Tears of a Pretty Girl

That pretty girl, sitting on the cold bench, was looking at the lake with her wide eyes. I was on the other bench, also cold, reading my book. Well, not actually reading beacuse she really took my attention. I could see her fine nose, a little bit up, smelling the air. The nice smell from the lake.

In front of us, there were some little rowboats two persons in each, a man and a woman. She was still staring at the lake. No expression, no happiness, no sadness, nothing. I could see her eyelash from my place. They must have been so long and curly that I could notice from about two metters and a half.

I tried to read my book again with my eyes sometimes looking at her. Half an hour. It was almost dark. Most of the boats were disappearing from the lake. Only some couples walking out of the park, hand in hand. Some others enjoy the darkening process. No sunset in the corner of the lake but still it was beautiful.

I put my book back to my bag. Tired of sitting down, I walked to reach the lake. A few inches from it, I stopped. I turned my head to see the girl. She also stood up. A few steps away from the bench. Her long brown hair and skirt were flying so beautifully on the cold air. Just one thing bothered me, tears.

I saw tears on her pinky cheeks. Now I saw sadness. Wondering what on her mind now. It seemed like she just could not help it. She was trying to manage her feeling but then, she really could not help it.

Standing there, tears from her eyes onto her cheeks, down touching the land, absorbed. But not her sadness. She kept it in her heart, wishing that she could do the same with it, letting the fetile soil absorbed it so it did not have to be her burden.

I was still there, watching her. She did not notice me. That might be better. I would not be able to heal her wounded heart.

6 comments:

Cordelia said...

i love this one, beautiful. i never knew you're so gifted with words and descriptions, nad.. :)

N A 1977 said...

:D
Thanks, Cordel...
All I know is just that I love writing...

talkalittledo said...

Like your stories

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry but I think you need to improve your English grammar and your spelling is full of mistakes. Also you need to read a lot of what good authors have written before you start trying to wirte your own stuff. You've obviously got ideas but you need to do the groundwork first.

Anonymous said...

Your stories seem incomplete and little disturbing. If you can develop them they would be amazingly different.

ayush patnaik said...

http://albertasimov.blogspot.in/

Go through it , maybe you want to be an author here!