The Boy with Golden Hair

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


The first entry in a group of short stories based on dreams, Amanda recalls her last day with the boy with golden hair.


The Boy with Golden Hair

Amanda was kind of a loner, never one to make friends or hang out in any kind of social settings. Always preferring the comfortable solitude of her home, curled up with a good book and a tall glass of red wine. After finishing the final chapter of just such a book, Amanda realizes that her vision is starting to blur. Looking down, she notices the last dregs of wine at the bottom of an empty bottle, picking up the bottle and staring at the last vestiges of the silky red liquid she thinks to herself “have I really finished it, I just bought this today”.  Sloshing the liquid about she thinks back to the rolling ocean waves, her favorite spot, and the boy with the golden hair. Letting out a soft chuckle and a small but sad smirk splaying across her lips, she puts the bottle down and heads to bed. Thoughts of the golden-haired boy and how he made her into the woman she is today, were her last accompanying thoughts as she drifted off into a deep but somber sleep.

 

The sound of the waves crashing on the beach and the cawing of seagulls flying just offshore grow louder and more distinct.  Amanda opens her eyes to see the brightest blue of the ocean waters, contrasting with the slightly darker hue of the mid-afternoon sky. This patch of beach, not far from home, was her favorite spot to hang out and think. She shifts her feet to feel the warm, coarse sand between her toes. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she smiles as she enjoys the warm glow of the sun, when the sudden and loud sound of a boy’s voice shouting “hey” breaks her out of the daze she just begun to drift into. Leaning forward and turning her head, she sees the form of a young boy running towards her and waving his hand.

 

The boy, around her age, was tall with a slim build wearing tan boarder shorts, that cuffed well down past his knees, a white tee shirt with the setting sun and surf board logo on the front, and a pair of light brown sandals that appeared well-worn. A tangled, matted mop of golden hair that descended almost to his shoulders adorned his head, and looking at her with the most strikingly blue eyes that she has ever seen. The latest edition to her group of friends, Amanda had only known him a few months but had become fast friends. Looking upon this boy, she for some reason could not, for the life of her, recall his name at that moment so she simply replies “hey you” accompanied with a huge grin. Standing over her with hands on hips, the boys smiles back “I thought we were hanging out today.” Climbing to her feet, dusting the sand off the back of her clothes, “Sorry, I lost track of time staring at the waves”, she gives the boy a short hug.

 

Giving the boy a poke in the ribs, with a mischievous grin on her lips, “aww, did you miss me.” Suddenly the boys’ face flushes red, he hangs his head and starts milling his right foot around in the sand, “well kind of yes, that and I had something that I wanted to ask you” he says. As if just becoming aware of her adolescent hormones and the fact that a handsome boy was standing in front of her, Amanda herself blushes and manages to stammer out “what is it?” The boy takes her and into his and with a slightly fumbling tongue, manages to ask her out on a date. Her heart beating with excitement, Amanda clasps his hand and nods her agreement. With a grin that seemed a mile-wide, they agreed upon going to the boardwalk fair tomorrow night, then the boy leaves her with a hug.

 

The night of her date had arrived and as far as she was concerned, it had not come fast enough. Amanda rushed to get ready, then quickly left her house with a grin on her face and a skip in her step, to meet with the boy. Getting there early, she sat on a bench near the boardwalk and waited eagerly for the boy to arrive. Minutes turned to hours and the sun started to hand low in the sky, giving way to the piercing white glow of the moon and the small twinkling of stars that dotted the night sky, and yet the boy hasn’t shown up. After waiting well into the evening, Amanda had finally gotten frustrated and headed home.

 

She went to sleep that night cursing the boy with the golden hair and vowing to punch him in his pretty blue eye the next time she saw him, but she never did see him again. The next day Amanda saw on the news that the boy was struck by a drunk driver while on his way to meet her and was pronounced dead on the scene. Horrified by the thought of all the awful things she had said about the boy last night while lying in bed, she fell to her knees and wept. She didn’t attend the boys funeral, and slowly after starting drifting apart from her friends and social life, never returning to that patch of beach, they all reminded her of the boy and the ache she had in her heart.

 

Suddenly coming back to consciousness, warm liquid rimming her eyes and slowly trickling down her cheek, Amanda realized that the ache in her heart was still there. She lifted her head to get a look at what was causing it, her eyes filled with horror.  The silhouette of a boy standing over her, with blotchy blue and purple skin, smelling of death, with its hand wrist deep inside of her ribcage. in the dim light coming from her window, she can see a mop of hair that was tangled and matted with mud and milky white eyes, with a small trace of blue staring blankly back at her. After the initial shock, a smile comes across Amanda’s face as she reaches up and strokes the cold dry skin of the boy’s face, thinking to herself “better late than never”. As she closes her eyes and drifts off back to that dream one last time, the boy with the golden hair begins to eat.


Submitted: November 26, 2017

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ChipalopeCrossing

Wow that twist was really unexpected.

Sun, November 26th, 2017 10:17am

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