Christopherson

It was twenty years ago, and on an evening in May. At sunset, I leaved the house. I preferred to go for a walk, the weather was warm and there was an unwonted sweetness in the air. I saw an old bookshop and visited it. In the shop, I chose a book and went to a stall. I had been vaguely aware of someone beside me, a man who also was looking over the books. He seemed about to say something. I walked slowly away; the man moved in the same direction... Who was it? What he wanted to do? Read the story till the end to know it!