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The feelings of an aspiring writer as she struggles to put her idea on paper.

For Patricia.
Thursday, December 1, 2011

Frank Is In Love.

Wandering around aimlessly he had forgotten what Maggie had asked him to get.  Pushing the trolley blindly he turned sharply at the end of the aisle and knocked this vision in white off her feet and down onto her behind, her shopping basket and its contents

rolling and splitting open all over the floor.

“I am so terribly sorry” he gasped as he placed his arms around her slender body and physically raised her to her feet.  She glanced into his eyes and smiled the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

“No harm done” she replied bending gracefully to retrieve her runaway shopping.

“I’ll pay for...” as he leaned down to pick up a loaf of bread from the floor their bodies touched  and his nostrils filled with her aroma.  His heart skipped a beat as his breath caught in his throat like a solid ball of fluff.

“Don’t worry” she laughed “no serious damage.  Thank you”.  She picked up the remainder of the packages and placed them in her basket and with a last smile she turned and walked away.

Frank stood glued to the spot.  His heart racing so fast he couldn’t catch his breath as he watched her glide down the aisle and away from him.

The days passed so slowly that he didn’t think he would live until Friday  when he hoped she would return to the supermarket.

He woke up in the mornings with her face on his eyelids before he had even opened them.  Looking at his face in the shaving mirror he saw her eyes: large, blue and sparkling like blue/white diamonds, as he opened the fridge he saw her walking down the aisle and at night when he lay in his bed he could smell her aroma.  The entire week was a nightmare, his arms longed to hold her and he imaged them around her waist as they had been when he lifted her gently from the ground.

The truck was hot and he dare not turn the engine on as he sat in the rapidly fading daylight.  The minutes ticked like hours as his heart jumped whenever a car pulled into the carpark.   He didn’t even know what car she had.  Perhaps she didn’t shop on a Friday after all – oh God, he just wanted to see her.  His eyes filled with tears as he turned the key and started the engine, a furious blast of air-conditioning blowing the tears from his cheeks towards his ears.  Wiping his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt he suddenly saw her walking towards the sliding doors of the supermarket.  Then it happened: the pain..... just off centre in his chest.  When it passed he ran across the carpark and through the sliding doors forgetting to get a trolley.  Fumbling for small change he ran back out and placed the coin into the shopping trolley, pulled it viciously out of the long line and aimed it at the sliding doors.  He glanced wildly around the supermarket – nothing! 

Walking madly up and down the aisles he suddenly stopped.  What was he doing? Seven days ago he had bumped into a beautiful woman and for the entire week she had dominated his every waking thought.  What kind of an idiot was he?  Nearly 60 he hadn’t felt the way he did at this very minute since he was a young man courting his wife. 

“Hello, not in such a hurry today I see”.  He didn’t have to turn around, he already knew her face intimately, in just a few seconds that fateful Friday afternoon her features had become indelibly printed into his mind.

“Yes, no, I mean...” tongue tied and shaking like a leaf he tried to keep his voice level

“Do you normally shop on a Friday?”.

“Yes, do you?”

“Mmm mostly”.

And that’s how it started.  Every week they would meet in the carpark, do their shopping together, share shy smiles, tell each other jokes and laugh.  Oh the joy of laughter, it had been so long since he had laughed with such joy and abandon.  Frank was falling in love.  On a few occasions their hands had touched sending electric shocks through his entire body. The weeks became unbearably long until he would see her again.  He knew she felt the same way – her eyes said it all.

Their shopping trips became longer and longer, they started going to the coffee bar across from the supermarket and then one day as he walked her to her car he took her in his arms and she melted into his kiss.

I can’t go on any longer.  I can’t live without her.  My life is an empty shell when she isn’t with me.  She makes me laugh.  She makes me feel like a man again. Oh Lord, please help me!  Just make it possible for us to be together.

Frank was a desperate man.   For many years he had just functioned.  He had a beautiful home, his beautiful bike, his cool truck and everything a man could want but, he was miserably unhappy. 

He wanted to leave it all.  The house, the bike, he’d have to take the truck,  after all, where would he put his things?  Yes, where would he put his things?

Frank was in love, but Frank had not lost his mind.  He had worked hard for what he had.  He deserved what he had.

A month later Frank sat with his wife and explained that he wanted to end their marriage.  He had sorted all his finances and decided that they would put the house on the market and split the proceeds.  There were no children but he would provide a small pension so she wouldn’t have to struggle, after all they had been married for thirty years.

Maggie smiled – the first real, warm,  smile he had seen in years.  “I think that’s a very good idea, neither of us are happy and perhaps we can remain friends”.

And they have!  Five years later he visits for dinner once a month and they laugh over the silliest things.  Frank lives with his girlfriend Joanna in another state, the beautiful lady in white couldn’t bring herself to leave her beautiful home and wealthy husband.

And they all lived happily ever after, especially Frank who didn’t give up his entire life for a few precious moments.

 



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