Meeting with a stranger

She sat all curled up in the corner of the compartment playfully needling out the snowflakes lodged in her curly hair. She looked blissfully unaware of the surroundings full of people trying so hard to get to offices which they so hated. She was too lightly dressed for the New York winter but her face still glowed in the radiance and austerity of her smile. She looked 21, probably 22 at the most with the most beautiful pair of green-blue eyes he had seen all day. In all he was sure that she was the most beautiful thing that had walked through these compartment doors ever. As he coyly looked at her while pretending to flip through the newspaper he suddenly found himself looking straight into her green-blue eyes as she stared right back at him. He shifted uneasily and flipped the pages of his newspaper. It was then that he found himself staring at those green-blue eyes again on the obituary page. She would have turned 22 the coming Christmas.