At the bus stop, she sees him again. Every day she passes him, his strange clothes, his wind-blown sandy hair and startling eyes the colour of moss. And every day he catches her glance, then looks away, an act that both discourages and compels her.
The pounding of her heart tells her she is on the brink, and without thinking she approaches him. She sits on the bench beside him. She wants to put her arm around him, not saying a word. Instead, she reaches tentatively for his strong hand on his leg, and gently places her hand on top. He raises his gaze to meet her eyes. A jolt of electricity passes through her. Her eyes widen.
“Hello,” he says quietly.
“Hello,” she whispers back.
They sit in silence on the bench, the sea of people passing around them like water around a stone. She feels as though she will jump out of her skin if she doesn’t remove her hand from his, his presence is that intense. But she can’t help but keep it there. Taking away her hand suddenly feels as though she might feel the pain of loss.
This happens to me all the time. I’m sitting on a bench and some gal accosts me. Kidding! This is cool stuff Steph!
Hahaha! Don’t you wish, sweetheart!
(And thanks!)
I like your little story snippets here. It’s actually quite unique…to find a blog where people actually post ORIGINAL FICTION (instead of coaching us or telling us how to make money!)
…DO continue…
Heh heh.
I see you’ve changed your avatar again.
Lookit the way you don’t look directly into the camera.
So wistful….so pensive. You obviously have a lot on your mind.
The PERFECT pose for a tortured-intellectual writer.
This will go on a book jacket one of these days, mark my words.
Friar: Oh horror of horrors! If that picture ends up on a book jacket, I’ll be mortified. It’s not about the tortured intellectual (it’s about writer’s block), it’s about being too shy to look at the camera.
But thanks for saying that I will have a dust jacket with my picture on it someday! And thanks for telling me to continue writing. I’m glad you like them. I figure one of these days I’ll like one of them too enough to think I deserve a shot at this authorship thing. I’m hoping that one character will eventually spark my interest enough to let me tell his or her story!