Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a new drabble for EchoMoonHuntress who placed 2nd in the Junior Division with her entry Here's the Thing. It was an amazing piece that stole my heart and took home 2nd, only because 1st place won by a hair. Thanks for entering, and here's your gift!
The first time he remembered seeing her was when he was eight. She had the prettiest, slender auburn hair he had ever seen. A long time later, Marth Rogers soon found out that Zelda Boeing's hair was actually a warm and engrossing chocolate that smelled of pine trees and honey scented dew drops. She was tender to the touch, always pulsing out a cold aura. The first time they slept together, he remembered that she almost broke his right foot with her heel. He apologized of course, although she was the one who almost took out his entire right foot. It was what a gentleman who was supposed to do.
That was the time he found out she liked windows that were laced with ivy. Something about the glowing green plant reminded her of home, memories scattered by the wind that she wished she never experienced. The second time they had sex, he learned that her home had been bombed six years earlier, killing her mother, sister, and her old boyfriend. His memory pained her the most, as if her heart was being pounded in by a mallet.
That night, she disappeared. He knew it was going to happen, sooner or later the girl didn't care anymore and got up in a stint. It had been six years since that day. Marth could remember every detail down to how many hairs were on his chin when he woke up for work, it was such a perfect day. He would call her cell every night, hoping and pleading that she'd pick up. The answer was the same every time. Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail. He left the same message over and over again. Screaming her name, begging for her to return to him. His throat burned with the consonants of her name, the memory of rough, scalded hands punching him in the gut because he had danced with her at an exquisite party, only because Zelda's boss hadn't appreciated that very much. It pained him that he lost her, how he let someone so precious leave his grasp after he swore to keep her safe.
One day he found her new address, halfway across the world in New Zealand. He mailed her a piece of ivy that had grown on the fire escape of his apartment. He didn't anticipate his return gift. Her, at his front door step at one in the morning on Thanksgiving. She was clutching his ivy, the gift he had sent. He was crying, and Zelda had asked him if he didn't like what he got in return. His answer was his mouth on her lips.
I hope you all enjoyed this, I know I did! I love you all, thanks for reading. Please review! To EchoMoonHuntress, thank you for entering my contest. I truly appreciated it, and there's nothing left to say, but than you! Love you all again! Thanks!
~ Paradigm of Writing