The message was clear, "Meet me at the corner of Fifth and Sheridan at 2 pm, tell no one." She stood on the corner of Fifth and Sheridan and waited. It was now 2:30 and still he was not here. She had begun to fidget and check her watch every 30 seconds at 2:15. Where the heck was he and why had he sent that ridiculous note. At three she left, cursing his name, the day she met him and her own stupid hormones that had got her tangled up with him. Really in the year she had known him they had fought more then they got along. She was a fool for even responding to his note. It had been almost a month since she last saw him. She was wasting her time. He was never going to change.
He stood in the shadows of the building across the street from the corner of Fifth and Sheridan where he had told her to meet him. He watched as she kept checking her watch and started fidgeting. He knew by 2:30 she would be cursing the day she ever met him. She was so beautiful standing on that corner waiting for him. They could have been really good together, but he was destined for other things. When he had attended the CIA recruitment event at college he never expected his life to turn out this way. He took one last look at her as she checked her watch as he turned away, slipping into the shadows of the alley knowing he would never see her again.
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13 comments:
Oh, I like it.
A beautiful short short story. It paints their characters in a few words.
Great, the frustration and the explanation, but not for her!
Very well done.
I'm impressed with how well you captured them and intrigued me with just two paragraphs.
Nice!
xo
I want to know why?
Great stuff.
Excellent.
Loved that!! Makes me want to read more of the story :)
I like that - a good story in a short space :)
Love how clearly you paint the portraits and perspectives of the two characters. Thanks for sharing.
I love the two views, the message, and the long last look.
love it really!
Message-s
Intriguing. You tell so much in such a short space, and it had me thinking for a long time afterward.
Kate
Great story!Well done! What if but then we or he or she will never know the why and 'what if'.
As Alice said:
"...if I don't make haste, I shall have to go back through the looking-glass...back into the old room-and there'd be an end of all my adventures!"
Sending my 'curiouser & curiouser' thoughts through the looking-glass.
♡Ƙarolyn
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