Friday, 20 September 2013
A wonderful evening
They had bumped trolleys in the supermarket, laughingly apologised to each other, passed in opposite directions down every subsequent aisle, smiled, nodded, and walked on.
Fate favoured him that day, their cars just happened to be parked side by side.
They were loading shopping, he took the plunge, shyly asking her number, and offering his own.
Mid evening and she hadn't called, why would she? He was no Adonis, just an average guy, and she was so beautiful, probably fighting them off with a stick.
Faint heart never won fair lady, he would call her, the fear of rejection lay heavy with him, but he had to know.
She picked up, sounded delighted. A date? Why, yes, she would love to. Tomorrow evening? That would be splendid, would he mind if she hosted?
He dressed smartly, his best suit. Took flowers, wine, chocolates, and hope.
He knocked on her door, nervously shuffled his feet, felt his spirits hit the sky when the door opened and her beaming face appeared. She was so happy to see him, she was glowing with pleasure, with excitement, with expectation.
The meal was exquisite, beautifully prepared, a candlelit heaven.
They chatted as though they had known each other all their lives.
Hands reached out across the table, fingers touched, intertwined, energy flowed from one to the other.
He had never felt so happy in all of his life, he just wanted this wonderful, wonderful evening to go on for ever, they both did.
They sat, holding hands between the candlesticks.
They sat like that until the daylight seeped through the gaps in the shades.
Until the summer turned into autumn.
Until the flesh fell from their bones.
Until there was only dust.
©2013 Stephen. J. Green.