Post by Signore Kai on Mar 4, 2009 19:52:57 GMT
Just a short story I'm planning to write.
I.
She stood by the window, staring at the grey clouds that was swallowing the sun whole.
She hated the rain. Every rainy day was dark and gloomy. She hated the gloominess,
hated how the rain restricted her daily schedule, hated how it would force her to stay
at home.
Hell, she could not even get a delivery service "because of the bad weather", as the
operator would tell her. In general, she absolutely loathed rainy days. On this day,
however, her mind was on other matters. She did not seem to notice as the rain got
heavy, as the drizzle quickly became a downpour.
She had a problem, and a secret. She knew the cause of the problem, was because
of this dark secret that she buried deep in her heart. She knew it was wrong,
what she did, how she felt. She foolishly thought that by burying the secret, it would
somehow go away.
It did not.
It overwhelmed her. Swallowed her whole. Made her life rainy. She no longer had a
compass, a guiding direction. The secret took all sense out of her- she was lost in
a pit, an abyss with no ladder.
No. I cannot feel this way. No, this is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! He's my best
friend. I love him too much as a friend, too much for me to lose this friendship. No,
I cannot feel this way! I. Must. Resist.
Outside the window, a man carrying a yellow umbrella was crossing the road. Her eyes
followed the man as he carefully walked across the road. She observed him as he
hurried onto the bus stop, closing the yellow umbrella and finding a seat on the bench.
She looked as the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face,
then his neck, then his arm.
A sudden urge took over her.
II.
It was a decision made at the heat of the moment. She knew it, but she had to lose
control for once. She was a person with great self-control, thinking through actions
before executing them. To her, every decision she made was clear and logical.
But not this one, of course.
She raised her head and looked up to the skies. Dark grey clouds consumed the sky,
and the world around her was a gloomy sight to behold - giant raindrops shattered on
the ground, sending little splashes of water each time it did so, while the leaves and
branches on the trees shook violently along with the wind that blew. All in all, the rain
did not seem friendly.
Taking a deep breath, while trying to forget her usual criticism of the rain, she closed her
eyes... and took a step forward into the daunting rain.
It hit her like a raging bull on an Italian street.
She could feel the raindrops splashing onto her face, her shoulders, her outspread
hands. She could clearly hear the loud splatter of raindrops on the leaves on the trees
now- it sounded like a million people had tapped on the leaves all at once. She felt
herself getting drenched, felt the water flow down her long legs, felt the chilling wind
blowing against her.
And yet oddly enough, she realised, she was enjoying it. Enjoying her little rendezvous
with herself in the rain.
As she danced amongst the little shining diamonds, listening to the orchestra she was
conducting, she could almost feel her worries slipping away, as if they were getting
washed away by the sky's teardrop.
Almost.
I.
She stood by the window, staring at the grey clouds that was swallowing the sun whole.
She hated the rain. Every rainy day was dark and gloomy. She hated the gloominess,
hated how the rain restricted her daily schedule, hated how it would force her to stay
at home.
Hell, she could not even get a delivery service "because of the bad weather", as the
operator would tell her. In general, she absolutely loathed rainy days. On this day,
however, her mind was on other matters. She did not seem to notice as the rain got
heavy, as the drizzle quickly became a downpour.
She had a problem, and a secret. She knew the cause of the problem, was because
of this dark secret that she buried deep in her heart. She knew it was wrong,
what she did, how she felt. She foolishly thought that by burying the secret, it would
somehow go away.
It did not.
It overwhelmed her. Swallowed her whole. Made her life rainy. She no longer had a
compass, a guiding direction. The secret took all sense out of her- she was lost in
a pit, an abyss with no ladder.
No. I cannot feel this way. No, this is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! He's my best
friend. I love him too much as a friend, too much for me to lose this friendship. No,
I cannot feel this way! I. Must. Resist.
Outside the window, a man carrying a yellow umbrella was crossing the road. Her eyes
followed the man as he carefully walked across the road. She observed him as he
hurried onto the bus stop, closing the yellow umbrella and finding a seat on the bench.
She looked as the man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face,
then his neck, then his arm.
A sudden urge took over her.
II.
It was a decision made at the heat of the moment. She knew it, but she had to lose
control for once. She was a person with great self-control, thinking through actions
before executing them. To her, every decision she made was clear and logical.
But not this one, of course.
She raised her head and looked up to the skies. Dark grey clouds consumed the sky,
and the world around her was a gloomy sight to behold - giant raindrops shattered on
the ground, sending little splashes of water each time it did so, while the leaves and
branches on the trees shook violently along with the wind that blew. All in all, the rain
did not seem friendly.
Taking a deep breath, while trying to forget her usual criticism of the rain, she closed her
eyes... and took a step forward into the daunting rain.
It hit her like a raging bull on an Italian street.
She could feel the raindrops splashing onto her face, her shoulders, her outspread
hands. She could clearly hear the loud splatter of raindrops on the leaves on the trees
now- it sounded like a million people had tapped on the leaves all at once. She felt
herself getting drenched, felt the water flow down her long legs, felt the chilling wind
blowing against her.
And yet oddly enough, she realised, she was enjoying it. Enjoying her little rendezvous
with herself in the rain.
As she danced amongst the little shining diamonds, listening to the orchestra she was
conducting, she could almost feel her worries slipping away, as if they were getting
washed away by the sky's teardrop.
Almost.