So I published this on my blog (carpaltunnelat20.blogspot.com), but I thought I’d put it here too!
I wrote a short story a few years ago and I still really like it so here ya go… visit the blog for the story behind the idea of this story
The rustling trees brought back the ache of that day.
He remembered how beautiful she looked. Her glowing ember hair cascaded down her back, bouncing over her shoulder, springing back as she twirled the curls. He remembered what she wore. A blueberry shaded dress, strapless, that was longer in the back, only reaching the top of her pretty knees in the front. She wore black stilettos, one foot forward, one foot back. She was sitting on the bench, reading a book, looking like she had stepped out of a painting. Frankenstein. His favorite book. He had never seen such a stunning woman reading Frankenstein before. Every woman he had ever seen reading such a book was incredibly frumpy and unconcerned with her frightful appearance.
The wind blew, rustling the leaves, both those still clinging to the trees and those scattered on the ground. The breeze tousled her hair and she flicked a piece away from her face. Her silver bangles tinkled as she flipped her hair, chimed as her fingers delicately turned a page.
She was fully engrossed in her novel and oblivious to her admirer who sat several yards away from her. He was trying desperately to work up the nerve to talk to her. She was the ideal woman for him. No, the perfect woman. He loved red hair, adored science fiction novels, and there was nothing in the world he enjoyed more than sitting under the trees and listening to the persuasive breezes sway the trees. In fact, that is precisely why he was here in the first place. Going to the park was his favorite thing in the world because he dearly loved nature. He was enjoying the beautiful day and watching the trees dance under the wind’s power. She glanced up for a moment to observe a curious squirrel that had been observing her. She caught him staring at her, smiled, and went back to reading. He sighed. Her stunning green eyes captivated him and made him swoon. He just had to talk to her.
But he couldn’t do it. He tried, oh, he tried desperately to stand up, put one foot in front of the other and walk over and speak to her, but his fear of rejection kept him seated in his bench.
But he had to. She was a goddess, she was perfect for him, he could just feel it. So he stood. Slowly, but he rose to his feet. He took one step and paused. One more step, another pause. He heard someone walking behind him. He turned to see a man behind him. The man passed him without a glance and moved toward the girl. She smiled when she saw him, stood, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He picked her up and spun her. She picked up her book and they walked away together.
He was shocked. Sickened. Crushed. He felt as if he had just been cheated on. He had never spoken to her, didn’t even know her name, but he loved her as if she had been his wife. He sat dismally, empty handed. In his imagination, he had found his soulmate, but in reality she was just a stranger and would never be anything more.
It had been more than ten years since that day, yet here he was, sitting on the same bench he sat on the day he was cheated. He’s married now, to the supposed perfect woman. All his friends are jealous of her. She is beautiful, charming, and hangs off of him adoringly. She is the perfect trophy wife. She is the perfect woman. But she isn’t his perfect woman. She cares more about her appearance than she does about him, hates reading, and her idea of enjoying nature is when he brings her flowers. He still comes to this park, even though she hates it when he goes.
The wind blows and the trees shake. He watches the squirrels scurry around in search of food and he listens to the children play together. He looks up at the three girls walking in his direction, though still a ways off. They are about thirteen or fourteen and they talk frivolously about boys and clothes. As they get closer, he takes notice of the one on the end. When she laughs, she shakes her auburn locks and smiles beautifully. He is startled by how much she looks like the woman from his past. He blinks quickly, trying to expel the hallucination from his eyes. Her mother catches up with her and hands her a worn copy of Frankenstein before watching her walk off with her friends. It’s her. The woman is standing only a few feet from him after nearly fifteen years. She takes notice of him, smiles familiarly, and walks off with that man.
He was left with only the old memory of her reading and the sound of the rustling of the trees.