Wait for Me

A young boy sat on a bench waiting. No one knew how long he had been sitting there or what he was waiting for. He just sat there as the sun came and went. Day after day he sat in the park as people around him went about their lives. Children ran around the fountains laughing, while others walked hand in hand never noticing the boy waiting on the bench. When it rained the boy pulled out an umbrella and sat saying nothing to anyone. When it snowed he put on a thick wool coat and sat looking out into the park as time went by.

One sunny summer day a little girl with dark brown hair and a bright red dress stood in front of the boy. The boy looked at her and she looked back at him. She smiled and the boy smiled back and just as he was about to speak she turned and ran off. He had feeling like he should have done more but paid it no mind and forgot about the girl as time went by.

A few years later, on a rainy spring day, a girl with dark brown hair and a bright red shirt walked up to the now young man and sat on the bench next to him. Without looking the young man held his umbrella over the girl's head and they both sat for a bit looking out at the deserted park. Soon the girl's parents walked over, took her hand and the young man resumed his waiting.

Soon the boy was a man and as he sat on the bench, with his wool coat and snow piled up all around him, a woman with dark brown hair and a bright red coat walked toward him. She was with someone this time. A man with a sharp black overcoat held her hand as they both stood in front of the man on the bench. He looked up as they looked down and the three pondered each other for a while. Tears began to well up in the man's eyes and as the two turned to leave the tears in the man's eyes burst down his face and as they walked away he cried.

Years later the man was now an old man sitting on a bench alone. No one talked to him or really noticed him there. Sometimes the children would see him there and make fun of how old and weird he was but that was the most attention he received. Still, he just sat waiting.

The day before his death the man sat not knowing it would be his last day of watching the world pass him by. Later, in the evening an old woman with dark brown hair and a bright red dress walked slowly toward him. She sat down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. The man caressed her hair and as she took her last breaths he held her. She had came back, once more, to die by his side and he sat with her until the sun came up wondering about the life she had lived and one he had not.

As the sun rose the man closed his eyes and slept for the first time. When he opened his eyes again he was looking up at the face of a little girl with dark brown hair and a bright red dress looking back at him smiling. He smiled back and as she turned to leave he stood up, held his hand out, and said, "Wait for me."

The girl stopped, turned around and said, "Come on already," and the two ran off into the sun filled park together.

30 Days of Fiction: 1

Jack sat facing Jill who was determined to convince Jack that he was wrong about the message of the play they had just watched. Jack was just wrong to think that the play should have ended differently. It had ended perfectly and tragically and Jill would not allow Jack his feeble understanding of the message. Jack was insisting that the end was needlessly shocking and left the viewer with a sense of pointless despair but obviously he just didn't get it.

"I'm just saying that I like stories with a little hope. I don't like when writers add some shock at the end of the story to end everything and prove that they are in control and teach the audience they can't predict things. It's like a 'look what I can do' to the audience. It seems like a cop out." Jack tried to explain.

"That's not it at all. You just don't get it." Jill continued as they drank their coffee, adding fiery energy to the conversation. "Real life is unpredictable and tragic and the author is trying to tell us that. Telling us to live without regret. I think it's beautiful and wonderful."

"I thought it was great until the end. The acting was good and they did a lot with that small stage. It had a fun, happy tone the whole time until the end when they just throw sadness into your face and say 'ha, ha, fuck you' for thinking this would end like most stories'."Jack said with a scowl of disgust at the emotional manipulation the playwright was attempting. "And," He tried but was interrupted by Jill.

"Your crazy, it wasn't about 'fuck you audience'", She said mockingly. "It was about love. Your just wrong. I don't understand where your getting this from." Jill was irritated to the point of anger.

"Whatever." Jack said tired of arguing. "Let's talk about something else."

"Fine. But you just don't understand that sometimes life is like that," Jill said, not talking about something else.

"I understand what life is like and how life is tragic but I don't want to watch a show that for 90% of it takes me on a path of normal happy and hope and then drops a random death and divorce bomb on me and then expects me to leave happy. I like stories with hope!" Jack was exasperated. What was the point of paying to watch something that tricks you into being sad at the last minute?

Jill responded angrily, "Your fucking stupid! No one is tricking you! Your just not open.."

Jack interrupted, "Why are you so passionate about forcing me to think like you do? Can't you just get that we have different takes on the play and that is fine? Jesus Christ."

"Whatever. Your wrong." Jill said slightly deflated at Jack's comment but still resolute. She looked down and they both sat in silence for a moment not looking at each other.

After a few tense but necessary moments they looked at each other and eventually produced labored smiles. Jack reached his hand out to Jill on the table and she took it quickly.

"Let's go home." He said.

When they got to their little apartment they immediately parted ways dispensing with belongings and ignoring each other. The ride home had been silent as neither one wanted to start another conflict and now that they were home they both hoped to find something to distract from the previous events. Jack was the first one to turn the TV on and Jill began to make soup for one.

"Are you hungry?" She asked expecting to make another bowl of soup.

"No. I'm fine. Thanks." Jack said with the excitement of a sloth.

Jill came an sat next to Jack and they watched comedies for about an hour with little to no laughter between them. Then someone spoke.

"Hey," Jill said looking at Jack. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asked not looking over.

"You know what I'm talking about." Jill responded matter-of-factly.

"I don't know," Jack confessed in a sorrowful tone.

"Your not happy," Jill said finally broaching the subject she had dreaded for a while now.

"I don't know. I'm depressed and don't know what to do and I can't talk to my mom and I don't know why," Jack slumped over burying his face in the sofa armrest pillow. He began to cry.

"You need to do something." Jill tried to console him. "You should talk to your mom or something, or get a new job. You're not happy with your job either. You're stressed out and not doing anything."

Jack whimpered,"I know." Then he lifted his head slowly, turned to Jill and fell into her lap. She held him and rubbed his back as he laid there thinking about how useless and confused he was.


The next day he felt better and so did Jill. They slept in and had a nice lunch together and watched TV. This time laughing and making jokes and smiling. That night Jack made his plans and resolved to change things. He started researching exercise programs, diet books, books on self esteem and psychology. He would read more and stop eating such shitty food and start living as if he mattered.

"I'm going to start reading more and I'm going to stop eating fast food and work out all the time." Jack said to Jill with wide eyes full of excitement.

"Your going to read? OK, Sure." She said with incredulity. "Gluten, dairy. Those are the problem. You should start eating gluten and dairy free."

"What?" Jack said dismayed. "OK" he said undeterred and went back to the laptop making his plans. He would buy a kettle bell and go on walks. Maybe get a bike.

Later that month Jack and Jill broke up. They talked about having different expectations and desires. Jack felt like he had used Jill for companionship and sex and Jill felt that too. She had used him too and they both agreed to move on to something new. They cried and hugged and it was the end of their time together.