Drabble #65 A/N: I don’t usually write young Sarah’s but I loved the idea of spending V-day in the 80’s.
Sarah couldn’t help but smirk at all the pink and red clad girls filing out of the classrooms, headed for the doors, clutching carnations over their hearts. Rolling her eyes, Sarah slammed the locker shut and pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder. It was cold and raining as she made her exit. There was no love struck boy waiting to take her to a bad movie. Oh no—life could never be that simple.
Sarah raked her fingers through her wet hair and quickly pulled it back with a scrunchy. The park came into view—grey and forlorn. Taking out her Walkman, she jammed the headphones over her ears and claimed her usual bench which was sheltered from most of the rain by the limbs of an old and friendly tree.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the tree and listened as Heart came roaring out the headphones. Everything was perfect until she felt the weight of his stare.
She pretended not to notice.
The minutes ticked away and Toto replaced Heart on her mixed tape. Was it possible for a stare to grow heavier?
With a sigh, Sarah sat up and pulled her headphones down around her neck, bracing herself before she opened her eyes.
“Your taste in music is questionable,” he sneered. It was amazing how well he fit into the gothic atmosphere of the park, a modern day Heathcliff stranded in the moors of Connecticut.
She smiled. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
His eyes twinkled despite the gloom. “I’ve brought you gift.” “Oh really?” Sarah’s smile vanished as she straightened further, now wary of the king sitting beside her on the old wooden bench. “Are you here to paint me mornings of gold? to spin my Valentine’s evening?”
His grin grew wide and feral. “So glad you remember,” he said with a graceful twirl of his wrist.
Sarah stared at the crystal. “It is truly a gift?”
“Of course,” he held it out to her.
Hesitating only a moment, knowing the risk, Sarah reach for the offering anyway. When her fingers closed gently around it, the orb transformed into a sleek white cassette tape. Astounded she drug her gaze away from it to question the giver, but he was gone—just like that.
With a grin, Sarah plucked up the Walkman and quickly switched out the tape. Who needed heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and cheap flowers anyways?
Drabble #65
A/N: I don’t usually write young Sarah’s but I loved the idea of spending V-day in the 80’s.
Sarah couldn’t help but smirk at all the pink and red clad girls filing out of the classrooms, headed for the doors, clutching carnations over their hearts. Rolling her eyes, Sarah slammed the locker shut and pulled her backpack up onto her shoulder.
It was cold and raining as she made her exit. There was no love struck boy waiting to take her to a bad movie. Oh no—life could never be that simple.
Sarah raked her fingers through her wet hair and quickly pulled it back with a scrunchy. The park came into view—grey and forlorn. Taking out her Walkman, she jammed the headphones over her ears and claimed her usual bench which was sheltered from most of the rain by the limbs of an old and friendly tree.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the tree and listened as Heart came roaring out the headphones. Everything was perfect until she felt the weight of his stare.
She pretended not to notice.
The minutes ticked away and Toto replaced Heart on her mixed tape. Was it possible for a stare to grow heavier?
With a sigh, Sarah sat up and pulled her headphones down around her neck, bracing herself before she opened her eyes.
“Your taste in music is questionable,” he sneered. It was amazing how well he fit into the gothic atmosphere of the park, a modern day Heathcliff stranded in the moors of Connecticut.
She smiled. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
His eyes twinkled despite the gloom. “I’ve brought you gift.”
“Oh really?” Sarah’s smile vanished as she straightened further, now wary of the king sitting beside her on the old wooden bench. “Are you here to paint me mornings of gold? to spin my Valentine’s evening?”
His grin grew wide and feral. “So glad you remember,” he said with a graceful twirl of his wrist.
Sarah stared at the crystal. “It is truly a gift?”
“Of course,” he held it out to her.
Hesitating only a moment, knowing the risk, Sarah reach for the offering anyway. When her fingers closed gently around it, the orb transformed into a sleek white cassette tape. Astounded she drug her gaze away from it to question the giver, but he was gone—just like that.
With a grin, Sarah plucked up the Walkman and quickly switched out the tape. Who needed heart-shaped boxes of chocolate and cheap flowers anyways?