
The Last Time
He stared at the perfectly Photoshopped wallpaper of a cherry blossom tree on his laptop. In one swoop, the memory of that day overwhelmed his usual blissful mood.
She had waited for him under a tree that looked like it was frosted with cotton candy. He had never been close to such a tree, but she had asked him to meet her there, so he went.
As he approached her, he thought she looked out of place with her dark navy coat and red shoes, but the stark contrast to the soft pink blossoms above her head somehow seemed intentional. She looked over her shoulder, giving him her familiar half smile.
‘Thank you for coming.’ She said confidently, as if she knew he would. This bothered him.
‘Did you bring it?’ She asked, not waiting for him to reply.
He took out of his coat pocket a small wooden box, decorated with lavish, floral arrangements. She took it, sighing with satisfaction. He looked at her face. The years have been good to her, the fine lines around her mouth and eyes barely visible in the dim light of the setting sun. She did not open the box, instead just stared out in front of her, her perfectly painted red lips twisted in thought.
As she turned to him, a gush blew over them, sending her dark hair flying past her face, tiny pink blossoms kissing it like fairies. She looked magical and he felt the years melt away. Her eyes were alight with deviance and he wondered what she was planning. She was always planning something.
‘It was good seeing you,’ she said, putting her small hand in his and giving it a squeeze, and he knew that it would be the last time he would ever see her.
He snapped the laptop shut, hoping that the next time he opened it, the wallpaper would be different.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWow! Maryke, this story packs a punch in its sensuality, when I got to the end I had forgotten he was just looking at the wallpaper on his laptop. Your story will capture everyone who reads it too.
Thank you so much Eric! I was hoping the reader would also get as lost in the memory as him!
Maryke, this is such a heartfelt story evoking so many emotions. You have created such a beautiful scene, it was easy to picture in my mind’s eye. I love the line “…tiny pink blossoms kissing it like fairies.” This left me wondering who was she? What happened to her? What happens next? This is a great story. I enjoyed reading it.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you Marianna! I’m glad you enjoyed it! Yes the woman is a great mystery.
So intrigued, I want more to read! Well done!
Thank you! I will see if this story goes any further ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI, too, forgot he was looking at the wallpaper! Very well done. My imagination is racing, wondering what is in that box and how they know each other. I’m sure the next time he opens his laptop the wallpaper will be different… perhaps to coincide with the next prompt? I hope so, I think there is much more to this story 🙂
I love that this story makes the reader wonder! Thank you for your kind comment.
Ooh, sounds like this man needs to be very careful. It seems that the lady is taking him for granted and getting him to do the dirty work for her. I too was so absorbed that I completely forgot the wallpaper!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you for the comment! I’m glad the memory is so vivid that even the reader forgets the present ??
Wow. I was carried away and forgot that the protagonist is only looking at the wallpaper on his laptop. This is so captivating and very well-written. Good job. Hope to read more from you, Maryke.
Thank you so much Lotchie! I’m glad you liked it?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou’re welcome, Maryke.