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Underneath The Raincoat
It was a Sunday afternoon, around ten past five.The train was delayed for another twenty minutes and my stomach was still feeling the after effect of last night’s drinking antics.There was a kid who stood by the stairway and started throwing rocks when his mother wasn't looking.I guess he was dying of boredom or his mother never gave him that much attention. Either way I had far too much on my mind to worry about them.
I was late for the most important meeting of my career. Everything I had worked so hard for was slipping away with each second passing by.You would have thought by now I would have been used to this .Nothing ever turns out good for me, in fact just the other day my ex-wife paraded her new boyfriend at our school reunion. She went on and on about how much of a real man he was,how he fulfils her needs and make her feel special. I'm assuming he had a very healthy bank account because she wasn't cheap that's for sure!
Without further ado the train decided to make its grand entrance, slowly pulling into the pit. The driver casually nodded his head towards the warden and gave him the all clear for all pedestrians to get on. I must admit, trying to get on the train was a nightmare; I had never seen so many people quickly turn so vicious towards each other.It was like watching a pack of wolves all rushing to eat its prey and challenging those who get in its way.
Finally, after getting myself through the stampede,I find myself trapped in between a large man reading a newspaper and woman who reeked of cigarettes and dire perfume. Just the smell of her coat was enough to make my eyes weep and nose quiver. I wanted to move but everywhere I turned to led me to another unwanted predicament.
Standing across me was a bunch of guys, laughing their heads off at the most silliest jokes I have ever heard. If only I could shut up them, teach them a thing or two, then that would quiet them down. To be fair, the thought of getting beaten up by this mob was not appealing at all,so reluctantly I turn away and watch these punks continue ruin my journey.
Every minute being on this train was a minute away from loosing this business deal.My chances of getting there looked almost impossible . If only I could fly to this meeting , All I needed was a cape and some aero dynamic boots and off I would have went. In the air gliding through the clouds,side by side with a flock of birds flapping their wings. Unfortunately I was still standing next to this large man and watched as he continued to stuff his face with cream pies and biscuits.
The train reached another destination and I was finding it hard to keep my calm. Why was it taking so long to get there? Was this is a sign from up above that it was not meant to be? I mean surely with all of the delays somebody up there must not want me to go. It was too hard to think with so many people speaking at once. So many questions rummaging through my mind and yet still I had no answer.I bet they were all laughing at me; I could see it in their eyes. One would stare while the other would giggle, a bunch of cowards they were.I just wish I could be left alone right now.
A bottle of whisky, would certainly help my day. I would drink the night away until I dozed off not remembering what took place. Depressing as it sounds; drinking alone often brought a smile to my face. It never complained or judged, just smiled right back at me knowing that its mission was complete.
Still stuck on the train I wonder if there is any point going to this meeting; I'm probably going to get sacked anyway so I might as well just head back home... As I walk towards the door I notice a woman in a crowd. She quietly turns the pages of her newspaper .Her face lit up with every line she read and started to smile.Her hair mirrored the beauty of the sun as it gently moved through the warm breeze.Her eyes were warm and daring, filled with hidden desires waiting to be released. For a second I thought it she was smiling at me, but maybe that was just wishful thinking...
Before I knew it the door had shut and there went my career, vanished into the air without a single trace of it left. Everything I had worked so hard for was gone and yet somehow, the only thing on my mind was her. All I could do was watch her as she glanced around the train analyzing her surroundings before reading the paper again. For some reason I cared for her, I wanted to protect her. Images of her and I floated through my brain taking me to a place I had never been before. I wanted to tell her how I feel, but to tell someone you just met that you think you're in love with them is not the best way to start a conversation.
She walked past and caught me drooling beside the doors like a sad puppy. Trying to hide my embarrassment I smile, and to my surprise she smiled right back. Without a second to waste,I began to follow her through the crowded train, but not in a creepy way! More like two kids playing kiss chase in the school courtyard. She looked back and giggled as we surged into another carriage;it almost felt like we were inseparable at times even though we just met.
When our eyes connected it was as if we had entered a magical realm. Where fantasies were no longer a myth, but as real as the sounds of our hearts beating against our chest. The longer our eyes connected the more difficult it became to live in a world without her. Unfortunately we both knew that this was coming to an end. Before I could even ask of her name she quickly leaned forward, gave me her card and faded away into the busy crowd . I stood helplessly looking at the card,confused and taken back. Puzzled by the mysterious kiss and arrow pointing towards east.I tried to figure out what she meant by this but still, I could not find the answer.
The trains were ready to pull out of it's pits, and as I stood there oblivious to the large crowds I quickly fixed my tie and comb my hair to the side. Ready to face this unusual task ahead of me. I finally found a reason to live, she was the reason for my existence. Even though I wasn't sure where this journey was going to take me. Or the depths of danger I could be leading myself into, the woman of my dreams will no longer be a dream. We will be together once again...