"There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leader rang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden." - The Great Gatsby
August 23, 2008
A Very Real Story
It happened that a young woman walked out of the clothing store with a face rosy with post-shopping euphoria, only to discover that the rain clouds had crept in sometime during her indoor self-indulgence. As she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and shivered, wondering how wet she would be if she attempted to return to her car parked somewhere down the distant street, the young man standing beside her offered to walk her to her car under his umbrella. He was a tall attractive fellow, with a crown of golden curls tucked under his cap and deep poignant eyes. Obligingly, she accepted his chivalrous offer and the two walked side by side along the wet concrete sidewalk.
Somehow, she felt deeply at ease around this young man. As they filled what could have potentially been an uncomfortable silence with light-hearted chatter, the young woman caught herself stealing multiple glances at the charming stranger. His good-natured expression let her feel trusting and amiable towards this man, and the mysterious smile on his face -- as if there was a private joke he was having with himself -- caused her to feel like a curious child wanting to be let in on a secret. When a blast of wind hurled a barrage of frigid rain into her body, he automatically pulled her closer to him so that his body shielded her from the cold. The arm around her shoulders felt warm and protective, and she thought idly, "How wonderful this all is!"
At last, when they had arrived at her car, she felt strangely sorry as the warmth around her shoulders receded. Thanking him profusely, she asked if there was anything she could do for him, to which he replied that it had been his pleasure to accompany her. She would have loved to ask him to meet again sometime, but he had already turned and stalked off in the other direction. As she sat in the driver's seat waiting for her car to heat up, she suddenly thought to phone her friend about the handsome fairytale stranger she had just encountered. But alas, as the young woman burrowed through the pile of shopping bags he had helped her load into the car, she soon discovered that her purse, along with its invaluable contents, had all but vanished along with her excitement of encountering a real Prince Charming.
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2 comments:
nice. that sucksss
i did continue that story i have on my blog. that was a post from over a year ago from when i was trying to show my dad what i did in my spare time.
but right now it's really messed up, in order to satisfy the new plot twists i have to go back and change lots of details, not to mention my style of writing since it's been about 3 years since i started.
what a pessimistic story. but i guess that's just expected given the prevalence of loneliness these days.
eh, i wrote a new story. drop by my xanga if you wish =)
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