Dawn's Story Part 2 of 5

Ray-d

Pittsburgh, United States

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Pencil, Pen, Ink, Watercolour on Arches Cold-pressed 300g/m Watercolour-Block.

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Dawn’s story Part 2 of 5

I used the pretence of wishing her a Happy Easter and asked how she was.
She had not been out for weeks, she said.
She had drawn the drapes and lived in darkness.
But she was feeling better now, if a little exhausted!

I was troubled.
I feared my intentions in calling were not entirely honorable.
I was even a little annoyed she had not called me, after all I thought I was her closest friend!
But the heart wanted so much to fly to her side and sooth her grief and replace her emptiness with a smile.
I longed to tell her everything will be all right. Hold her tight and just, well, just hold her.

There was a brief moment of silence… the first time ever between us.
I mumbled some platitudes that even sounded fake to my ears.
The voice was scratchy but I detected a minute lift in spirits.
I felt uncomfortable, as if I was intruding.
“Look Sweetie, I feel I’m intruding”!
“I will leave you to your thoughts.”
“Give me a call when you feel you should!”
“No” she said, “Don’t go”, “Can we meet?”, “Please?”

Even after all these years, I knew that walk immediately.
Even though her hair was now black, and even with her body so thin;
Even with Sun-glasses covered most of her face;
Even while her tired and worn body looked depleted;
I know I would have felt her presence blindfolded in a crowded room!

Ever elegant, her grey ankle-long coat was buttoned close and tight.
Her hands were wrapped in red leather and a red leather satchel hung off her shoulder.

The satin lining flamed red each time it flared and broke against the intrusion of each of her legs striding closer.
She was skinner than I have ever seen her, her face puffy and drawn.
The Jeans, always skin-tight, were loose and crumpled.
The sun-glasses could not hide the blotchy face or the mascara stains.

My heart started missing beats!
I do not know why that happens every time I am in her presence!

(To be continued)

*Characters in this story are purely fictional.

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