The wind blows through the trees, scattering it’s leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park.
Clive Foster tightens the grip on his jacket as the wind cuts through his clothing and forces a cold shiver through his body that sends his teeth into a violent clatter. With his free hand he grabs a handful of seed from the paper bag and throws it to the pigeons, who greedily gobble up as much as they can, keeping their distance, but not. He looks up, knowing before he sees her that she is close, her red jacket almost glows against the dullness of the day, and he lets himself smile. She smiles back and he stands to meet her, embracing each other in an intimate hug, speaking more about their feelings towards each other than words ever could.
“I didn’t think you’d come?” He says softly as they sit.
“I almost didn’t.”
“I’m glad you did, your looking good, young.”
“That’s because I am, you look like I expected you to.”
“What, old and haggard?”
“Something like that, so why contact me now after all these years, I didn’t think you wanted anything to do with me after Simon?”
“The past is what it is, I’m dying, cancer, it’s through my bones and working its way up to my brain, the doctors say I only have a few weeks at the most,” He says quickly, locking eye contact with her for a moment, then looking back towards the pigeons.
“It happens, it’s part of being mortal, something that can’t be escaped, but you could’ve told me this over the phone, why meet?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m scared, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to end up nothing.”
“It’s a bit late for that,” she says as she leans back on the bench. “So, is this really how it’s going to happen, is this you begging?”
“What?” He replies as he looks at her again, he feels parts of him twinge with life as he does, this woman, the only true love of his life, one he let go so long ago has not been touched by time like him, her beauty as it was when he first set eyes on her.
“Don’t play this game Clive, you know all you have to do is ask.”
“Ask for it, I told you years ago that’s all you needed to do, and I’m telling you now,” she says as she leans over and cuddles up to him. “Ask my love, ask and it will be.”
“Don’t be, I’ll be with you the whole way, and then, you will have peace, just ask,” she says as she holds him tighter.
He kisses her on the top of her head and they turn and face each other.
“Forever,” she replies.
“Then do it, please,” he says, her eyes glimmer in the gloomy light and she bites down, into his throat, and he smiles as she remakes him.
Someone asked me as a joke to write a story about an old man sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons. This made me decided that every Wednesday is a YouChallenge story, meaning I’ll write something based on a short idea from someone, anyone, no limit, no shyness, whatever is asked will be written. So here’s the first YouChallenge, enjoy.