Monday, February 9, 2009

The Penpal


She missed him so much and just could not wait to see him. Yes, she looked forward to their first real-time wow moment! How she imagined their planned meeting in Washington next week. He would be wearing faded khakis and one of his favourite hats tight over his head. Leaning against the back of a green Dodge Ram, this penpal-turned-friend would be waiting and watching for the Virginia coach to pull into the station.

Upon alighting, her huge eyes darted about in excited anticipation while she searched for a face to match the pictures whose images she had memorized over the past few months. Then someone waved so she turned in that direction. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she started towards him. A cursory glance around revealed that he had parked next to an old hangar which seemed reminiscent of the early forties. Few people remained in the lot and she wondered about the history of this apparently small yet quaint town. Gosh, what might this place have looked like in the olden days? Perhaps an active station with soldiers milling about constantly...

Michele's eyes flickered slowly until she lay awake staring at the high ceiling of the ornate bedroom she loved so much. A little sadness threatened to settle with the realization that Joshua was not actually there. Tossing and turning for a few minutes, Michele knew there would be no more sleep and got up in slight irritation. Every night she would hug the pillow so tightly and see Josh's face behind her closed eyelids. She would even feel his touch as though he lay there too. This always led to a racing heart. Desire. Passion. Overwhelming and seemingly insatiable eagerness to meet the man she'd grown to adore ...

2 comments:

CathM said...

Lil... this is a strong tight piece of writing! Well done.

IJ said...

Thx Cath,
You have inspired me to tidy up & compile my finished & half-written pieces, with the aim of becoming a better writer. Its also very therapeutic- thx for all the encouragement... Lil