They fell together as they crashed into each other. Neither saw the other coming. She landed on her butt, him on his back. Speechless, they stared at each other. It had been four years since they last saw each other and neither expected to run into the other here, at the skating rink of all places.
Mary felt foolish and nervous. She wondered if he would remember how they ended, hoping he wouldn't. Mortification spread across her face as shame enveloped her from memories of how she treated him.
Sam couldn't believe Mary was next to him after all this time. His brain was scrambling to make sense of the situation, attempting to find words he had always wanted to say to her. Nothing coherent formed worth saying out loud. He was too awash in strong mixed feelings.
"Hi, Sam. I'm so sorry about running into you.", she mumbled while looking down at the rink, unable to meet his eyes.
"I imagine you are.", he stated quietly.
His words hung in the air, thick with accusation. His eyes bored into her, searching for answers she didn't have.
He had asked Mary to marry him four years ago, and she pleaded for time to think about it. Shock was an understatement, but he didn't want to lose her, so he gave her the space. Her plea was the last time he saw her. Three days later, he called. A recording, stating the phone number was no longer in service, was his notification of their breakup. He couldn't accept it and drove immediately to her house only to find it empty with a sign in the yard pronouncing she sold it. He still couldn't make sense of their ending years later. It made little sense. He could only wonder if he ever meant anything to her and if she had used him.
Above is the result of a writing exercise where I am to write a scene involving a rink.