The Park

They arrived at the park. It wasn't where he expected to end up there. They walked around and talked about their dreams. She started to cry. He reached out to hold her. She hugged him and would not let go. He let her head rest on his shoulder. She stopped crying.

The Trip

He had to get away. The house seemed to be suffocating him. He packed his suitcase and got in his truck. He did not know where he was going. He drove through town. He say the girl sitting on the street corner. He stopped. She looked up and smiled. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She asked where he was going. He said he did not know. She asked to join. They drove away.

The Reconstruction

The sadness faded. Joy returned to his life. He had not thought of her. The house had to be repaired. He made the foundation of stone. The walls were three layers thick. The friend came by once again. He liked the house and stayed for a day.

The Depression

Depression set in. He was lonely. The girl had been the only person in town to give him the time of day. He knew she was the one. He had everything he needed. He wanted her. This kind of want was different for him. He drifted into deeper sadness. The house began to decay. Walls were falling in. He  felt the impending destruction. He cried.

The Dream

He awoke. Had it been real. The encounter had happened. It had not. He got up. Brewed his morning coffee.

The Encouter

She recognized him. He could not speak. She nodded as if she understood. He was embarrassed. She took his hand.

The Market

A mile to town. He walked. The market was first. He entered and saw the people. No one he knew. All strangers. Apples were on sale. Then the girl. She was across the way. He made his way to her. She disappeared. Maybe she wasn't really there. He turned around to leave. She was there.