Monday, March 31, 2008

Short Story: "An Apple in the Rain"

Sam lowered his head and focused on the tiny splashes of raindrops that fell tirelessly about his ruined sneakers. The gray hood of his sock poked through the duct tape seams, it was as soaked as the rest of his clothing. There was no hiding from the cold wetness in this storm. Not this one. Not today. A deep sigh shuddered through his body and he looked back at the throng of people in the square.

A woman stopped a few paces away and smiled. She was heaven beautiful to his street ugly. The floating machine above her head kept her dry and warm. Her clean white trench coat seemed to serve more for fashion than utility.

He felt her gaze wax over his unkempt hair and tattered clothes. Her smile warmed the cold inside of him and he smiled back. He couldn't help but take in her delicious brown hair and glimmering green eyes. They spoke to him, promised love and devotion, a warm bed and a hot meal, and a million kisses throughout the night.

"Right," she said. "I love you too."

His brow furrowed, and he shielded his eyes from the downpour.

At once she reached up to the blue orb beside her ear and with a gentle touch the light died and she jumped with a start, as if seeing him now for the first time.

"Ugh!" She gasped as she lurched backwards. Once the gap between them had increased by several paces she reached into a pocket and tossed a few credits onto the ground between his feet as she might throw a steak to a hungry alley dog in order to make her escape. And escape she did, back into the conversing, twisting, and turning crowd of city dwellers and street commuters.

Sam reached down and scraped up the credits and, as if by instinct, shoved them into his own pocket. He watched her vanish back into the throng and the warmth of her gaze soured and festered in his mind. Again he sighed.



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I started this post back in August and it has just been sitting in my drafts. It was never intended to be a flash fiction piece, and the end leaves you in the rut right along with Sam. I think I owe this story a little more work.
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