Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Finding Jean

As they turned to go, her slipper fell off with a clatter. It landed flat side down, heel up. She had the good grace to look embarrassed as she groped around the floor with her foot for it..

"Oops..."

He scrambled off his bar stool to retrieve it, and knelt down extravagantly to help her become re-shod.

"Cinderella..." he muttered, slipping it back onto her foot flamboyantly.

As he stood up, there was a clatter...

She : "It's almost as if..."

He : "Are you doing that intentionally...?"

They laughed.

*****
She narrowed her eyes a little, as did he.

And then she, a little more. Menacingly

He followed suit.

There was a tense silence, and then they burst out laughing.

I can't see your eyes, she said, in turn mocking him with hers. Roguish.

As he watched her, he knew it would only be a matter of time...

.. before he confessed to having already fallen.

She was... perfect.

*****
He turned slightly as they laughed, and his eyes found hers.

They were so, so beautiful.

Nothing happened for a while, and then they looked away.

He realized, in shock, that he had stayed himself out of something approaching fear, or perhaps (spit) shyness.
It was something old, yet familiar.

Something he had thought lost with age.

And then the moment... slipped away.

1 comment:

Sehnsucht said...

glad to see you back online. hope you've been well...