Departure.
By: Piper "Pipes" Higgins
PG-13 | SLASH | I OWN NOTHING | REVIEW
"Is this seat taken, dear?" An elderly woman motioned to the burgundy cushion.
"No, ma'am. Go right ahead," a man with flashing brown eyes and hair colored of damp sand smiled. Complete with a pillow and blanket, he looked as if he had spent the night aboard the shiny black train. The luggage of various shapes and sizes rested above his head suggested that wherever the man was going or returning from, it was a long stay.
"Where are you from?" The question from the lady casual, and nothing really more than a conversation starter.
"New York City," he replied, his still boyish features and tone making him no older than nineteen.
The duo chatted on for awhile longer, she finding out his name was Les Jacobs, a Jewish man she could tell by the name, and he worked training as a photographer for the Sun. She, on the other hand, was from Iowa, and lived on a small farm, spending most of her days out in her beloved garden.
The snack trolley stopped in the middle of their discussion of the big city life and Les bought creamy bars of dark chocolate and a couple of raisin cookies. Quickly stuffing the chocolate into his long brown coat's pocket, he thanked the trolley worker and sat back down.
"Saving those for a midnight snack?" the elder's chapped lips worked into a knowing smile.
"No, actually," a flush appeared on the boy's tan skin. "I'm going to give them to someone."
"Ah, I should have known," she winked. "Of course a handsome boy like you would have girlfriend waiting for your arrival."
The sunlight gleaming over the grassy plains shone into the pane and caught an amused twinkle in Les's eye. "I guess you could say that."
"Are you going to see her?" Came a curious question.
"Yes, but I don't know if he-they'll return my feelings."
"How romantic!" The woman exclaims, her eyes almost filling with tears of the joy, pain and excitement of unrequited love. "Just tell them how you truly feel, I'm sure she'll feel the same way! Why when I first saw Paul I knew we would end up together, and we did, for thirty-three years! Now just make sure you smile and act all handsome and such, girls love that! And never-"
Les readjusted his pillow. As much as he knew the old lady meant well, he hardly think that it would come in handy in his situation.
This is what he had been waiting for almost ten years.
He was going to risk it all and put his heart on his sleeve.
The response was probably not going to be one of his liking, but he just had to get his feelings off his chest and out into the open.
Slowly, the sky drew dark. The gray-haired lady yawned and bid him a goodnight, trying to position herself comfortably for sleep.
Les fell unconscious soon after, into a thick dreamless sleep, only to be awaken by a shrill call filling the morning air.
"Santa Fe Train Station!"
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Augh, not one of my best. I have really got to get into practicing my writing to get it back into top shape. I'd really appreciate a review! Thanks.
By: Piper "Pipes" Higgins
PG-13 | SLASH | I OWN NOTHING | REVIEW
"Is this seat taken, dear?" An elderly woman motioned to the burgundy cushion.
"No, ma'am. Go right ahead," a man with flashing brown eyes and hair colored of damp sand smiled. Complete with a pillow and blanket, he looked as if he had spent the night aboard the shiny black train. The luggage of various shapes and sizes rested above his head suggested that wherever the man was going or returning from, it was a long stay.
"Where are you from?" The question from the lady casual, and nothing really more than a conversation starter.
"New York City," he replied, his still boyish features and tone making him no older than nineteen.
The duo chatted on for awhile longer, she finding out his name was Les Jacobs, a Jewish man she could tell by the name, and he worked training as a photographer for the Sun. She, on the other hand, was from Iowa, and lived on a small farm, spending most of her days out in her beloved garden.
The snack trolley stopped in the middle of their discussion of the big city life and Les bought creamy bars of dark chocolate and a couple of raisin cookies. Quickly stuffing the chocolate into his long brown coat's pocket, he thanked the trolley worker and sat back down.
"Saving those for a midnight snack?" the elder's chapped lips worked into a knowing smile.
"No, actually," a flush appeared on the boy's tan skin. "I'm going to give them to someone."
"Ah, I should have known," she winked. "Of course a handsome boy like you would have girlfriend waiting for your arrival."
The sunlight gleaming over the grassy plains shone into the pane and caught an amused twinkle in Les's eye. "I guess you could say that."
"Are you going to see her?" Came a curious question.
"Yes, but I don't know if he-they'll return my feelings."
"How romantic!" The woman exclaims, her eyes almost filling with tears of the joy, pain and excitement of unrequited love. "Just tell them how you truly feel, I'm sure she'll feel the same way! Why when I first saw Paul I knew we would end up together, and we did, for thirty-three years! Now just make sure you smile and act all handsome and such, girls love that! And never-"
Les readjusted his pillow. As much as he knew the old lady meant well, he hardly think that it would come in handy in his situation.
This is what he had been waiting for almost ten years.
He was going to risk it all and put his heart on his sleeve.
The response was probably not going to be one of his liking, but he just had to get his feelings off his chest and out into the open.
Slowly, the sky drew dark. The gray-haired lady yawned and bid him a goodnight, trying to position herself comfortably for sleep.
Les fell unconscious soon after, into a thick dreamless sleep, only to be awaken by a shrill call filling the morning air.
"Santa Fe Train Station!"
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Augh, not one of my best. I have really got to get into practicing my writing to get it back into top shape. I'd really appreciate a review! Thanks.