On a roll

All day, I’ve been wondering how the new story would turn out. I’ve had exactly one comment, and that commenter said my story sucked her in (but also said that I double posted). The plot still isn’t really revealed, but more of it is. And I didn’t bold those letters for nothing! Commencing the next part:

Four years ago, just before I got out of middle school, I fell in love. Her name was Marci, and she was the most wonderful person. She laughed at my mediocre jokes, and said she liked my stories. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, and a nice smile.

On our first date, we went to a Thai Restaurant. At first, we were really shy and just picked at our food, until I made a joke about two peanuts walking down a street, “And one was assaulted”. She giggled at this, and we were less tense, and the talk flowed more freely. Before the dinner was over, I had shown her the story I was writing, which she read in due diligence, and made comments and corrections. She showed me her sketchbook, which she had filled with drawings of everything. I didn’t make corrections, but told her they were beautiful.

Reading was both of our passions. We would spend Saturdays at my house. In the backyard, we had a one-acre meadow, backed by a half-circle of trees two of these trees were absolutely perfect for reading. It was under these that Marci and I sat and read on Saturdays. Marci usually read Sci-fi Romance, while I stuck to fantasy, although occasionally we switched books, and I read about time travelling husbands while she read about people stuck in fantasy worlds. Saturday quickly became my favorite day.

Every Saturday, things usually went as planned. On this particular Saturday, a couple days before Halloween, we sat in our usual spots. It was around 2:15, and we had just finished a couple of hot dogs for lunch, when Marci closes her book, with her index finger holding her place, and turned to me and asked, “Let’s go do something”

I closed my book in the same fashion, and looked at her and asked, “What?”

“I don’t know” was the response, “Let’s go for a walk in the woods”

I considered this, and decided it was a nice day for a walk, and folded a triangle on the page corner. Marci put a bookmark in her book, and we began to walk slowly, hand in hand, into the forest

Sometime later, we heard a large boom to our right, and spotted a pile of leaves thrown into the air. The birds began to fly away, and when the fluttering passed, it was considerably lighter. We couldn’t see what made the noise and the geyser of leaves; and who wants to investigate something when you have a beautiful girl in your presence?

                Marci looked at me, with her head tilted slightly sideways. “What was that?” She asked, with a hint of a daydream.

                “Probably a branch” I said, trying to sound sure. It would’ve been a big branch I thought.

                Marci began to walk toward the leaves, which were still floating down from the crash. I began to walk after her, and tried to hold her hand, but she didn’t hold it back, but continued straight on.

                “Is something wrong?” I asked her, as we approached the sight were the leaves were still falling.

                “I thought I saw something…” She paused, “Blue” she said in one breath, and I looked, and…

There was the periwinkle blue bus 

Advertisement