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Benches
by
Jennifer Lambe
What a wonderful night it had been! Taken out to dinner by an old
friend, somebody with whom she'd remained close over the last three
years. Although they didn't spend much time with each other, it wasn't
required to keep their friendship close. After a few glasses of
wonderful chardonnay, and a delightful dinner of spicy pasta at one of
their favourite restaurants, she decided a nice scenic drive was in
order.
After avoiding puddles and ducking under as many trees as possible to
avoid the sprinkling rain, they hopped into his car, and wound their
way out of downtown - and into the surrounding drives just outside the
city. As the car hummed along, she sighed and watched the moon slowly
rising and bouncing off the ripling water.
They pulled off at a tourist stop, and held hands as they walked along
a path to their favourite bench, where over the years they had had
many conversations. This time, it was a cool crisp evening, with a
light breeze playing with her hair, tickling her shoulders. They sat
in silence, both in awe of the natural beauty surrounding them. He put
his arm around her, and she nuzzled closer. It was so comfortable.
He looked at her, as if trying to pull and throw away the deep sadness
in her eyes, and kissed her on the forehead. She knew how very much he
cared, but couldn't return his feelings. It was wonderful to feel
cared for, attractive and sexy all in a single moment. But in her
heart, she knew it was not to be.
created: aug28/04
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