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Blue Diamond…. A work of fiction.

My first work for The Speakeasy. http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/137-open/  Not completely sure how this works. But here I go.

Your piece must include the following sentence as your LAST line: 

“From that day forward, every time I drove past that street corner, I thought of her.”

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On my last run of the day before the big thanksgiving rush to the supermarket where I would buy about 15 extra pounds of weight to my finally down to a healthy weight body I saw her. She was sitting on the curb with her head in her hands silently weeping. Now, I’m not the friendliest guy on the block and have been called Scrooge a time or two but I couldn’t ignore the girl. The snow was falling in soft flakes, making the red of her hair stand out like a fire truck in the snow. She was subtly beautiful, something you didn’t notice on your first look at her but couldn’t ignore on your second. Eyes the color of a blue diamond and oval.

Ok. I had to shake the grinch off of my shoulder and stop.

“It’s snowing,” I stated as a matter of fact, hoping I didn’t come off as some creepy runner looking for a lay when really I was just looking to shed off the thanksgiving weight before I actually gained it.

She looked up at me and the joy in her eyes was battled by the hurt etched on the sweet tears of her face. Such a curious expression and one I’ve come to dream about at nights when I’m lonely.

“That it is,” she said in her soft angelic voice.

“You know, those tears on your cheeks,” I said while slowly walking closer and wiping the sweat from my forehead with my blue rag,” they are going to turn to icicles soon.”

“Perhaps,” she sighed. I had to know why such a beauty was sitting alone crying on the eve of thanksgiving. More than that, I wanted to be the reason why she stopped.

“You know my house is just around the corner, if you’d like to stop in and get warm. Do you need a ride somewhere? Maybe to your family.”

“That’s kind of you,” she began, her voice sending chills down my spine, “But I will only be here a moment longer.”

Disappointed that she had a ride coming for her I moved ever so slightly closer. I felt drawn to her. Like a single touch of her caramel skin could warm the cold sweat down my back and make my heart hole again.

“Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking. I have to know your name.” There I go. Sounding creepy again. But her name, I had to know her name.

“You may call me Aphrodite.”

“Like the Goddess?”

A slow smile appeared on her face. It was exquisite and simple.

“The one and only,” she said. She stood and walked the last step towards me and planted a kiss right upon my frozen lips. Instantly warmth surrounded me. The snow melting right off my skin. It was as if the world was no more. As if we had traveled to a place only known to God himself. My heart, for the first time in the five years since my wife’s tragic death, felt whole again.

With that, she slowly backed away. Walking into the night, the snow like a globe surrounding her.

And then she was gone.

To this day I can’t tell you if I imagined her or not. However, in my heart I know she was sent to me. To make me whole again.

From that day forward, every time I drove past that street corner, I thought of her.”

 

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17 thoughts on “Blue Diamond…. A work of fiction.

  1. Lovely story! I could picture her sitting there perfectly. Creative use of the prompts!

    Thanks for linking up with us at the Speakeasy this week! You did great!

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