Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. They are borrowed for the sake of my
own sanity.
This fic is inspired by Elton John's song 'Somewhere out of the blue'. Actually, this is just an introductory chapter, nothing is revealed, not even the identity of our heroine. However, if you review, who knows where this story might go. I know where it will. ;)
So without further ado, my story And after reading it, don't forget to review
*MouSugoAme
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Someday Out Of The Blue
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She watched the gentle afternoon wind played with the grass. She felt content, sitting in the middle of the park, watching people as they pass by, wondering where they have been and where they are going to. She delight herself by making up stories about the people she'd seen, about how fast they walk, what they are wearing, what direction are they going.
'Maybe that one is going to a wedding of her former lover', she thought watching a tearful young woman wearing a beautiful black dress hurrying from the direction of the chapel. 'And maybe she swiped that flower from the elaborate flower arrangements in the chapel' she added noticing the young woman was clutching a long stemmed white rose in her little hands.
She watched the young woman hurry out of park, amused and yet puzzled about the woman's emotions. 'Why did she go to that wedding? Didn't she realize that she will only get hurt?' she wondered. 'Is it really necessary to submit yourself to such pain?'
Her cinnamon eyes once again roamed the park, searching for another person's tale to be created. Nevertheless, she cannot avert her mind from the woman in black. Something in that woman's emotions, the way her blue eyes cloud with her tears, the way her shoulders hunched as she tried to run away as fast as she can, the way her black dress depicted an aura of loneliness around her.
And yet... Despite the loneliness that the woman obviously felt, there is another emotion that she can sense on that woman. Love.
'But how can she still love that person? After what he has done for her? After leaving her?' questions cloud her mind. Then she realized that maybe she really did not understand, after all, she had never been in love, therefore there is no way for her to relate. Maybe, when she had the chance, maybe she can understand what the fuss is all about.
Feeling tired from all her storytelling, she lay down on the grass. Actually, she brought a blanket, but the blanket was too pretty for grass stains. It was a present from her dad, from one of his many travels around the world. He bought it for her from africa, an original kilim blanket in vibrant red, orange, and blue colors forming a pattern of some sort. So the blanket is safely tucked away in her bag and she is lying directly on the grass.
The ground felt cool against her thin cotton blouse, as she busied herself staring at the clouds taking on different forms as they travel across the skies. Her smile wistful as the cool afternoon breeze washes over her entire body, gently rocking her to sleep. Her smile widened as she tried to suppress a yawn. But no matter how much she fought the drowsiness, she still fell asleep. Rocked by the cool afternoon wind, gently cradled by grass.
A smile forming in her red lips as the opening scenes of a wonderful dream filled her mind.
TBC
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You know what to do ;)
This fic is inspired by Elton John's song 'Somewhere out of the blue'. Actually, this is just an introductory chapter, nothing is revealed, not even the identity of our heroine. However, if you review, who knows where this story might go. I know where it will. ;)
So without further ado, my story And after reading it, don't forget to review
*MouSugoAme
************************************************************************
Someday Out Of The Blue
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She watched the gentle afternoon wind played with the grass. She felt content, sitting in the middle of the park, watching people as they pass by, wondering where they have been and where they are going to. She delight herself by making up stories about the people she'd seen, about how fast they walk, what they are wearing, what direction are they going.
'Maybe that one is going to a wedding of her former lover', she thought watching a tearful young woman wearing a beautiful black dress hurrying from the direction of the chapel. 'And maybe she swiped that flower from the elaborate flower arrangements in the chapel' she added noticing the young woman was clutching a long stemmed white rose in her little hands.
She watched the young woman hurry out of park, amused and yet puzzled about the woman's emotions. 'Why did she go to that wedding? Didn't she realize that she will only get hurt?' she wondered. 'Is it really necessary to submit yourself to such pain?'
Her cinnamon eyes once again roamed the park, searching for another person's tale to be created. Nevertheless, she cannot avert her mind from the woman in black. Something in that woman's emotions, the way her blue eyes cloud with her tears, the way her shoulders hunched as she tried to run away as fast as she can, the way her black dress depicted an aura of loneliness around her.
And yet... Despite the loneliness that the woman obviously felt, there is another emotion that she can sense on that woman. Love.
'But how can she still love that person? After what he has done for her? After leaving her?' questions cloud her mind. Then she realized that maybe she really did not understand, after all, she had never been in love, therefore there is no way for her to relate. Maybe, when she had the chance, maybe she can understand what the fuss is all about.
Feeling tired from all her storytelling, she lay down on the grass. Actually, she brought a blanket, but the blanket was too pretty for grass stains. It was a present from her dad, from one of his many travels around the world. He bought it for her from africa, an original kilim blanket in vibrant red, orange, and blue colors forming a pattern of some sort. So the blanket is safely tucked away in her bag and she is lying directly on the grass.
The ground felt cool against her thin cotton blouse, as she busied herself staring at the clouds taking on different forms as they travel across the skies. Her smile wistful as the cool afternoon breeze washes over her entire body, gently rocking her to sleep. Her smile widened as she tried to suppress a yawn. But no matter how much she fought the drowsiness, she still fell asleep. Rocked by the cool afternoon wind, gently cradled by grass.
A smile forming in her red lips as the opening scenes of a wonderful dream filled her mind.
TBC
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You know what to do ;)