The Concept of Fallen Leaves (Preview)

Experiences come and go, and each experience opens a new bridge. Each and every bridge is at your will. Burn or build, your choice. But at the end of the day, there will always be that single unfinished bridge that you chose it ignore. Leaving it to be co

 

          The day ended out bleak; the sounds of sirens erupted through the dead silence. As the crowd grew larger the eyes of curious spectators fell upon the lifeless body of the nameless young woman. With soft lips gone blue, pale skin, and numerous bullet wounds that decorated her body she caught the attention of those who stood in the cool night air.

          Quietly I walked away with my hands shoved into my coat pockets. I kept my distance from others as I headed into the opposite direction. To avoid any possible eye contact I kept my head down; my eyes always seemed to give me a way. I guess I’m just not good at keeping things in.

            Even with the adrenaline that held me together,  I still couldn't ease the downpour of pessimistic images in my head. Each one manifested itself into a throbbing sensation that left me feeling light-headed and nauseated. I needed an aspirin more than ever, but I didn't have any on me. So for the time being, I had to stop bitching and keep moving forward.

             An hour later I found myself at the old Saints Pier. The street I stood on was glumly lit by the old fashion street lamps, and was sparsely covered by the brightly colored fall leaves. As I moved forward the cool breeze blew past me, it felt like lazy attempt at stopping me. The night was relatively quiet. I felt my heart throb in my chest as a slight painful pinch grew into breathless blow to the chest. My stomach turned and breathing became harder after every breath. My vision turn hazy as dark clouds started to roll in, sparing not one brightly lit star. The night just grew darker; I’ve never felt more alone then that moment. Momentary guilt struck and left like lighting. You might even say I didn’t even realize it, but I did. I won’t deny it. Karma never ceased its constant pestering. One day, I knew what it would come to.                 

    Voices echoed in my head, the feeling of nonexistent walls closing in lingered. If I ever felt any closer to heaven it wasn’t sure as hell this moment. I felt closer to hell, s**t I might as well have died right there. But I guess Death had other plans that night. Between the gut-wrenching guilt and longing for imminent outcome was image that seemed to radiate within my thoughts. The girl in that murder scene. I knew her, or at least I thought I did. Her name was Anna. She worked at a local coffee shop a couple a blocks from where she was killed. It was early December; the snow just began to fall. I left my condo around nine in the morning; I was supposed to meet up with this girl named Jenna. Tim, an old friend, introduced us. She’s was pretty, not stunning, but pretty. Her eyes was her best feature, they were blue. I always liked blue; it reminded me of the ocean or the sky. This always seemed to have a calming effect on me. Can’t explain why; maybe somewhere back in my childhood. I’m not going to dwell on the past, but sometime while I was growing up something may have happened involving the ocean, or maybe it was the sky? Our first conversation was awkward. It went like this,

“Hey, are you Dylan?” I didn’t notice her come behind me

“Yeah, Jenna I presume?”

“Yeah...” I know awkward right?

            The rest of the night pretty much went like that. Conversation full of fillers such as ‘yeah’ and the like, sounds interesting doesn’t it? That one day in December was the third time I met up with her that week. We planned on meeting there at the Century, the old local coffee shop opened by third generation Italian brothers Alberto and Angelo. I was early, that’s when I first met Anna. She was hell of a looker, I swear once look you saw her will literally find yourself staring. Which I must add is a tad awkward.

            Thin lips shaped into smile she asked, “May I help you?”

            “Oh, umm no not at moment, I’m just waiting for someone.”

            “Oh okay,” Her voice was soft, but she still managed to sound confident. “If you need anything just let me know.” I thanked her and she went back helping the other customers. Taking a small table with just two chairs near close to the window, I took a seat. Within a couple minutes Jenna walked through the ivory covered entrance. She spotted me and waved excitedly, I waved back, but not with as much excitement. She took the sit opposite of me and smiled that awkwardly bright smile.

            “Hey Dylan, miss me?” You couldn’t help but smile; she’s such a sweet girl. Despite my lack of attention when we’re together she still managed to find something exciting when we meet.

            “Maybe”

            “Your such a tease.”

            “Can’t help it now can I?”

            She flashed another smile, “You know what I just love about you?”

            “What”

            “How sweet you are.” She leaned over and lightly held my hands hers.

            Anna finally took notice of us and came up to the table, “Hey you two, can I get you guys anything?”

           

 

 

Author's Note

As noted in the title, it is only a preview. I add little more ever other week. I will post the complete final draft once I finish. I'm not sure when that I will happen, but it will happen eventually. Any reviews and thoughts would be helpful and appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Journey]

I enjoyed the preview. I like the way the story began with intrigue and mystery. Then you took us back to the moment he met her. Truthfully, the way he walked away I thought that perhaps he killed her.

Btw I like your pen name!

[Arc Moore]

Charlie, this is excellent.

Your great use of vocabulary shows your mastery of this captivating paragraph. Awesome, and will for sure continue once you are able to post more of the story.

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Arc Moore:::..