Coin Tale
A compliment from a stranger is that unverified hello that contains the unknown.
I saw her today.
I’m the stranger and she’s the other stranger with our feet sweeping the same track most mornings.
The track is our unlikely cement match maker.
She first caught my attention by her presence.
Some people can stand in a way that even from the back you know they brim with a modest self assurance, a tidy kind of confidence.
I love it when I see the picture from a back view.
Her hair intrigues and conjures lovely thoughts.
I’d like to hold a few strands of her hair and let the sun bring out the hidden tints but it’s also not a comfortable aspiration.
My hesitation comes with my usual indignant pause that I’m once again proving I’m not like the others that gather each morning as we wait for that over zealous decibel rated school bell to ring.
This morning my words had formed to speak to her about her beautiful red hair but instead I gulped inwards and my resolve fell under my shoes and I scuttled away.
Then there it was, I looked back right into her face and it hit me ….I realized I didn’t want to know her face.
There was no connection to the front of her, I only wanted to speak my words in my head to the back of her.
I want this relationship to be a one sided coin.
I know I will enjoy our next conversation when she walks ahead of me in that steady language of easy east going west step.
Ohh…I hope she steps into the sunlight for me.
© K S Hardy 2011
Comments
Cool. I hope for the sunlight too. ’Twould be one more story I bet.
Many thanks Dick for having some ‘time’ to roll the dice and see what the coin turns up and not worrying about the moss collecting…. ;O)
Now was that a mixture of idiomatic metaphor or what! xx
– Arcadia Tempest
Thank you so very much for this feature in ‘live love dream’
The name of this group has always struck me as such a wonderful affirmation. xx
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sweet. sometimes the thought of something/someone is so much more beautiful than the reality. love your dreamer mind and words xx
Hi ya Nic :O)
Tis lovely to see you bubbling here.
I now see this person more often and I have to try and not act like a stalker !
Her hair is so glorious….haven’t pushed her into the sunlight yet ;O) xx
– Arcadia Tempest
This is a beautiful capture of desire without the often dramatising of need. A most delightfully understated piece of inspiring writing.
Hi Robert
Thank you for such a succinct interpretation of this snapshot of life.
I was so going for the simplicity but with a full undercurrent of being inspired by the main character in the story. :O)
– Arcadia Tempest
I hope this is in feminine intent…. this is lovely Karen Sue… and yah, our minds are powerful creators…and let me say too I love love ‘back’ pics… or images or paintings…. crazy for them really. xoxo
Hi ya gorgeous :O)) xx
Yep the coin is in there.
I was lovely to read that you also have noticed the back view of scenes can offer such an interesting perspective and nudge the imagination just a little bit more…xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
This is so lovely,,,(as I loved ‘the girl with the red hair’) …I have walked the same shoes here looking at the back view and admiring :))) beautiful writing:)))
Hi there
I think I have truly outed myself as a lover of redheads!
Thank you for your most generous comments …xx
– Arcadia Tempest
Fantastic piece, Karen! I love seeing redheads in the sun, especially guys with all their bear hair glowing like rim light….lol!
Oh we are so on the same red page Mel….. and there are such glorious variations as well.
I love them all from the blessed gene red to the bottled colour Red Riot!
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Lovely story. Sometimes you don’t want to see the face or know the ending… xoxo
Hi Sybille
So very true…. just the middle intrigue can be all we need xxxx
– Arcadia Tempest
:)
…… and I thought it’s only me who thinks similar things :) …………………………
Nope
Tis not only you….. my kindred friend xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
It’s beautiful Sue! xo
Hi Ushna
Thanks for stopping by and being with my appreciation of red hair…xx
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