The Girl

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Girl

 

He saw her every morning, walking along the high street of the village to which he had moved a year earlier. It had been a year of mixed emotions; the past still clouding his mind, as he attempted to move forward with his life. She had helped, seeing her every morning. She would not have on her innocent mind, that which he had on his. To experience again that time of innocent bliss, when all life is laid before you and you believe there is nothing you cannot do; to have not had your mind polluted by the World. If only he could change places with her, but no, he could never inflict such cruel pain on such an innocent creature.

 Every day, for the entire year he had lived in his new home, he had seen her walk along the high street. The same time every morning, but not once had he seen her walk back again. No matter what time he happened to be at his window, or in his garden, or walking along the high street himself, he had not seen her walk home.

 He had wondered what was going through his mind, as he watched her walk past; but it seemed nothing occupied his mind, it was as if his thoughts had been arrested simply by the very sight of her. Nothing of the past, or the present, or the future. Just her, the vision of her, the beauty and perfection and innocence. It was as if, while he watched her, there was nothing but her.

 A whole year this had been the case; a whole year of battling with the past; a whole year of trying to get through each day; a whole year of trying to move forward; a whole year of having, for a few minutes each day, a release from his worries and thoughts, simply by her walking past.

 Then one morning, a year to the day of moving to his new home, she didn’t just walk past. She stopped and slowly turned toward him and for the first time, a smile lighted her beautiful face…

 He would never see her again, he knew that. He had not seen her turn away and continue her walk along the high street; he had not seen the smile leave her beautiful face.She had simply vanished from his life, just as the past took hold of his thoughts and replaced the beautiful vision with darkness…

 

The End.

 


Submitted: November 10, 2020

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