It started with a simple non-event.
A crossing of paths from a distance.
   Fate that intertwined the city streets.
One way signs here and there.
   Lost in the maze of building shadows.
The shuffle and bustle of humans near and far.

   The semi quiet of pre-happy hour.
Guests trickling and popping up in pockets.
   A glance across the marbled top buffered by colorful glass bottles.
A quick smile of recognition.
   Thoughts of fancy, flights of dreams, timeless countless years zip by.

   Smoke to fire to ashes.
It stared with a blink.

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