The Walking Woman

The next day, as she walked by, he didn't try to talk to her. He knew that would just scare her away, and he didn't want her to be scared - after all, he had fallen in love with her and didn't want to see her hurt. He just followed a discreet distance behind her as she walked along. After awhile, he realized what she was doing - leading him someplace. Maybe she wanted to talk in a special place. Maybe she wanted to do something more than talk. So he kept following her.

Finally she reached an isolated group of trees in the park and stopped. She sat on a bench, next to the trees, and finally glanced at him. He could see the nervousness in her eye's. She truly did want to talk! But she couldn't - he could see how she desired him. So he hugged and kissed her. at first she tried to escape his grasp, tried to confess her deep love of him, but he wouldn't let her go and wouldn't let her soil the moment with words. He clasped his hand over her mouth in a tender display. No words would ever serve to truly describe the emotions he knew they both felt. After awhile, her struggles ceased and he lightened his grip. That was when she slid to the ground, overcome by her sudden deep emotions for him. And she stayed there. He bent down to look at her perfectly still form. Perfectly still, not even the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.

Sitting in the window on the rainy day, he thought of all this nd sighed. His true love never seemed to take walks by his window anymore. Never seemed to show up. And his world was duller for it. But he knew that if he continued to sit here, continued to be faithful to the memory, then one day she would be back. If not, there were more fish in the sea...