l imagined him getting out at Churley… giving up his ticket, walking back through the streets……

normasshearer:

l imagined him getting out at Churley… giving up his ticket, walking back through the streets… letting himself in his house with his latchkey. His wife, Madeleine… would probably be in the hall to meet him. Or perhaps upstairs, not feeling very well. “Small, dark, and rather delicate.” l wondered if he’d say, “l met such a nice woman at the Kardomah… We had lunch and went to the pictures.” But suddenly l knew he wouldn’t. l knew he wouldn’t say a word. Then the first awful feeling of danger swept over me.

BRIEF ENCOUNTER 1945, dir. David Lean