Thursday, December 02, 2010

The Next Table

She watched him from the shadow in which she was seated. Sitting at the next table, his laugh had caused her to jerk her head up from her menu. Still the dangerously handsome man who had broken her heart and trust when he was still but a boy, and she a young girl. Across from him, his pretty bride smiled and listened attentively, coyly feeding him forkfuls of chowmein, oblivious as the girl from his past looked on.

Today, successful (and single), she had moved on. But why was it pins still pierced her when she remembered watching his retreating back through her tears?

She paid for her uneaten meal and left on her high heels. Walking a little straighter than usual. Leaving her past behind. And the man, who had been unable to meet her gaze, exhaled imperceptibly and smiled a little wider, opening his mouth for another taste of chicken.

9 comments:

sukanyabora said...

lovely Ana! you are back!

Kittiwake Design said...

i absolutely love this. so beautifully written!

nclgirl said...

i really enjoy your writing. i wish to see more posts in the coming year. :)

A Muser said...

Nice, Ana.

eve's lungs said...

very nice Ana ..And sad .. is she still carrying a torch for him ?

Thinking Cramps said...

Thanks everyone :)

Eve's Lungs - I don't think so. It's more about the girlishness she lost after that heartbreak. I think. At least, that's how I see her in my head!

dipali said...

Very nice!

Dewdrop said...

Beautifully written :)

Tharini said...

Lovely! I have missed you! Keep writing, okay?