Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Feb 6, 2013 21:31:54 GMT -8
In truth, he barely knew her, yet that moment he had shared with her made him feel as if they were always friends. Stupid--probably, but their meeting was 'fateful'. Yes, that was one way to describe it. Star-crossed? There was a more poetic version but Donald dared not to venture into it. He was a sensible man, after all, one that minded his wits and state of equilibrium. To stray too far, negatively or positively, was certainly a hazard. Eventually Donald thought nothing of it. It was but a casual meet-up. Still, he was still unusually elated since that moment. The evening was already dark. The street lights and store lights were on, illuminating the street with vibrancy. Closing time was looming - many people had no business on this street anymore save for a few with the after-hour wanderlust. Donald called a cab and then hastily got in. "Where to, sir?" The ginger shrugged as he clumsily set the two flower bouquets on the foot of the seats. He had been carrying that thing around all day. "Jus' keep drivin' straight n' I'll tell ye when te stop, mate." "For a special someone or something?" "Nae, this aren't the gifts. I already gave the prettiest flower te that 'someone'." He snorted. "Well 'tis a premature gesture but I suppose th' thought counts." Not responding, the man pushed the gas, the engine revving to life. Donald reclined as the passing street lamps streaked across his person. Every couple intervals, the light would hit his face, revealing his pensive expression. Then the dark momentarily crept back hide his handsome features. This rare and quiet moment compelled Donald to dwell a little more. Perhaps it was a gesture of goodwill, of courtesy, or of friendliness--he did it anyway. It was a thank you, really. He simply felt obligated to do it. He had placed a gift near her door in a precise and calculated place. Onlookers from inside the store would not be able to discern the gift; yet, were one to walk out of the store and close the door behind them, he or she would see a little bag of almond biscuits, a card, and that stargazer lily on a lonely stool. It was conspicuously assigned to Lili, since her name was on the card. Well, it would suck if she missed it. Donald began to imagine her reaction, silently musing to the sound of the car's humming. If she saw the gift and opened the card, it would say: Hope you don't miss me that much! Signed by a small smiley face. |
Notes: xxx ♣ |
