A not so short story.
I got this idea on the way home from work today. I'm not a writer, so please, bear with me.
Or, just don't click the link. Whatever.
Spring 2007
I haven't been back in town for long, only a week or two now, but this is the fourth
or fifth time that I've seen her.
She's so pretty.
I always notice what she's wearing. Today it's a deep red jacket, cream stripe across
the chest. Black on her legs and her feet. She wears cream around her throat and on
her hands. The days aren't warm enough for anyone, even me, to go completely
unprotected.
Her hair is a gorgeous shade of brown, like wet trees after a hot summer storm.
It twirls and moves with it's own life, I want to touch it and play with it.
She's so delicate looking, like a fresh bud on a plant.
One day. I'll talk to her.
Mid-Spring 2007
It's warmer now. I can spend more time doing my errands. Frequently, I see her. We
live only a small way away from each other. My path takes me by her almost every day.
Today, it's yellow. I've seen flowers that color, stunning. This color traps me,
warms me from the inside and gives me a skip to my heart.
As always her hair is tickled by the wind. I think it's longer now than it was when
I first saw her.
Tomorrow. I'll say Hello tomorrow.
Late Spring 2007
The days are longer and have a slow sweetness to them.
I saw her today. Blue. Almost like the sky, but also like the ocean at it's depth in
warm water. It went from her neck to her legs, and flowed around her.
Today was the first time I noticed that her eyes are like a tree silhouette at
sunset. That green, living color. I love it.
I swear. Tomorrow. It's not that hard.
Summer 2007
The heat is awful. I go from place to place, trying to get things done, and there's
no relief. The nights are cooler, but not by much.
Red. Like her Spring coat, but more like... warm weather red. Attracts the eye. Warms
my heart.
She warms my heart.
I almost said Hello! I think she's noticed me, I saw a smile yesterday.
Early Summer 2007
I did it!
She had white on. She was like her own light. I couldn't help myself! I don't think
she understood me though. I went over, and sat. I looked at her, and she finally
looked at me, dead in the eye.
She smiled and ducked, I love that!
And I said "Hello! How are you?"
And she looked at me, and for an aching moment, I was all she saw.
She didn't understand me, and I know because she tilted her head and eyed me.
Then, she got up and left.
But I said it!
Mid-Summer 2007
She spoke back!
I think we're going to have to overcome this voice problem. I can't tell what she's
saying!
She glowed in pink, it was later in the day. Hot, again. But that's the season for you.
But I said Hello! I told her that I thought she was pretty, like I flower I'd seen
somewhere before.
She smiled. I know she's happy. I think her words were good too, but I'm not sure.
As long as she smiles, my world is glad.
Maybe I should tell her that.
Late Summer 2007
I haven't been out lately. The days are long, hot. They keep me from my rounds.
I miss her. More often than I should.
But today was the first day in a long time. A very long time.
She recognized me. She was happy to see me too. A very familiar shade of green
covered her, seemed to keep her cool. Matched her eyes almost.
She said her words to me first. I still don't know what she says, but there's always
such joy! I wonder what she sounds like when she sings?
I talk back to her. Even though we don't speak the same, she understands, I think.
So I told her. How I felt, everything.
She smiled the whole time. She spoke to me, and left.
Was that a good thing?
Early Fall 2007
Cooling days mean I can only make brief trips now. I haven't seen her in a very long
time.
I wonder. Did she really understand what I said?
Did I upset her?
Why is she gone?
Late Fall 2007
I just.. I don't know.
I haven't seen her, I'm worried now. I don't think she-
Wait.
She's... there she is!
Hey! I.. OH.
oh.....
I see.
She has someone.
He's. He's like her. Hair the color of wet trees.
She doesn't understand me at all.
I thought she did.
I was so.. so...
Love?
Maybe.
Love.
Who knows. I couldn't tell you.
She doesn't care.
Why would she?
I'm just a bird, after all.
Or, just don't click the link. Whatever.
Spring 2007
I haven't been back in town for long, only a week or two now, but this is the fourth
or fifth time that I've seen her.
She's so pretty.
I always notice what she's wearing. Today it's a deep red jacket, cream stripe across
the chest. Black on her legs and her feet. She wears cream around her throat and on
her hands. The days aren't warm enough for anyone, even me, to go completely
unprotected.
Her hair is a gorgeous shade of brown, like wet trees after a hot summer storm.
It twirls and moves with it's own life, I want to touch it and play with it.
She's so delicate looking, like a fresh bud on a plant.
One day. I'll talk to her.
Mid-Spring 2007
It's warmer now. I can spend more time doing my errands. Frequently, I see her. We
live only a small way away from each other. My path takes me by her almost every day.
Today, it's yellow. I've seen flowers that color, stunning. This color traps me,
warms me from the inside and gives me a skip to my heart.
As always her hair is tickled by the wind. I think it's longer now than it was when
I first saw her.
Tomorrow. I'll say Hello tomorrow.
Late Spring 2007
The days are longer and have a slow sweetness to them.
I saw her today. Blue. Almost like the sky, but also like the ocean at it's depth in
warm water. It went from her neck to her legs, and flowed around her.
Today was the first time I noticed that her eyes are like a tree silhouette at
sunset. That green, living color. I love it.
I swear. Tomorrow. It's not that hard.
Summer 2007
The heat is awful. I go from place to place, trying to get things done, and there's
no relief. The nights are cooler, but not by much.
Red. Like her Spring coat, but more like... warm weather red. Attracts the eye. Warms
my heart.
She warms my heart.
I almost said Hello! I think she's noticed me, I saw a smile yesterday.
Early Summer 2007
I did it!
She had white on. She was like her own light. I couldn't help myself! I don't think
she understood me though. I went over, and sat. I looked at her, and she finally
looked at me, dead in the eye.
She smiled and ducked, I love that!
And I said "Hello! How are you?"
And she looked at me, and for an aching moment, I was all she saw.
She didn't understand me, and I know because she tilted her head and eyed me.
Then, she got up and left.
But I said it!
Mid-Summer 2007
She spoke back!
I think we're going to have to overcome this voice problem. I can't tell what she's
saying!
She glowed in pink, it was later in the day. Hot, again. But that's the season for you.
But I said Hello! I told her that I thought she was pretty, like I flower I'd seen
somewhere before.
She smiled. I know she's happy. I think her words were good too, but I'm not sure.
As long as she smiles, my world is glad.
Maybe I should tell her that.
Late Summer 2007
I haven't been out lately. The days are long, hot. They keep me from my rounds.
I miss her. More often than I should.
But today was the first day in a long time. A very long time.
She recognized me. She was happy to see me too. A very familiar shade of green
covered her, seemed to keep her cool. Matched her eyes almost.
She said her words to me first. I still don't know what she says, but there's always
such joy! I wonder what she sounds like when she sings?
I talk back to her. Even though we don't speak the same, she understands, I think.
So I told her. How I felt, everything.
She smiled the whole time. She spoke to me, and left.
Was that a good thing?
Early Fall 2007
Cooling days mean I can only make brief trips now. I haven't seen her in a very long
time.
I wonder. Did she really understand what I said?
Did I upset her?
Why is she gone?
Late Fall 2007
I just.. I don't know.
I haven't seen her, I'm worried now. I don't think she-
Wait.
She's... there she is!
Hey! I.. OH.
oh.....
I see.
She has someone.
He's. He's like her. Hair the color of wet trees.
She doesn't understand me at all.
I thought she did.
I was so.. so...
Love?
Maybe.
Love.
Who knows. I couldn't tell you.
She doesn't care.
Why would she?
I'm just a bird, after all.