Story: The fall
He turned and looked at her. Eye brows half raised, he smiled.
“Ah, my heart is melting”, she said to herself silently and walked away, cursing her sudden boldness to stare openly at a stranger.
“How rude, you should have smiled back instead of walking away,”, said the tiny voice in her head. She shook her head slowly and fastened her pace, only to lose her balance and tumble halfway. She let go of the small golden clutch held tightly in her hands and frantically held the banister to stop herself from falling. She gained her composure but the clutch flew open, emptying its contents on the cold marble steps.
She drew a sharp breath and looked at all her make-up, pathetically on display. He was standing still, looking at her. Flushed with embarrassment, she bent down and picked her things, muttering to herself when a moment later, he was beside, helping her.
“It’s okay. I can pick it up myself”, she hear herself telling him.
He just smiled and continued helping her. She hurriedly stuffed her things back into her clutch, hastily said her thanks and walked away. She was too mortified that she just wanted to leave.
“Miss!”, she heard him calling. She didn’t want to turn and face him again. Her pace quickened.
She heard him calling again, this time with a little more urgency. “Miss, you forgot this!” she turned only to see him hold her pink blush, the one with the silly Hello Kitty sticker on the lid.
She grabbed it and ran into the office without a word.
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It took her sometime to get her report lodged and the old and worn out policeman who attended to her seem disinterested with her distress. Dejected, she left the building forgetting her little episode hours before, only to see him standing there, leaning lazily on the balustrade. He looked up and smiled again. She willed the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
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She couldn’t sleep that night. The lost money and her messy apartment kept her awake all night. She tossed and turned, trying to find a nice spot and wishing for a deep, dreamless slumber but ended up feeling flustered and prickly. She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was a rather dark, moonless night. She switched on the kitchen light, poured herself a glass of milk and sat on the counter, feeling almost sorry for herself.
It was then when she remembered him and her dramatic fall. She felt like laughing now.
“He must have thought I’m such a klutz”.
She felt silly again but her heart felt warm now.
“I must say, he was rather charming”, she said to herself. A smile crept up and the corners of her lips twitched. She forced herself not to smile although no one was there to judge. She just didn’t want to.
“Forget him”, she said out loud. Her milk all downed, she rinsed the slender glass and walked back to her bedroom in the small apartment. The moment she hit her bed, she slept peacefully.
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-to be continued
“Ah, my heart is melting”, she said to herself silently and walked away, cursing her sudden boldness to stare openly at a stranger.
“How rude, you should have smiled back instead of walking away,”, said the tiny voice in her head. She shook her head slowly and fastened her pace, only to lose her balance and tumble halfway. She let go of the small golden clutch held tightly in her hands and frantically held the banister to stop herself from falling. She gained her composure but the clutch flew open, emptying its contents on the cold marble steps.
She drew a sharp breath and looked at all her make-up, pathetically on display. He was standing still, looking at her. Flushed with embarrassment, she bent down and picked her things, muttering to herself when a moment later, he was beside, helping her.
“It’s okay. I can pick it up myself”, she hear herself telling him.
He just smiled and continued helping her. She hurriedly stuffed her things back into her clutch, hastily said her thanks and walked away. She was too mortified that she just wanted to leave.
“Miss!”, she heard him calling. She didn’t want to turn and face him again. Her pace quickened.
She heard him calling again, this time with a little more urgency. “Miss, you forgot this!” she turned only to see him hold her pink blush, the one with the silly Hello Kitty sticker on the lid.
She grabbed it and ran into the office without a word.
----------------------------------------------------------
It took her sometime to get her report lodged and the old and worn out policeman who attended to her seem disinterested with her distress. Dejected, she left the building forgetting her little episode hours before, only to see him standing there, leaning lazily on the balustrade. He looked up and smiled again. She willed the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
----------------------------------------------------------
She couldn’t sleep that night. The lost money and her messy apartment kept her awake all night. She tossed and turned, trying to find a nice spot and wishing for a deep, dreamless slumber but ended up feeling flustered and prickly. She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was a rather dark, moonless night. She switched on the kitchen light, poured herself a glass of milk and sat on the counter, feeling almost sorry for herself.
It was then when she remembered him and her dramatic fall. She felt like laughing now.
“He must have thought I’m such a klutz”.
She felt silly again but her heart felt warm now.
“I must say, he was rather charming”, she said to herself. A smile crept up and the corners of her lips twitched. She forced herself not to smile although no one was there to judge. She just didn’t want to.
“Forget him”, she said out loud. Her milk all downed, she rinsed the slender glass and walked back to her bedroom in the small apartment. The moment she hit her bed, she slept peacefully.
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-to be continued
posted by BluePixie @ 7:09 PM
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