A picture says a
thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a #story, a description, a poem, a
metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about
this picture.
Be sure to tag #writeworld in your block!
http://writeworld.org/post/104026127445/writers-block-a-picture-says-a-thousand-words
As she climbed the stairs to her
apartment, she glanced to the right and saw him. He was sitting on the bottom
step of the next flight of stairs clutching a bunch of flowers. He had
obviously been there for a little while. Stopping in front of her door, she
fumbled in her bag for her key.
She sighed, and then she spoke to
him, “Are you waiting for Cleo?”
“Yes.”
“Ah...” she fiddled with her key and
then turned to face him. “She’s not here. She went away for the weekend.”
“What? But she said-”
“She left on Friday afternoon.”
“But... I don’t understand, she
said she’d have lunch with me.”
“She might have forgotten?” she
suggested carefully, but Cleo did this all the time. She was constantly seeing
men ring Cleo’s doorbell. This one, with his hopeful bunch of flowers attracted
her sympathy.
“I don’t think she forgot.” He
looked crestfallen. He stood, and shook himself. “Who did she go- No. Don’t
answer that, I don’t want to know.”
She waited.
“Who?” he asked again, looking
terrified that she would answer.
“Charlie.”
“Ah. She said they had broken up.”
A pause. “I know... she lied.” He looked at the flowers in his hand as
if he didn’t know what to do with them. He thrust them at her. “You may as well
have these.”
“Um... thanks.” She took them but
in doing so, she dropped her keys. He picked them up and handed them back to
her. “Did you want to come in?” she asked him.
“For?”
Her face fell. “I was just trying
to be nice. Forget it, then.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “This has
been a disappointing day.”
“Sure.”
He looked as if he wanted to touch
her arm. “I apologise. Please ask me again?”
“It was just going to be a drink
and probably only a mug of tea at that.”
“That would be great.” A pause.
“And you could put the flowers in water.”
She gave him a tentative smile. “Yes.”
After half an hour he admitted
that he had tickets for a play that night. Two tickets.
They went together and it was the
start of their relationship.
He always laughed that if he
hadn’t hung around waiting for Cleo that he would never have met her.
And she was worth the wait.
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