Prompt: "You have just finished writing your 300 page autobiography. Please submit page 217." and we embraced, each coming to the sad realization that we may never see each other again. The night was very still, as if the whole world was holding its breath, letting us have our moment go on undisturbed until we were ready to let go, to finally say goodbye. I took in the smell of his cologne, subtly playing in the hot night air, and thought back to the first time we had met… It was late Spring. The blue sky hung overhead like a happy hello, beckoning us to enjoy the sunshine. Our footsteps slapped down on the pavement creating a happy rhythm with no sync or measures. The music landed us in front of a tiny, off-beat, art store. Two women stood behind the counter, chattering happily in an Allegro Spanish frenzy. From ceiling to floor stood proudly the collections of a traveler, each shouting for our attention. My eyes danced around the room, each time catching the blue intensity of his, staring directly back at mine. The atmosphere was too much, the day too perfect, and as we listened to the chords sheepishly coming out of the speakers, his arms wrapped around my small frame and a smile was mirrored on faces of the young couple in the old art store. A small droplet ran down my cheek and the happy memory faded away into the comforting silence that encompassed us. The gesture felt so absolute, he held onto me as if he never wanted to let me go, like the darkness was going to erase me from his grasp. I felt the familiar sting of tears that I didn’t want to let go, the pain in my throat from all the words I wanted to say. As I opened my mouth to let my very heart cascade down in a sorrowful Nocturne, a deeper voice replaced mine. My eyes found that shade of blue I had cherished for all those years and a smile found itself on my lips. Whether I did this for his sake or for my own, I do not know, but the bereaved scene that had been playing on the world’s stage was ending. He embraced me once more, nearly crushing my small frame, and slowly got into his car. I stood in the parking lot of that small neighborhood playground, watching until the red lights slipped out of view. ---------------------------- Alright, so what do yall think?
It's pretty well done... but I would caution that while it shows your skill as a writer it is very abrupt in a sense... I wish it didn't end quite so soon.
Your writing is great. It reminded me of leaving my girlfriend to go to college many years ago. At the time I really didn't know how a long distance relationship would work. Anyway we've been married almost 23 years now. Reading your story brought back a lot of memories though. THANKS!!! Peace and Love!!!
I wanted to continue on with the story and elaborate much more, but alas... I had to comply to a word limit. Thanks for the feedback!
Let me see if I understand this. You had a college admissions exam, and some dipshit exam writer asked you a question like the one given above? If that is the case, I feel sorry for the college, and its exam writer. I believe you gave a creditable response, given the circumstances.
