Six Days

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About a guy crushing on a girl...

Submitted: December 06, 2017

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“Six Days”

 

He was hoping

everything would be

different

he hadn’t seen

her

for almost a

week

maybe that strange

force

she seems to

have

over him

would be broken

that strong personal

gravitational pull

her body has

on his

that just sucks

him in

when ever

he tries to

just walk past

her

maybe this time

it would somehow

be lessened,

but when she

swung around

and took notice

of him

a week without

her in it

just wasn’t enough

she asked him

a quick

simple

question

looking into his

eyes

as she awaited

his reply

but that was

way too much

attention

to fast

he didn’t even

know

she was in

the building

already

his senses were

overloaded

just from her

close proximity,

she continued

to look him

in the eyes

as he dived

head first

into hers

after a long

beat of silence

he answered her

with

“what color are”

“your eyes?”

“I think their green”

“with bits of blue”

he says

she gave him

an odd look

or maybe just

one of exasperation

“I don’t know”

she says

in a curt response

“Their always changing”

he lit up when

he heard that

“I think they do too”

he says

all drippy with

happiness

as if he was given

some missing piece

of information

that would make

a big difference

in his life

by knowing

this small

but important

detail,

though

to him

it did

mean a lot

to finally get

conformation

on something

he

has put in

tons of time

trying to figure

out,

he

stands there

satisfied

with the way

his morning is

starting out

she

stands there

looking at him

realizing

if she wants

an answer to

her opening

question

she will have

to repeat it

so she does

“how was your”

“Thanksgiving?”

by now

he had gotten

over

the initial shock

of seeing her

and going so

long without

any kind of

contact

with her

other than a

couple of

recurring dreams

that he’s not

going to share

with anyone

he responds to

her question

tells her about

his Thanksgiving

then she speaks

to him of

hers,

as she talks to

him

he tries not to

look

to deeply at

her

while she’s only

two feet away

a social skill

he can’t seem

to grasp

when she’s

around him

he tries not to

hang on to

her

every word

especially in a

conversion

that really doesn’t

merit such

attention

he wonders if

she would appreciate

all the hard work

he has to put in

whenever she

is near him

or is that just

another one of

those things

most people can

do

without having to

really think

about it

yea

it probably is

he admits to

himself,

she puts a

period

at the end

of her morning

remarks

to him

moving on to

other people

and projects

making a mental

note

not to ask him

any more questions

before 10am

better make that

noon she decides

in an after

thought

he gives her a

“see ya”

as she turns

and slowly walks

away

he tries to fight

the urge

that is driving

him

right now

trying to

show himself

that his will

power

had grown

over the last

six days

but he can’t

he leans back

into the isle

just to watch

her

walk away

from him

a slow

take no prisoners

style of walk

that has the

type of hold

on him

he isn’t so

sure

he ever wants

to let go of

and when she

does

finally turn the

corner

releasing his gaze

back into his

control

he couldn’t stop

from smiling

as he thought

about what she

had just said

“she thinks”

“the color of”

“her eyes”

“are ever changing”

“too”…

 

Tom Allen…11-29-2017…

 

 

 

 


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