We hold umbrellas although it is not raining. The wind has picked up, forcing us to hold our hands on our hats so that they do not blow into the sand. The beach is wet, with puddles from the crashing waves up to the grass line. The cumulonimbus clouds hang heavy above us as if they await our departure to drop the remaining precipitation onto the beach. The water is calm. The waves are almost inaudible. The whole world is almost inaudible. There she stands. Her old blue dress. Her black shoes. Her red-ribboned white hat. Her dirty apron. She must have rushed here from the kitchen in which she works. Her purse lays in the sand behind her feet. She looks as stunning as she did the day we met on this beach. She was seventeen, I eighteen. …show more content…
She was taken to the nearest hospital for treatment. Her friends ran after her. One stopped. She turned to me and said that the girl she was with wanted to PRATE with me since she first saw me that day. She was afraid. She never talks to boys. She hasn 't since she was young. She had had ERRONEOUS experiences before and never really had a boyfriend. But, when she saw me, she knew she wanted to talk to me. She said that my saving her might start something between us. That made me want to see her even more. Two days later, I went to the hospital closest to the beach. I asked if they had seen her. She had been discharged earlier that morning. I didn 't know where to go to find her or who I could ask. I had never seen her before. Her friends I had grown up going to school with, but her? Never. It wasn 't until school started back that I saw her again. She had moved here from a town an hour away from the one I lived in. One of the girls she was with at the beach, the one who stopped to talk to me, was her cousin. After her mother and father had been killed in a horrific accident, she had to move here to live with her aunt. This was her senior year of high school, as it was …show more content…
And I obeyed. I walked until I saw her, standing there in the waves, an umbrella held tightly in her delicate hand. She is as beautiful now as she was the day she broke me. "Chey." I tried not to speak, but the name escaped my QUAKING lips. She turned to me, looking astonished. I wanted desperately to grab her. To kiss her. To beg her to love me once more. I couldn 't. I was still. I was unmoved. I could not help but wonder why she came here. But I knew. She came her for the reason I did. She wanted to come to the place where her happiness was left all those years ago. She wanted as desperately as I did to be happy once more. I began to walk to her, but the wind picked up more. Her hat began to fly away, although her hand moved to hold it still. Our umbrellas were dancing with the wind now, but all I could see was that dress. That beautiful red dress that hugged her as I had once in a forgotten time. The hair that looked so elegant, even as it began to fall with the heavy damp caused by the rain. Her bare feet that picked up sand and kicked it onto my shoes. Myself. The image of the man I once was.
...feet. After sitting for so many years, she struggled with the simple task of standing up. She held onto the upper railing slowly walking towards the door. Each step she took away from me was finally perfect opportunity to say something. A simple farewell, wishes of good luck, hopes of a better day. But nothing came out. So as she left the bus a half-a-century of held back words went with her.
As the sun began to hide behind the clouds and began to rain, Margot felt the rain to drip down her face. As she stood in the rain, her classmates then came to give her the flowers that they had got for them.
I once had a friend named, Kailee. She was actually my best friend all through junior high, and partially through high school. She was someone I could trust, and someone I could always have a good time with. She currently lives in my hometown, Sioux Falls, and shares the same interests as I do: traveling, fashion, makeup. She was like a sister to me, until our relationship became more costly than
“I caught a gleam from the whites of her eyes and heard the soft slapping of her bare feet. She was wearing nothing but a yellow skirt of plaited
... ease her with the warmth of my body, to support her with the strength of my arms. But she did not expect this from me, and I did not give it.”
The wind was stronger and the breeze whipped Leonna’s hair around her face. The noise of the breeze around her ears sounded almost like…..whispers of words, in a language long
I also knew that she cares for me a lot, she would be hurt or sad if any disappointment happened to me.
When I returned to my house I found Cathy Gessler an old high school "friend" waiting for me outside.
It had been over a year, and I still hadn't seen her in the store. I honestly didn't know what I'd say if I saw her, but I tried to imagine it. I saw her father (I assume) every week in the store, the same red sash, the same yin-yang jacket, as he bought fruit and eggs and bread and beer and toilet paper. But he never bought fish. And I never said anything to him, and he never noticed me or said Hi. But she noticed me. She knew me. And one day, I knew she would be in the store again, and I would see her standing by the milk, and she would see me standing by the frozen fish.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
It was about one o’clock when she finally pulled away, but not before saying her goodbyes. Humid summer wind blew her hair in her eyes. She started with our f...
the forest I was afraid that noticed that I was following her and was going to trick me. When we
The wind stirred her luxurious red hair and ruffled the lacy hem of her gown.
I only knew him for a couple of minutes yet he was the most incredible man I have ever met in my entire life, she ended. As she tucked her children in they said goodnight to her, she switched off their light and everything went pitch black. She stood outside her children’s door and in line with her vision hung a battered, old guitar. Throughout all these years she had kept it with her, because she knew that never letting go of that guitar meant never letting go of that amazing memory. She just stood there gazing at it, virtually paralyzed, while a single drop of tear, from her brown-chestnut eyes, slowly made its way down her cheek then fell silently on the floor.
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....