Wait For Him

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my entry into M K Brown's story within a story contest. The them is isolation. Hope you like it! :D

Submitted: August 07, 2013

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~Wait for Him~

I met Miss Ava Jackson the summer after my sophomore year in high school. I had just started working at the local library, and she was a regular visitor, coming in every single morning just after 9:00. She would check out a book, and go outside to the gazebo where she sat for hours reading.

One morning in late June, it started to pour down rain, so I didn’t expect a visit from Miss Ava. She was close to 90, if not there already, and depended heavily on the cane she used to walk the two blocks from her house. I knew there was no way she would be out in weather like this.

I was stacking a pile of R.L. Stine books by the window in the children’s section when I spotted Miss Ava making her way down the sidewalk in the pouring rain. She wore a clear, rain bonnet over her white hair, and a rain coat, but I could tell she was struggling to hold both her umbrella and keep herself steady with her cane.

I didn’t bother to ask permission. I just ran outside.

“Miss Ava?” I asked approaching her.

“Juliana!” she exclaimed, ushering me under her umbrella. “What are you doing out here in this weather, sweetheart?”

“I came to help you. What are you doing out, Miss Ava?”

She smiled. “It’s only a little rain, my love.”

I helped her to the gazebo, holding her umbrella over both our heads, and she sat down.

“Miss Ava, don’t you want to come inside?” I urged.

She only smiled. “No, my love. Right here is fine.”

I glanced at the library, hesitated, then finally sat. Miss Ava looked out at the pouring rain. “I bet you think I’m crazy, don’t you?” she asked.

“Of course not,” I said.

“This gazebo means a lot to me, love,” she explained.

I waited, and she began to explain to me that she’d met the love of her life on this very gazebo, on July 4, 1939.

“His name was Arnie Walters,” she said. “He was in the ARMY. It didn’t take long for me to fall head over heels for him.” She smiled as she spoke, but then I saw her smile fade. “But then, in 1942, of course he had to leave, just like all the soldiers.”

My heart started to hurt. I knew exactly where this was going.

She examined a diamond on her left ring finger. “He gave me this the night before he left; promised he would marry me when he got back. My Arnie never came home.”

I found myself wiping my tears as I watched Miss Ava stare out at the rain. So this was why she came out to the gazebo every day; even in the rain.

“It’s silly, I know,” she continued. “But I’ve always believed he’s out there somewhere. And I’ll wait for him until my last breath.”

“Juliana?”

At the sound of my name, I looked toward the library and saw my angry boss.

“Do you mind coming back to work?”

“Go ahead,” said Miss Ava. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Juliana.”

I smiled at her. “See you tomorrow, Miss Ava.”

Then I left her in that gazebo where she continued to wait for her love in the rain.

 

 


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