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woman from his past who he had
once harbored great feelings of attraction for but had always been
too shy to speak to her. His mind was feeling aged but his soul as
mighty as a runway train. He approached her barely making out her
facial features, the intense sunlight blurring his vision. He
walked along the street finding it difficult to see. As the two
became physically closer, he saw more of her ever so slightly. At
first he thought he might be hallucinating, a mirage brought on by
fooled senses because of malnutrition and dehydration but as he was
compelled to approach her and did approach her, he saw her clear as
day. She was dressed slightly provocatively, wearing a short
mini-skirt, net stockings, leather boots, and a white cotton shirt
tied at her waist revealing her belly button, her sleeves rolled up
to her elbows. Her hair was dark with chestnut blonde highlights
and tied in a knot behind her head.
    “ Tina May", said James,
his hoarse voice barely formed the words, “Tina May Prescott, is
that you?” He noticed her head turn, her dark brown hair and pale
complexion glistening in the open street lights.
“ She is very beautiful!" he thought as he approached.
    She smirked. “Do I know you?” she
asked, a young lady in her thirties, accustomed to life on the
streets.
    “ Yeah, “he said standing
before her, “It's James. James Timewalker. We went to CB High
together back in …," he grunts, "...too long ago.” He laughed and
she smiled in return.
    “ I do remember you now.
You always were a funny one. How have you been?”
“Well great…”
    She caught his confusion. “You're not
doing too well, huh?” She frowned seeing his shabby and unkempt
appearance.
    “ What about you?” he
asked.
    “ Doing well,” she replied
shrugging her shoulders. “Trying to survive like everyone else,”
she added.
    “ Ain’t that the truth? It
was nice seeing you. We ought to keep in touch.”
    “ That would be great.”
Tina smiled in a manner symbolic of preschool puppy love. Then a
car pulled up, headlights bright purple of the old Cadillac. “Well
I got to go.” She pulled out a card from her shirt pocket and
handed it to him, “call me when you get the chance.”
    He thanked her and pocketed the card
as she turned away and entered the old Cadillac that subsequently
pulled away. He felt the sense of butterflies in his stomach like a
school boy crush he carried once before. The feeling of romance
newly revived in him made him forget his troubles and feel young
again. He thought he would see her again soon. Then he turned and
realized the reality of his meager existence and that the truth was
that he was alone in the dimness of the street corner and he was
homeless.

CHAPTER 7
    “ It’s how the other half
lives. We exhibit fortuned excellence of and for all
civilizations.” Broad Staffnight spoke so eloquently with his
silver tongue and quick wit that his echo could be heard down the
dim corridors and brightly lit hallways and doorways of the typical
lavishly decorated office building belonging to Temporo, Inc., a
major corporate giant in high stakes finance and not a typical
company in the downtown areas of the metropolis of Chronix Bay. The
arched portals mimicked ancient Greek architecture and the attitude
of the principal officers were akin to the Gods. “Just imagine my
friend, with the right timing and patience, we will be like
Gods.”
    “ I like your style, Broad.
You have a bright future with this company.” The older man patted
his subordinate on the back as he walked out of the younger man’s
office.
    “ I’ll see you at the
country club, Mr. Barry,” said Broad waving goodbye to his elder
contemporary, Mr. Marion Barry, Chairman of Temporo, Inc.’s Board
of Directors and a solid mentor to Broad as the elder man left the
room.
    Broad then looked at his subordinate
Daniel Raymore, in-house accountant and chief bookkeeper, and
yelled out into the hallways, “Mildred, come in here please.”