We all start our life alone. Then, when we die, we are alone, removed from others. Or, in my case, when someone leaves and a gaping hole is all that remains. These thoughts and others bounce back and forth in my mind as I stroll through Public Gardens, a captivatingly beautiful park in Boston. There is no place like Massachusetts during autumn, the crisp bite of the air that invigorates you as soon as you step outside, complementing a myriad of copper-brushed leaves descending to the beaten walkway. The damp air mixed with fresh pumpkin and cinnamon creates a tantalizing aroma.

The beauty of nature is its cycles, its predictability of knowing that you will never be stuck too long. Such applies to even the most humid places and frigid mountainous regions because no one temperature is constant. Knowing mother nature’s ways soothes me when I find myself in moments like these, where I am in a dizzying turmoil over my feelings, missing those which we cannot bring back. 

Tossing my head up to the hazy sky, with hues of apricot and amber dancing around the setting sun, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to engrain the last of autumn in my mind. My sorrow keeps building despite knowing he would eventually go. I just want to know why. The wind whips ebony locks around my face, obscuring tears gliding down my rosy cheeks, blurring my vision. 

“Hey! Watch it!”

I glance up, and before me stands a man. He gazes into my teary eyes, his bronze curls framing viridescent orbs. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I mumble. 

His eyes soften, and the rigid stature of his frame loosens as he says, “I’m not going to ask why since you probably don’t want to tell some stranger who just bumped into you,” he pauses, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, “but I know a great place around here that has killer clam chowder.”

A little grin, once foreign but now welcome, graces me. Maybe it’s not so lonely after all.

5 1 vote
Post Rating
Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
14 Comments
Oldest
Newest Most Voted
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments
Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
1 month ago

Sweet story, Bella from lost love to sorrow and contemplation to found love.

Preston Randall
Preston Randall(@preston-randall)
1 month ago

I enjoyed this touching story, especially the descriptive elements that provide mood and background for each scene. I found it very emotional as we naturally empathize with the main character’s sad circumstances. And the ending was excellent in illustrating the story’s main theme.

Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
Greene M Wills
Greene M Wills(@greene-m-wills)
1 month ago

I loved your description of a day in the fall, a casual encounter that might bring even more colours in two lives that suddenly collide. Well done, Bella!

Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
Allan Neil
Allan Neil(@allan-neil)
1 month ago

Well done, Bella. This piece crosses to and fro from sharply distinct prose to poetry and back. Intriguing, and with a lovely satisfying end. It helps that I’ve experienced New England in the Fall (and a killer clam chowder in Maine!)

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 month ago

Hello, Bella. Your story is so touching, from heartbreak to finding new love. It’s a beautiful romantic story that just started when they bumped into each other by accident. Such a satisfying end. Love it.

Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Bella Minyo
1 month ago

You’re most welcome, Bella. Keep safe always.

Comments without a personalized avatar will not be published.
Linda Rock
Linda Rock(@linda-rock)
1 month ago

I got lost in your beautiful descriptions of Massachusetts, Bella. And I felt your protagonist’s pain at the loss of a loved one. The ending gives us hope that she will find love again. Very nicely done.

Become a PatronHelp support our family-friendly mission

Recent Comments



14
0
Selected Authors may submit comments (5 Credits)x
()
x
Scroll to Top

Sharing a Post

Why do my friends need to SignIn to read the post I shared?

Actually, this is a voting security feature. During public voting, only club members can read posts submitted for that contest. Since anyone reading the story is able to vote (click the Like button), we reserve these capabilities to members who SignIn. Before we implemented this security feature, people were voting multiple times and making the public voting process unfair and out of balance. To fix this, our staff finally decided to allow only members who SignIn to read the stories. Membership is free and easy, and ensures our club is safe, secure, and family-friendly!