Come play in my shorts.
BEACONS
By nine-thirty that morning, Clare felt
completely done in. Rain -- unyielding, unforgiving and unending -- fell in
cold sheets, washing away what little color was left in her world. Even her morning coffee and scone were
tasteless and dry. I
She
sat at her desk, her three-walled prison, patting her still damp hair with a
paper towel, Clare worried over the thousand small stresses that seemed to have
taken over her life. A mental game of
jeopardy, with categories like "RELATIONSHIPS," "FINANCES,"
"FAMILY" kept surfacing and fading in her mind.
"This
bill needs to be paid by Friday if you want to stay warm. Answer: What is gas?
Correct!!
Days
like today muted happiness and magnified the rest. The rain’s soft and constant
splatter whispered in her ear, encouraging her to give up.
The
remains of her coffee, long gone cold sat on her desk, ignored. Even the weak
office lighting jumped on the bandwagon, pulling at the frayed threads of her
spirit. She gave a tired sigh and glanced out the office window, and gave a
soft gasp. For the past forever it had
overlooked a white desert of snow, snow dunes, and snow banks.
Now,
today of all days, she was presented with a new vista. Most of the snow had
washed away. Muddy grass, resurrected from a summer a million years ago greeted
her eyes.
And
daffodils!
She
leaned forward in her chair and drank in the sight. A clutch of four, sunny
yellow daffodils, framed in a sea of muddy, dead grass.
She
felt the warmth of them. A ghost memory of warm grass tickled her nose. She sat
for some time as unacknowledged tension melted away, sloughing off her
shoulders and back, an invisible avalanche reacting to her thaw.
And
then she smiled....
Joe
from accounting stared at his monitor, another office zombie waiting for
motivation.
Nothing.
Friday
– cold and rainy. The last place he wanted to be was exactly where he was. Days like this always left him tired and
feeling thin from the moment he woke up. Everything appeared muted, unreal. A
slate gray sky hanging inches above the world, pressing down on everything.
He
looked up from his work, his gaze wandering aimlessly across a dull room of
secretary desks and bleached green carpet. His eyes touched upon Clare for a
second, another colorless prop.
And
then she smiled.
Heat
flared inside him as he drank her in.
Breathtaking.
He’d
heard the phrase used on many occasions and now he understood. She smiled and
he couldn't breathe, stunned.
The
most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; a blazing promise of joy and summer. Life.
He
stared, hands shaking slightly on his keyboard. Not thinking, just being. Everything changed
right then.
Impossible
to tell whether the world or the man was transformed.
In
the end, it didn't matter.
And then she smiled.
ReplyDeleteHeat flared inside him as he drank her in.
Breathtaking.
He’d heard the phrase used on many occasions and now he understood. She smiled and he couldn't breathe, stunned.
The most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; a blazing promise of joy and summer. Life.
Almost poetic...enigmatic.
I am an onion.
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