Never Shall We Part
This was an assignment in my Writer's craft course, "write about the most beautiful thing" she said. So this is what I came up with, I also wrote the most disgusting but.. I guess I'll see if people read this first.
She steps slowly into the empty square. Children have been freshly put to bed and the lovely sound of the cicadas burn in the summer night. She breathes in deeply, catching the scent of the cherry blossoms, that drift around her like over sized snowflakes. Then she coughs hysterically, in a fit that seems to last forever. It calms down, she smiles to herself and shakes her head disapprovingly. "Come on girl." she whispers into the night. "You're almost there."
The click-clack of her foreign shoes on the grey stone walkways remind her of nothing back home. That's the way she likes it. She slowly steps up the slope of the bridge, her heart thumping more ferociously with every step. Finally she's at the top. She turns facing the small lake lined with the full lush cherry blossoms. Pink and dancing exotically with every light breeze that touches them. She closes her eyes to feel the sweet breeze sweep her platinum white curls over her shoulders and skim the edges of the silk dress on her body. It's not perfect yet. So she keeps her eyes closed and waits patiently.
She thinks back to a week ago, when the doctors gave her that grim look they have gave to so many others. She swallows harshly and thinks back further. When she was young and her hair was twisted in ginger locks. She sits in front of the old clock tower, while the wind whips her white and green floral print sun dress around her naked calves. That's when she met him. The daring fellow dressed elegantly in a navy blue suit. He takes a strand of red hair between his index finger and thumb, bends down, and presses his beautiful lips on it. Still holding her hair, says in a voice as silky as the kimono she wears now.
"Angels must be jealous of such fine hair,"
She touches the wrinkled corner of her eye just as he did many years ago.
"such brilliant emerald eyes,"
She skims her fingers over her weathered and aged lips and quotes aloud to herself. "and lips as divinely perfect as these."
That was love at first sight, for both of them. He was a business man who traveled but always came back to her. Until one day, he didn't. His last days were spent in Japan, where he had an allergic reaction, so fatal.
Finally she opens her eyes. Salty tears ready to fall down her cheek. She has nobody. Loved nobody, since him. The lightning bugs glow and flicker across the still lake. The moon, full and perfectly painted upon the glass top of the water. She feels her heart slow, and she smiles when she feels the embrace. So warm and real as almost fifty years ago. "I've been waiting for you." a whisper floats into her ear.
Suddenly, her skin falls away like clothing. Her wrinkles burn away and her hair sprouts beautiful fire. Her eyes, dull and grey are painted a sparkling green. She turns as her elderly remains drop gracefully to the ground, a smile pressed to her lips. She reaches out, touches his dirty blond hair on his head and smiles knowingly as the ground disappears slowly. "I've been waiting too." she says in a voice as sweet as honey.
The click-clack of her foreign shoes on the grey stone walkways remind her of nothing back home. That's the way she likes it. She slowly steps up the slope of the bridge, her heart thumping more ferociously with every step. Finally she's at the top. She turns facing the small lake lined with the full lush cherry blossoms. Pink and dancing exotically with every light breeze that touches them. She closes her eyes to feel the sweet breeze sweep her platinum white curls over her shoulders and skim the edges of the silk dress on her body. It's not perfect yet. So she keeps her eyes closed and waits patiently.
She thinks back to a week ago, when the doctors gave her that grim look they have gave to so many others. She swallows harshly and thinks back further. When she was young and her hair was twisted in ginger locks. She sits in front of the old clock tower, while the wind whips her white and green floral print sun dress around her naked calves. That's when she met him. The daring fellow dressed elegantly in a navy blue suit. He takes a strand of red hair between his index finger and thumb, bends down, and presses his beautiful lips on it. Still holding her hair, says in a voice as silky as the kimono she wears now.
"Angels must be jealous of such fine hair,"
She touches the wrinkled corner of her eye just as he did many years ago.
"such brilliant emerald eyes,"
She skims her fingers over her weathered and aged lips and quotes aloud to herself. "and lips as divinely perfect as these."
That was love at first sight, for both of them. He was a business man who traveled but always came back to her. Until one day, he didn't. His last days were spent in Japan, where he had an allergic reaction, so fatal.
Finally she opens her eyes. Salty tears ready to fall down her cheek. She has nobody. Loved nobody, since him. The lightning bugs glow and flicker across the still lake. The moon, full and perfectly painted upon the glass top of the water. She feels her heart slow, and she smiles when she feels the embrace. So warm and real as almost fifty years ago. "I've been waiting for you." a whisper floats into her ear.
Suddenly, her skin falls away like clothing. Her wrinkles burn away and her hair sprouts beautiful fire. Her eyes, dull and grey are painted a sparkling green. She turns as her elderly remains drop gracefully to the ground, a smile pressed to her lips. She reaches out, touches his dirty blond hair on his head and smiles knowingly as the ground disappears slowly. "I've been waiting too." she says in a voice as sweet as honey.
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