New Short Story.
Hello my loves! Just a quick short story I’ve jotted down for your viewing pleasure. Feel free to comment and critique. (Sorry if the grammar is a mess.)
She’s sitting alone in an old worn out velvet chair that was as crimson as the gloss smeared across her lips. Tucked into the back patio of a sleezy bar, she fails to notice the small lamp on the table beside her flicking on and off. A cigarette, which had long ago burned out, is gripped between her first two fingers so tightly, he wondered if she feared to let it go. With her free hand, she twirls a lock of wheat colored hair lost in thoughts he could only imagine were dark and full of unanswered questions.
Still, he remained silent. He could only observe, like he was supposed to do. Never get involved, was his motto. Besides, his work would come later, there was nothing he could do for her then.
A man walks past where she’s sitting, eyes still glazed and not focused on anything. He ponders for a moment, hovering near the empty seat next to her. The light flicks on again, he hesitates as though he could feel that something just wasn’t quite right, and then decides to move on.
She laughs suddenly; the sickly orange glow of the lamp, flickers. He’s not going to be able to wait much longer. He hated starting too early, sometimes people just need a moment to reflect—to put things into perspective. Always patient, he watched as the laugh died as quickly as it had come on. She had moved her hand slowly up her breast, past her pronounced collarbone, and had come to rest on the ruined flesh that circled around her thin neck.
It was time.
Her head snaps up to him, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the beauty of her face.
He stooped so that they met eye to eye. “They never really do.” He said, in what he hoped was an empathetic tone.
“One never does, until it’s too late.”
He shakes his head, relaxing the muscles in his face to the practiced expression of what he had learned was called “compassion.”
He nods again, waiting for her to understand.
“Yes.”
Resolved to the fate she had brought upon herself, she whispered, “So what now?”
She slips on soft, slender hand into his waiting one and stands. The lamp’s yellow light burns bright as she moves away from it.
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