Seven Days - Saturday

SATURDAY

Why do I come here everyday? Alice thought to herself, I’m never gunna post this damn thing! I just don’t have the guts. If I was going to I would have done it by now, she shuffled in hear seat a little, looking around for Chris. Maybe he won’t come today. Maybe after yesterday he doesn’t see the point. God I was rude. I should have said something to him, told him it was alright, that it wasn’t his fault, that…

“Hi” Chris had appeared out of nowhere it seemed, as Alice had been so submerged in her own thoughts that despite the fact that she was on the lookout for Chris, she didn’t see him coming.
“Hi” she replied quickly, looking up at him with a surprised expression on her face.
“Mind if I sit down?” Chris asked, lamely pointing at the bench.
“No” came the reply as Alice turned her head away.
“Cool” his tone was calm yet somewhat nervous, a lot like it had been when the two of them had first met. Only this time the nerves showed. But regardless of this, once again he sat down next to Alice, and after a few seconds turned to her, “I’m sorry about the other day. I was being nosy. I shouldn’t have asked”
Smiling slightly and looking at Chris again now, Alice replied, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it”
A weight lifted from Chris’s shoulders, “So we’re good?” he asked smiling.
Returning the grin, Alice confirmed “Yeah, we’re good”
“Cool” Chris said before reaching into his jean pocket and pulling out a small piece of paper that looked like it had been torn from a notepad. Scrawled along it on one side in black ink was an eleven-digit number, which Alice saw when he handed it to her. She knew what it was before he even said anything.
“Here’s my number” he said sounding somewhat hopeful, "Call me sometime, maybe?”
Alice remained silent as Chris stood up – he’d only been sitting down no more than 30 seconds, Why is he leaving she thought, and why this? she looked down at the piece of paper.
“Bye Alice” Chris smiled, turned away and then began to walk back the way he came.
Still Alice said nothing.

She watched him leave until he was completely out of sight, then turned to look at the post box in front of her, calling her as it had been for the last five days.

She waited a bit before standing. She then took a deep breath before walking over to the post box. Standing in front of it now, she took another last deep breath before finally posting the envelope.
The deed is done she thought to herself, half smiling, A little red envelope in a little red box.
She turned and walked away.

Seven Days - Saturday

Matt Roberts

Bangor, United Kingdom

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Please read Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday first.

This is adapted from a script I have recently written, and in fact am still working on, for a short film I plan to make very soon for my university course. The film documents a week in the life of two twenty-something’s who over the course of seven days form the beginnings of what might grow to be a good friendship, and perhaps something more.

One more to come…

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