Amy Sparks
Stories (1/0)
Love story
The autumn of 1977 was about two teenagers. On that bright day, they took a bus that creaked to somewhere forty miles away. The boy had bought the ticket, and the girl had been hiding behind a cement pole outside the station. All around her, falling leaves and dust fluttered, and the hum of the concrete pole covered the intricate sounds. The girl's heart was now as monotonous as a page of text. She peered secretly at the little open door of the station, her eyes as calm as water. Then the boy came out of the station, his face white and haggard. He knew where the girl was hiding, but he didn't look at her. He walked in the direction of the bridge, looking nervously from side to side as he passed. Soon after he came to the bridge, he stopped uneasily, and then looked at the girl there. He saw that she was looking at him now, and he gave her a hard look, but she still looked at him. He turned away very angrily. For some time after that he stood on the bridge. He did not look at her. But he felt that she was watching him all the time, and the thought frightened him. Then he made sure he didn't know anyone, and went up to her. She knew nothing of the terror with which he passed. She saw the fair young man walking in the sunshine, looking very attractive. There was a little excitement inside her, so she smiled. When he reached her, however, he expressed his anger at her smile, saying in a low voice, "Can you laugh at a time like this?"
By Amy Sparks11 months ago in Fiction