Exploits of a Random Brief Encounter

“what happened?” said (), examining it as though it held some subtle contagion.
‘It inhabits the space between coincidence and intention” said (), with a stony light in his eyes. “Interactions become catalysts for desire”() continued.
On the dim horizon, fragments of memory leave traces that outlast their duration.
“Will you wake me from my watch?” () spoke low, as gently as the afterlife of objects persists through repetition.
“Fragments accumulate,” said () visibly concerned by the prolonged silence.
“An archive of speculative histories.”
Detached from its origins, residue appears briefly at the edge of perception before dissolving back to anonymity.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? An echo continuously rewritten by chance?”
() gulped down some air and glanced once more.