There she was, standing under the monorail, a sunshine shadow, a dream with a broad smile, a book in one hand, coffee in the other. He was glad to see her smiling and happy. His memories of their time together were 95% positive. They had had a talent for having fun together and had made a deal that their relationship was not to get serious. She would only be in town for 6 months and then she would move on. That’s what she did. She saw the country in short residences, sampling the art and the food and the men. That was her life right now and she loved it. She had no intention of messing it up with a serious relationship. He had never known anyone else like her. She was his first and only attempt to have a “light” relationship. He just knew at the time, that he was not ready for another heavy one.
So they had made an agreement: No falling in love. No expectations. Just fun. Other people did this sort of thing. She apparently was quite experienced in these types of relationships, so why not give it a try? And she was great and funny and smart and very easy on the eyes.
And now here she was again, standing under the monorail on a perfect Seattle day, smiling. He so wanted to go up and say hi and see how she was doing. He wished he could tell her how much he appreciated their time together. He knew, however, that her memories of him were not 95% positive. He’d been the one the break it off after she told him she had fallen in love with him. The breakup had sent her to therapy, which she detested and the last time he had seen her, she clearly was not happy to see him.
He knew exactly how she felt since he himself had been dumped by his next girlfriend who he fell head over heels in love with. It had sent time off to therapy, which was something he never thought he would do. It had saved him he thought.
And now, here standing under the monorail was the person he had so badly hurt. Here she was, book in hand, smiling in the sun. What a wonderful sight she was, and as she looked up and moved her head and looked in his direction, he slid behind the coffee cart, a smile on his face as he turned around and walked the other way leaving her with her smile and her coffee.
— DanielSouthGate
So they had made an agreement: No falling in love. No expectations. Just fun. Other people did this sort of thing. She apparently was quite experienced in these types of relationships, so why not give it a try? And she was great and funny and smart and very easy on the eyes.
And now here she was again, standing under the monorail on a perfect Seattle day, smiling. He so wanted to go up and say hi and see how she was doing. He wished he could tell her how much he appreciated their time together. He knew, however, that her memories of him were not 95% positive. He’d been the one the break it off after she told him she had fallen in love with him. The breakup had sent her to therapy, which she detested and the last time he had seen her, she clearly was not happy to see him.
He knew exactly how she felt since he himself had been dumped by his next girlfriend who he fell head over heels in love with. It had sent time off to therapy, which was something he never thought he would do. It had saved him he thought.
And now, here standing under the monorail was the person he had so badly hurt. Here she was, book in hand, smiling in the sun. What a wonderful sight she was, and as she looked up and moved her head and looked in his direction, he slid behind the coffee cart, a smile on his face as he turned around and walked the other way leaving her with her smile and her coffee.
— DanielSouthGate
Hi Daniel! Soo good to see you here! "His first and only attempt to have a 'light' relationship"
ReplyDeleteLove this line. I can picture this whole scene. Your writing paints pictures
Hello! This is Macoff! Good to see you, Daniel, and Lkai, too! I submitted early today, on the first day, and coffee is involved (in the background) in my tale also!
ReplyDeleteLove the last line. Great ending.
ReplyDeleteOh, I hadn't commented on this story! Gentle and true, as always, Daniel. And so much for "agreements" about not falling in love~! Now, fellah, is this really flash FICTION? We all know you've had, and are having, quite the life! ---Macoff
ReplyDeleteOK, busted. There is a little fiction in here, but not much. Will work on leaving memoir behind.
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