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From A Half-Remembered Dream

She saw him from a half-remembered dream. That morning on her way to work as she stopped to pick up her favourite yellow carnations, she’d thought it was him. Across the street, cars zipping by on the busy road, a mangy dog yelped as it got almost run over by a car, he stood there at the crossing. The light still showed red.
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The park was flourishing with spring flowers, the walkers briskly going their way, the children making the usual ruckus and all this while, he sat reading his book by the lake. It was a peaceful day. Light breeze in the air, the sun as if in a good mood, shone brightly enough to warm one’s heart to delight.
She had spotted him first; he never once looked up. From afar she could make out his feature – the typical tall dark and handsome man. And he loved reading too. Fascinating man, she’d think. Weeks went by and each day motivated, she waited for him to look up from his reading. He never did.
She began walking past him, causing her routine to go haywire. She walked by him a lot. But he never looked up.
Then one day he did. But this was only to look back and smirk at the kids making their usual banter. Her heart had skipped a beat when she saw him; now just if he saw her looking back at him!
The winds changed, bringing a chill to her heart. He still sat on the same bench, reading. She merely walked by or simply sat looking at him. By now the regulars at the park knew she would come for him. But this man was unaware.
Soon the passing by folks looked at her as if she was a lovelorn fool. Yes that she was. Seasons changed yet again. The blooms died leaving the foliage chilled to the core. The trees shed their garment and birds moved homes. There was usual ruckus just a handful of loners like her in the park now.
He was there too, sitting still, reading. Gathering courage, she walked up to him. She saw his beautiful face closely for the very first time. Suddenly the chill in the air warmed her heart. He was gorgeous. She stood there for a while watching him closely as his fingers continued to read.
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He looked the same, standing across the busy street. The florist handed her, her yellow carnations bouquet and yet, she stayed put a while longer. The light turned green and the dog ran across safely. He shuffled his feet for a few seconds and walked slowly, crossing the street. A car screeched, coming to a halt with a loud bump. For a second she lost all hope and almost dashed onto the road, but stopped when she saw him slowly hobble by with his stick. 

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  1. Oh i was not expecting that ending, loved reading,expressive..

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  3. Well put. The description of the spring blooms was captivating. All the best for the next ones to come.

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  4. @ Timeless Memories - Sree

    Thank you :)

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  5. Lovely....Ending was really good.

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  6. but would a gal do all that to get attention??

    nys story btw.. >:)

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  7. good writing... want more :)

    take care and have a nice day

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  8. @rainboy

    Thank you for the encouragement. Will write some more soon :)

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  9. This is so beautifully written :). I was hooked from the first sentence.

    But this is no reason for her to not talk to him. You should continue this story ;-)

    Also, thank you so much for liking my blog.

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  10. @I Romanticize

    Thank you for your lovely words! Will definitely continue this one!

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  11. hi my dear friend..struggled to post comment here..sure all well..tc cya

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  12. I for a while thought the post was a Mills & Boon stuff. The twist at the end was plowing.
    "The chill in the air warmed her heart". Isn't that pretty poetic?

    I like your style of dwelling into Nature and things around to saute your plot..
    Good .

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  13. @Ramesh

    So so sorry! Just saw your comment... I will work on making it easier :)

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  14. @Anil Kurup

    Thank you for reading and appreciating... it means a lot!

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