I have a story if you'd like!


I saw a beautiful sight yesterday...on a gray rainy day, in a geometrically beautiful place...
I sat myself down upon that concrete bench exactly opposite from it's twin bench on the opposite wall...in a faintly sunlit corridor with two heavy doors...both a few feet from either bench, also on opposite walls.  I sat in a world of alligned opposites...with my thermos-ed coffee and swirled frozen yogurt...my hot caffeine, my cool sugar--individual vices and a newfound delicious mix--my lovely, oddly craved opposites.  The girl on the opposite bench across from me had a cigarette in her hand...her vice I assumed.

As I put my petite white yogurt cup down on the bench arm beside me--like a perfect miniature table, keeping my black warm thermos in my hand--I sank comfortably into my crossed legs and looked out to my left...At the open, mishapen, irregular, hilly outside...beginning just a few feet away, evenly lined with the end of the ledge above my head, evenly marked with the widening, cloudy-sun-blared concrete pouring into a grassy lawn.
Confused and scattered, as I gulped my blackened coffee and licked my smooth yogurt slowly by the delicate spoonful, my head turned to my right...deeper into the more interesting area under the ledge, the area with two opposite doors along the plane of our opposite benches, the nearly 3-yard walkway gapingly, invitingly, pleasantly leading to a single staircase down.  In this direction the sky seemed darker...only a shade of muddy, wet, grey peeking from the walkway opening, as if a great mouth was slowly widening in preparation to tilt and gulp the entire entity of the ledged corridor...me, my wind-swept cheeks, the smoker, her hoodie, and all.

Gazing wistfully into this direction, my eyes lost focus, my head instanty cleared and my thoughts lost their tangles in the fog and grew with each preceding rain of hope...my mind stretched and expanded and freed itself into a beautiful oblivion with a calamitous, yet gentle wave, a sonic discarding of negativity.  It was...like the very geometry of the place, the very exactness, left my mind free from responsive thought and my eyes liberated from actually seeing much of anything.  I felt purified...and a very moment later after a warm, gritty sip, I actually pulled my head, my drinking mouth, up and above from my hot coffee in just the right second...I saw approaching from that singular staircase a set of two.

It was a set of opposites.  The girl was slightly sturdier and bigger, maybe even taller than the man.  Those silhouettes, they were just opposite enough to make me glance a little harder a second time after the...the typical, casual, polite, look-away any normal person does after surveying a sudden new movement of bodies....  With their opposite effect and before my second look, just at first glance, my mind categorized such a two as almost a little brother-sister...or a girl toting along a little guy friend.  When I noticed they were holding hands, and their coloring appeared, and they became distinct from the gray..well...I saw they were beautiful in their unity.  And...something about them eminated, through the welcoming space between me and them, through even a matter of seconds (and in striking harmony with their proceed from the gray) a peacefulness.  She could have been a dove and he her unexpected nightingale mate.  He could have been a mockingbird and she his lark.

And in those matter of delicious coffee-alerted seconds, in that geometrically defined box of a space...the two were approaching.  And once they reached the line of the doors, well their hands drew tighter together as their shoulders drew a cross as their torsos drew a semi-circle as their faces drew an eclipse and their bodies drew a curtain before my eyes...covering that patch of gray sky.  From those clasped hands and two shoulders, it was just a side half of their bodies that was visible to me, as their legs stayed rather separated and their arms on my side stayed open and apart.  But their faces, they were in in a parallel.  They were a human-heart.

As their mouths embraced for a momentary second, and their eyes met in allignment--their airy souls their peace and contentment joined.  It was just a second; but a fully tangible second at that. 
And they drew apart, piece by piece and so gradually, so naturally it seemed (though it was only a regular departing of two who had quickly kissed) and pulled their opposite ways.  Hands locked, their arms outstretched away from their previous center like blossoming petals of a flower bud to the sun in growth...and in a millisecond all that was left to divide me and that patch of sky was their arms...their arms meeting like the thin angled tip in that faint trace of their previous heart.

And they gazed just for an apprehensive, perfectly, beautifully stage-worthy fraction of a second.  But their moment was so heavy, thick, that it lasted and transcended fleeting time with it's weight.  The two gazed into each others faces...their eyes wedlocked in a line.  They were beautiful, those opposites...
--and his body went to my right, turning to his left, towards the door with the bold, black arrow above it on the ledge reading: Physics.
--and her body went to my left, turning to her right, towards the door with the bold, black arrow above it on the ledge reading: Physics Astronomy.

And the heart was convulated and skewed as their arms turned with their torsos, until those outstretched limbs finally left their center clasp at the last possible stretch.  And they took their last few steps in my sight alone, into either door, directly across from one another...and simultaneously they
 went their opposite ways.

Rachel Queen wrote:

Hiya,

How is everyone one? Spring is here which is great! there are flowers and stuff all round and about and easter will be here soon which is even better since it will mean I'm holiday!

Anyway I've just been making  a new  cover for foth and though I would find out if anyone was  still here who wanted to write a story or review or anything to go up soon? As there are no more deadlines anytime you send it it will go straight up on the site.

Well I hope you are well,

Lots of Love
Rachel

PS I'm listening to "the blood in my body" by http://www.myspace.com/jfrobitaille  and I like it quite a bit!