Nora???

locked out of the house and have to pee
2003-05-13 19:05:40 (UTC)

..I dont know where this came from...

Something about the way her hair fell easily over slanted
glasses reminded me how I always forgot Tuesdays weren't as
mundane as I woke up expecting them to be. I'd watch her
from the corner of my eye uncovering her story as she'd become
raveled in another old tattered book. Walking through the
rusted wooden door of that old library she sent a wave of
something rasberry flavored that must have come from her hair in my
direction. Mixing in with the expected mossy paged shelves
that surrounded me every other day of the week. Always
turning purposefully past the counter behind which I stood,
smiling slightly in my direction should she catch my
glances, and sitting in the same worn seat behind a large
table by a window facing the street. Not once did
I catch her looking up, stopping to sigh, or lifting her
eyes from the page. At times I would catch myself dropping
things, or making noises...speaking particularly loud to
other visitors simply to break that unmistakable spell on
her face. Never disappointing me with her predictability
her expressions solemn mostly but on occasion I could hear
a small laugh or sigh from her pursed thin lips. Tuesday's always
seemed surprisingly more worthy of my time with her perched sweetly
in the corner. I spent 3 years working there until finally
graduating and moving away. Every Tuesday she would come. I never
learned her name because we never spoke, not once. I suppose it was
because I couldn’t bare to disturb her thoughts that had always
seemed to purposeful. After some time had I passed I named her Noel.
Speaking hypothetical conversations with her in my head. She would
laugh softly and those dark eyes would speak out from under her
glasses. Yes, I knew Noel quite well in my mind.




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