#170 Human
I skipped #169 for now.. we'll see if I can come up with something for it later..
#170 Human
(I don't know if this really fits with the category cuz it's just some lame story but I guess it's about humans so it counts right?)
It Happened
It happened in a small cafe outside of Paris, just down the road from a fancy little boutique and a large open-air market. She liked to come to this place for peace and quiet. It was small and little-known, a hole-in-the-wall, a buried treasure. Never busy or crowded like some of the better known places nearby. Never filled with shoppers carrying large bags full of unnecessary items, or frazzled mothers dragging along their too-energetic children. It was perfect.
She was sitting outside at a small round iron-wrought table with 2 matching chairs, enjoying the fragrant springtime air. A light breeze ruffled her long silky black hair and the hem of her cheery yellow dress. That's when she saw him.She had been reading a thin book of poetry, words and phrases drifting and floating through her mind like musical notes and phrases. She paused to take a sip of espresso; rich, powerful, dark, held together by the tiniest glass - a chip in the top and a flowering branch of apple blossoms painted on the inside. It was her favourite. She liked the thought of holding a secret piece of beauty in her hand, held hidden under a hot black sea, re-emerging little by little like a sunken treasure rescued by explorers.
It was then that she took a look at her surroundings. She was used to being alone while at this cafe and so it surprised her to see him there. He was sitting two tables away, his back partly to her and she couldn't help but notice how muscular it looked underneath his thin, black t-shirt. Who was this man and what brought him to this place? She tried to ignore him, to go back to her reading, but she couldn't get lost in the rhythms. Her mind kept coming back to him.
She decided to take a closer look. He seemed tall, though he was sitting down, he had dark hair and lightly tanned skin. He looked quite handsome from where she was sitting though she couldn't see his whole face. But there was something else about him, something she couldn't quite define, and it made her curious. She longed to know what he was thinking about, for unlike most of the people who came here, he brought no book along with him. No newspaper, no nothing. Yet he seemed comfortable enough sitting there with nothing to keep his hands or mind occupied.
He must have felt her eyes on him for he twisted slightly in his chair and looked at her, his eyes green underneath a fringe of dark hair. She felt embarrassed at being caught studying him and quickly dropped her eyes to the book that still lay open in her hands. She though she heard him laugh softly under his breath and her cheeks burned. She quickly resolved not to look at him again when she haerd the scrape of a chair and footsteps coming closer. She risked a quick glance up and wa surprised to see his face so near her own. She was right, he was very handsome. She blushed a second time to her chagrin.
"May I sit here?" A mild tone with a hint of amusement asked her.
She couldn't help but think his voice pleasant. She nodded her assent not yet trusting her own voice. She scooter her chair back an inch or two as he sat down at her table and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She wasn't good conversing with strangers, what would they talk about? Her mind was a flood of worries that he could easily read in her clear blue eyes. He laughed again softly, perfectly at ease.
Did he come over here to laugh at me? She thought, anger flushing her cheeks and making her bold.
"What's so funny?" She demanded.
He noted the sparks in her eyes and admired her spunk.
"Nothing in particular." He smiled.
Her heart sped up and her breath caught in her throat. What is wrong with me? She thought. I don't even know this man. But you'd like to. Said a voice from insider her heart.
She realized he was watching her, studying her. His eyes on her face, fer lips, her bare arms, the light on her hair. It made he feel self-conscious and yet she realized that he approved of what he saw. She'd never been noticed before, never been looked at like this. Seeing how she looked to him, through his eyes. She had never felt more beautiful than at that moment. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, reading her face like a book. He smiled again.
To be continued (maybe)...
#170 Human
(I don't know if this really fits with the category cuz it's just some lame story but I guess it's about humans so it counts right?)
It Happened
It happened in a small cafe outside of Paris, just down the road from a fancy little boutique and a large open-air market. She liked to come to this place for peace and quiet. It was small and little-known, a hole-in-the-wall, a buried treasure. Never busy or crowded like some of the better known places nearby. Never filled with shoppers carrying large bags full of unnecessary items, or frazzled mothers dragging along their too-energetic children. It was perfect.
She was sitting outside at a small round iron-wrought table with 2 matching chairs, enjoying the fragrant springtime air. A light breeze ruffled her long silky black hair and the hem of her cheery yellow dress. That's when she saw him.She had been reading a thin book of poetry, words and phrases drifting and floating through her mind like musical notes and phrases. She paused to take a sip of espresso; rich, powerful, dark, held together by the tiniest glass - a chip in the top and a flowering branch of apple blossoms painted on the inside. It was her favourite. She liked the thought of holding a secret piece of beauty in her hand, held hidden under a hot black sea, re-emerging little by little like a sunken treasure rescued by explorers.
It was then that she took a look at her surroundings. She was used to being alone while at this cafe and so it surprised her to see him there. He was sitting two tables away, his back partly to her and she couldn't help but notice how muscular it looked underneath his thin, black t-shirt. Who was this man and what brought him to this place? She tried to ignore him, to go back to her reading, but she couldn't get lost in the rhythms. Her mind kept coming back to him.
She decided to take a closer look. He seemed tall, though he was sitting down, he had dark hair and lightly tanned skin. He looked quite handsome from where she was sitting though she couldn't see his whole face. But there was something else about him, something she couldn't quite define, and it made her curious. She longed to know what he was thinking about, for unlike most of the people who came here, he brought no book along with him. No newspaper, no nothing. Yet he seemed comfortable enough sitting there with nothing to keep his hands or mind occupied.
He must have felt her eyes on him for he twisted slightly in his chair and looked at her, his eyes green underneath a fringe of dark hair. She felt embarrassed at being caught studying him and quickly dropped her eyes to the book that still lay open in her hands. She though she heard him laugh softly under his breath and her cheeks burned. She quickly resolved not to look at him again when she haerd the scrape of a chair and footsteps coming closer. She risked a quick glance up and wa surprised to see his face so near her own. She was right, he was very handsome. She blushed a second time to her chagrin.
"May I sit here?" A mild tone with a hint of amusement asked her.
She couldn't help but think his voice pleasant. She nodded her assent not yet trusting her own voice. She scooter her chair back an inch or two as he sat down at her table and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She wasn't good conversing with strangers, what would they talk about? Her mind was a flood of worries that he could easily read in her clear blue eyes. He laughed again softly, perfectly at ease.
Did he come over here to laugh at me? She thought, anger flushing her cheeks and making her bold.
"What's so funny?" She demanded.
He noted the sparks in her eyes and admired her spunk.
"Nothing in particular." He smiled.
Her heart sped up and her breath caught in her throat. What is wrong with me? She thought. I don't even know this man. But you'd like to. Said a voice from insider her heart.
She realized he was watching her, studying her. His eyes on her face, fer lips, her bare arms, the light on her hair. It made he feel self-conscious and yet she realized that he approved of what he saw. She'd never been noticed before, never been looked at like this. Seeing how she looked to him, through his eyes. She had never felt more beautiful than at that moment. He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, reading her face like a book. He smiled again.
To be continued (maybe)...