Sunday, November 11, 2018

Loves Departure


A 500 Word Short Story by Scott A. Gese

She was born in the South of France.
In her prime she was tall, lean and extremely beautiful. Some would say she had more beauty than should be allotted to any one person. A quick wit, keen eye and clarity of mind were her hallmarks. Not only did she know it, she carried it quite well.

Her father tended a small vineyard. They lived well, but not in an aristocratic style.

Over the years many men attempted to scale the heights she demanded of them only to fall dismally short of the goal...except for one. For many years she held him close to her heart as she brushed aside all other suitors.

He was a dashingly handsome young man with an exterior ruggedness about him. His youthful features were chiseled to perfection. Highly educated and well traveled. His knowledge of worldly affairs rivaled his contemporaries.

Their first encounter was brief. She sat in a small cafe with a friend. He was alone apart from a bottle of pinot noir. His quick glance and slight smile intrigued her. He silently saluted his glass in her direction before he sipped. She softly smiled in acceptance of his gesture.

From that moment on she could think of no other. She was smitten by his eyes as he glanced her direction. The smile that spoke volumes without so much as the parting of his lips, The noble gesture of a salute in her direction, the fact that he sat alone.

She had to meet him. For the next few weeks she made it a point to take an afternoon stroll past the cafe where she had first seen him. Soon, to no avail, she discreetly inquired of the young man with the cafe's waiter. There was no comfort in his reply. She sat at one of the sidewalk tables and ordered a bite to eat. As she waited, she enjoyed watching the scene before her. It was Spring and love was in the air. Couples meandered about holding hands and sneaking brief kisses.

She was lost in the moment when a voice from behind brought her back to her senses. “Are you expecting someone?” A young man stepped into view. It was him. “May I join you?”

She was pleasantly surprised. He was as handsome as she remembered, maybe more so. “Yes, yes, by all means please do.”

I've seen you stroll by on several occasions, but you never stopped.”

I was never hungry at the moment,” she quickly replied. “How did you see me?”

My father owns this restaurant. I have a room above while I'm home.”

Home? Do you live abroad?”

I travel frequently, but what about you?”

Over the coming weeks they met frequently at the small cafe. They carried on long conversations. Some light-hearted and some deeply philosophical. They enjoyed each others company and were growing quite fond of each other. Maybe even in love.

It abruptly ended on the day he unexpectedly passed away.

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