My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

0 anticipation

His simple statement, spoken with such confidence, lingered with her. She could not believe that she actually double checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving her room. It was crazy how he had managed to get under her skin. As much as she hated to admit it, there was a part of her that hoped she might run into him again. Not that she would actually agree to have dinner with him, but the idea of talking to him again brought a smile to her lips. It had been a while since she had smiled. That was one of the reason she had taken this trip. She was not really much of a traveler. If she went anywhere, it was because someone had manage to convince her to join them. And yet here she was in a strange country all alone.

Being alone was not her favorite thing to be. She hated the idea of going out by herself; hated eating by herself; disliked going to the movies by herself. How she had managed to convince herself to travel alone in foreign country was beyond her. The truth was she knew she needed to get used to being alone. After all, that was her destiny; she could feel it all the way to her core. She didn't like it, but she had way too many issues to deal with that bringing anyone else into her world would be cruel.

She pushed the elevator button again knowing full well it would not cause the elevator to arrive any sooner. Her gaze clouded over as she thought back to her encounter yesterday. His sexy little smile haunted her. She remembered the small feeling of embarrassment that ensue when she caught herself checking out his retreating figure. He was a beautiful male specimen; not a species she was use to dealing with. She laughed slightly to herself; she wasn't use to dealing with any one of the human persuasion, male or not. Except for kids, which probably explained her current vocation as a teacher. Ninety percent of the interaction one had to deal with as a teacher was with students. Adults were a nuisance that was relatively easy to avoid.

The ding of the elevator as it reached her floor brought her back from her trance. She shook away the feeling of anxiety and tension that had been festering since he sat down across from her. The doors opened and she stepped into the empty elevator. Empty, she thought as the doors closed. A sigh escaped her as she thought about the poignancy of the simple word. As she caught a glimpse of herself in the elevators shiny metallic walls, she was reminded of the effort she had taken in readying herself this morning. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips as an image of him appeared before her. If anything, the promise of his words would give her something to daydream about.

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