She always took the same position, on the grass right where the north and east drives intersect, just near 66th Street. It's a lovely part of Central Park, popular with locals. The majestic American elms tower above, their canopy allowing dappled light to filter thought and...It sets her hair aflame with tinges of red and gold.
Today's breeze made those flames flicker and dance with a life of their own until her slender hand moved, delicate fingers absently tucked those locks behind her ear. She didn't look up from her sketchbook, just frowned slightly, maybe at the breeze, or at something she pondered upon her page. I ran by and didn't stop.
I've seen her here every Saturday for many months now; coffee cup, sketchbook and her box of pencils, these days a small picnic hamper as well. She'd sit and draw.
The first time I saw her she looked right at me.
I'd stopped right there on the path to re-tie the laces on my runners. I glanced up and saw her looking at me. I panicked - She was so beautiful. Blue-grey eyes the colour of a summer storm over the ocean, long auburn hair, alabaster skin, a light dusting of freckles across nose and cheeks and rosebud lips. So beautiful.
Head down I tied the laces, stood and continued my run without looking over again. I panicked. I didn't want to seem weird. I glanced back over my shoulder though, and caught her gaze just as her eyes shifted from me back to her drawing book.
I did seven laps that day each of them, by some curious coincidence, going right past the intersection of east and north drives; each time she looked up...And I panicked...Until the third lap which is when I ventured a smile. She smiled back.
She always takes the same position on the grass right where the north and east drives intersect, just near 66th Street. I run laps; a Saturday ritual, and every lap when I come past her she smiles...And I smile back.
When I'm done I run over to her and stretch out peaking over to her sketchbook to see what she's drawing. She hides it. She's always had a thing about me not seeing her artwork until she's done. I laid down beside her after rummaging around in our picnic hamper for my water and closed my eyes, content just to be beside her.
It had been months since I'd seen her for that first time and we were together now; inseparable really.
I smiled inwardly at how wonderful it felt to be a part of her life, her man. I laid there listening to the scratching of pencils colouring upon the page and thought with satisfaction how we'd drawn closer over those months, how we'd coloured our lives with love, the way we wished it. She'd brought colour to my world and through her I discovered inside me what I thought I'd lost...And at the same time I knew I was lost in her. Pleasingly so.
I drifted into a half-sleep, my hand absently reached over to her and rested upon her upper thigh; I needed that closeness, that physical touch - I wanted it. I sank into the moment and knew I never wished to leave it. I was drawn to her.
[A fifteen minute fiction]
Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default - Tomorrow isn't promised so be humble and kind
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I liked the bit with the lady; but I didn't like the bit with the exercise.
Haha, yes indeed. That part made me tired just writing it!
Beautiful story! I felt drawn to it. Loved the imagery you recreated with such great vocabulary. I had a sudden urge to illustrate these scenes as I read. And the end left me hanging, I was sort of expecting some kind of imminent conflict. I wonder what happened later! Reminded me a bit of the Netflix series named "You".
Thank you for sharing and see you around!
Hey, thanks for taking a read. I was in the mood to have a little creative fun and that's what came out. Seems to work and I'm glad it read well for you.
Hope helps to move through troubles of life. Everyone of us can try to create some beautiful masterpiece with our life decisions.
Everyone's life is a masterpiece, we just need to see it - In ourselves and others.
Beautiful story @galenkp thanks for sharing.
Thanks, just something that popped into my head. 😊
Wait! Wait! You cannot leave me hanging like this. Take another lap.
Beautiful story, Galen. Honestly, it was such a tugging draw, I didn't want it to end.
Le sigh.
Hey Swigs, thanks for the comment. I was just having some fun and thought it was a cool little story to tell. I'm glad you liked it. 😊
I loved it and the story with the car the other day. Use that crayon again. Works well for you. 🙂
Oh, you read my car wash post with that creative text in the first two paragraphs? Again, was just having some fun. 😇
I know. It was fun. I read it to my company. :)
Haha, really?
Swear to God. It was like a trap snapped. I had already read it, so I knew, but to watch them hang on to the words... it was good. That is difficult to do that successfully.
Nice style, keep it up!
Cg
Thanks, I'll try. I'm glad you liked it.