Girl: Short Story Original
By: Zack Menchel
She was petite,
beautiful and curvy. The kind of woman that turned heads no matter where she went.
She was a dream girl in the realist sense.
She was on the
move. She had never cared for this particular variant of weather, but there was
no point in hustling through it as the fastest pace she could manage at the
moment was a slow crawl. Her thoughts and emotions were clearly affecting the
speed and fluidity of her movements.
She sighed as
water dripped from her matted hair with the consistency of a luscious waterfall.
“I look like a hot mess,” she thought to herself.
She
was exiting the situation, done with it all, tired. It wasn’t anything
personal, but he just got boring. She truly missed the excitement of the chase,
the sensual nights of passion and the momentous days in the sun, just chilling
out, relaxing, carefree.
These memories
haunted her throughout each day and over the night, fucking with her sleep
cycle and taking a toll on her life.
The
rain had become angry, more intense. Droplets the size of golf balls splashed
across her cheeks with the ferocity of a pellet gun.
Her clothing had
become heavy, sticking to skin. She hated this feeling almost more than anything
else.
Cars cruised by,
the sound of their skidding tires splashing in puddles, causing thick brown
waves of water to cascade down onto the sidewalk.
Her
piercing green eyes took on a look of trouble, yet they remained put together, longing
for adventure and wonder.
After keeping her
secret in vain for an extended period of time, she was surprised she had felt
so apathetic for so long. She wondered when she had become so cynical of the
situation at hand.
She
was always so meticulous, putting everything in its proper place, including her
thoughts. She tried not to act differently toward her now boring boyfriend. But
somewhere, it had gone wrong. Her cautious ways had only paid off for a limited
time, and now she had been had.
She
thought she had always looked just like everyone else, like all of the
buildings surrounding her but that wasn’t the case. She had not covered up her
tracks and was now as obvious as ever.
What
it was exactly that made everyone alert, on edge, she didn’t know. It wasn’t that
she was oblivious but rather the complexity of the situation had begun to curb
her awareness.
Her head felt
heavy, murky, and filled to the brim with bits and pieces of a puzzle she
didn’t understand how to complete.
A shiver shot up
her spine from the differing combination of the rain and dropping temperature.
It was getting
late. It had been getting late for a few hours now, but she just couldn’t bring
herself to go home this time.
Home was no longer
where her heart was. But she continued plotting along anyways, at her slow
snail-like pace.
Her complexion
waned. Tears now joined the waterworks that streamed down her supple, rosy
cheeks but it was masked by the rain. None were the wiser.
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