The Meeting

The Meeting

Trent was sitting on a park bench as Sandy stopped, as she was jogging by.

“There are at least sixty birds in that tree,” she said.

Trent glanced up, “Don’t pay any attention to them.”

“That’s odd, I’ve never seen that many birds sitting so quietly in a tree before.”

“Huh. Weren’t you jogging?”

“Yes, see ya!” Sandy jogged off.

Trent closed his eyes.

As Sandy turned the bend she glanced back and stopped. Trent was still sitting, with his eyes closed. Suddenly she was concerned that he might be unwell.

But, just as she was about to go back, all the birds in the tree suddenly flew down and land around him. None landed on him, they actually landed in a circle, with him in the exact center, his eyes remained closed.

As she stood in shock watching, she could see him speaking, though she was unable to hear what he was saying. Suddenly he lifted his arms, and all the birds rose as one and then flew off to the north, directly over her head.

Glancing back at Trent, he was still sitting on the bench, his hands were in his lap again, and his eyes were still closed. She jogged back and sat next to him.

“Hey,” she said. “all the birds are gone.”

“Huh,” he answered, opening his eyes and looking up at the tree.

“You didn’t hear them leave?”

“I must have dozed off,” he said.

“So, you want to get some lunch together later?” Sandy asked.

“Sure,” Trent said.

As Sandy jogged off again, a bird landed on the bench. “Told you it would work,” he said to Trent.

“But, I wanted her to like me for me.”

“I hate to tell you Trent, but this is you...” the bird said, then flew off.