Tuesday, September 9, 2008

And They Danced

So, here is one of the short stories I wrote. Hope you enjoy!!!






It had been a long and grueling three years. He went through every emotion possible. The Highs and the lows. He set at an empty table underneath a consuming and shady oak tree. He fiddled with his thumbs as thoughts rushed through his head.
He admired the children playing, and the mothers piteously watching their kids. And he thought, maybe he was right, then again, maybe he wasn't. He knew thinking was not the right thing. But, he just couldn't help but think.
He doodled imaginary pictures and words with his finger, and smiled at one of the pictured he drew. He got to his feet, and slowly put his hands in his pockets.
"It's about to rain..."
He continued his slow walk, with his hands dug deep into his pockets. He kicked a rock down the pavement with each careful step he took.
He turned and saw the busy streets, and heard the city sounds. As people walked by with the shopping bags, or briefcases. He noticed that they had not a care in the world. He wished he could feel the same.
"They don't know it's about to rain..."
He thought of this as kind of humorous. Although, he, himself had no protection from the rain.
He continued walking, with his hands still sung in his pockets. He felt tiny sprinkles as he turned down 22nd street. But, he didn't seem to care.
"The rain can't make it any worse."
As he turned down his block, it started to rain. It was a forceful rain. He looked up into the sky, and felt the enormous rain drops hit him in the face. It felt fresh to him...he actually enjoyed it!
It was one of the most alluring things that had happened to him in awhile. His slow and cautious steps now became almost skips, and he actually sang.
He swung from poles and trudged through puddles. Passerby's gave him crazy looks, and nodded heads.
He thought it was funny how such a peculiar thing could cheer him. Naturally, he continued to sing. And his singing turned into humming. He tapped and strolled and stomped through every puddle he passed by.
He was almost home now. He grabbed his keys from his pockets, and merrily swung them around his middle finger.
As he approached his house, he saw a dark figure, waiting patiently on his doorstep. Simultaneously, he stopped his singing and movement. He knew what it was. It was her. He stood in disbelief and breathed hard, and stared.
He slowly saw her head rise. She didn't know he was there, but he knew she was.
He didn't know what to do...should he turn and walk away, and come back later? But, it was raining, and she was soaked to the bone.
He calmly put his hands in his pockets and moved forward. He stopped at the first step, of his three. And the girl slowly looked up. He stood staring. Face to Face with the beautiful girl with mascara runs on her face.
Neither said a word.
Just stared for what seemed like an eternity.
He could see nothing but her, everything around him became and empty tunnel, and the thoughts once again, crept back into his head.
Finally, without thought this time, he spoke.
"hey."
"hey."
"What are you doing here?"
"I don’t know."
"That sure does seem like a terrible reason to be sitting in the rain."
He smiled, but she didn’t smile back. He didn't know what to say. He moved beside her, and set down.
"Some rain, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Gosh, It's beautiful. Never in my life have I seen such a gorgeous thing."
She shrugged and looked away. He looked down and noticed something in her hands. Something solitary, and tightly grasped into her tiny fist.
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"In your hand."
"Oh."
She slowly opened her hand and it contained a key inside. "It's our key, I mean, It's your key."
His heart sank. "Why didn't you just slide it under my door?"
"I don't know. It just didn't seem right."
He opened his palm and she slowly put the key inside his hand.
"Well, I guess I'm on my way." said the girl....
She got up and calmly walked down the steps. He watched her walk away. AGAIN.
He stood and attempted to say something. But he didn't know what. She slowly turned and looked up at him. He spoke, and this time, it was almost a whisper.
"Have you ever danced in the rain?"
"No."
She was almost amused at such a silly question. He slowly walked towards her, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She threw his arms on her neck, and buried her head into his chest. He dropped the keys, and pulled her close. They were both soaked, and neither seemed to care.
He grabbed her chin, and it wasn't like the thousands of times before. He pressed his cold lips against hers. And tightly shut his eyes.
And they danced....

4 comments:

jill jill bo bill said...

DID YOU HAVE A GIRL LIVING WITH YOU???!!! Just kidding. I know...that's one of my favs. I always think of KM when I read that. Have you talked to her lately? I love you, baby!!!

Tiffany said...

That's a really great story. As good as any you would read in a novel.

jill jill bo bill said...

Tiff- He IS my son, what'd you expect? Are you flirting with him? Dump your hub and marry Trev and be my DIL and we could laugh and shop and laugh. Trev would be the perfect step dad to Speedy. He was the original...

That Janie Girl said...

This. Is. Awesome.

Just sayin'.