A blip from a short story I wrote a LONG time ago

August 2009


She texted him to meet her in the library. Speech prepared, she waited. A half hour later he walks up to the door. His hands tremble as they grasp the door handle. It squeaks and her eyes meet his. Silence. he enters and she says "hey. Haven’t seen you in a while. "

"I know," he says. "Sorry ive been really busy with work."

That’s okay.

He moves closer to her, as if to hug her,

She refuses him and says, “Look, I just wanted to tell you I’m seeing someone.” She sighs. And continues.

He makes me feel loved, he doesn’t show up in the middle of the night. He never breaks his promises, he’s kind to me. So, I’m asking you to please, just please don’t call, text, or come see me anymore. Don’t go to our classroom and expect for me to meet you.

She smiles, her eyes fill up with water.

“I’ve moved on, she lies. He makes me feel like you did, and I know, it’s a surprise, so soon. I guess God thought I deserved a nice boy after what you did to me. After what you’ve put me through.

And I mean it, I m not saying goodbye see you later. I could never be with you after these last couple months. I’m saying goodbye forever.

He chokes. He knows shes lieing but he believes in her willpower so he doesn’t fight. She wishes he would.

He says quietly, as if almost a whisper and a crack of the voice, okay.

He turns and opens the door, it’s closing.

She panics and screams

Really? Is that all you’ve got, you give up that easy?!

He turns and goes to her. Catching the door with his hand, she gets up. He hugs her and sits her on the table behind him. They kiss. For the first time. They kiss with tears flowing out of their eyes and he stands between her legs pulling her closer to him as if to make up for the distance. 





Or!!!

She texts him to come meet her in the library. He says "I’ll be there soon." 15 minutes later she gets a call. "Hey I have to go to class sorry."

"Oh okay, um that’s fine. Another time."

"I want to come see you tonight. I’m going to come see you tonight. I want to see you tonight."

He never shows.

My pretty red lily

Im running through a field of lilies and i trip over a few, there are five of them. There's a red one a blue one a yellow one a green one and a pink one. I stick my face into them and inhale sharply. I like the red one. I pick it. And then I pick the other ones and I think, what the fuck am I doing? I only needed one and now guilt is seeping into me. But Im running with them. And im looking around and the field of lilies is so large, it rolls over hills and stretches on for miles. There's a forest nearby but it's burning down and the sun is setting and I smile because its all so beautiful. I get up and now im running again with my flowers in hand. I drop the green one because green isn't romantic. I drop the pink one because pink isnt fulfilling. i drop the yellow one because yellow is too bright. I drop the blue one because, like the ocean, it'll come washing up again. And now I've got my red lily and I don't feel so guilty anymore but I want to drop it too so I can make things right in my head but it screams no. Im still running past the hills and through the forest thats burning down all around me but Im happy and smiling because its just me and my lily now, me and my other half.
I walked out to the edge of the granite overhang and looked below at the lilies I frocliked in earlier that day. Streching across my view was a large colorful valley of significant beauty. Not striking, but significant. It was six miles long and five miles wide. Along the length of the valley, just below the rolling hills, runs a winding stream that courses through stretches of open lilyfield and thick forests-old forests, with trees that stood hundreds of feet high. They are all burnt down now with their jagged edges charred at the top. Now they look more like nails that were pounded through the Earth as if to hold the earth and the heavens together. I glanced behind me and took in the gaping entrance of my granite castle. It's arches loomed over me and made me feel small. The only color I see is the red of my lily.