It was a small one stop gas station, one of those ones that you spend two minutes in then never return to. The warm sidewalk had been making my shoes a little too warm for comfort, and I was thirsty.
About two dollars in change, mostly quaters, teased my finger tips in my front pockets. My legs ached a little more than a little from my fifteen minutes of aimless rambling. My friend had left me in this distant city to occupy myself while he took care of his "business" that he knew I didn't agree with. So, the gas station seemed to be my only redemption.
The glass doors glided smoothly open, with a quiet "swoosh" from the rubber strips coming apart, to reveal a beautiful girl behind the counter who seemed to be about my age. She secretly watched me walk to the cooler and select a cold bottle, a raspberry iced tea. I turned to approach the check out while my fingers worked the quarters into my palm, I looked up and our eyes met.
Her beautiful soft blue eyes, the color of faded blue jeans, held more than I had been ready for. In them I saw the burdens left behind by her many thankless lovers and the millions of disappointments they had brought to her. Her faded eyes also hid the secret of so much knowledge, beauty, and wisdom just below the void of her pupils.
All this passed my mind in less than a second. I couldn't help but wonder what she had seen in my tired eyes. My raspberry iced tea was bought in silence. Our eyes were still locked together and our thoughts were one.
Her delicate hand slowly placed my change into my waiting palm and we both felt the spark when we touched.
"It really brings me down," I thought as the doors swooshed closed behind me, "that I'll never see this city, or her ever again because it's time to go back home now."
12:23am / 6-22-99
*note: this was my first attempt at "prose" and any suggestions and/or comments on anything are more than welcome. And there is a second part to this...
Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le couer oublie.