a few months and that it was a pity I didn’t remember her because, as she said, we had been very close, really, really close; so after I recalled a few things, we talked for almost an hour; then before boarding her plane for Australia she hugged me tight and gave me a long kiss which made me feel so good that I held on to her a few seconds longer than I should have so when we got on our plane to France my wife wouldn’t stop scolding me saying that I ruined her vacation though she was ruining mine and when we came back she threw me out of the house and I’ve been back to the airport every day to see if the woman returned, but she never came, so she probably stayed in Australia or maybe she’s flying around the world kissing old flames, destroying marriages.

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Pablo Libedinsky is a retired computer programmer living in San Francisco, California. He wrote a few stories when he was 12 years old and then stopped, later returning to writing as an adult.

His stories have been published in Down in the Dirt, Let Me Tell You a Story, The Gorko Gazette, 10x10Flash, CommuterLit, and Academy of the Heart and Mind.