The following story is not going to be like Hills like White Elephants. Nothing insightful, nothing profound, it’s just a small, maybe bitter, love story. Why shouldn’t it Uncountable people fell in love everyday and that doesn’t make this one any more special. It was a hot summer day when he called her. As it had always been, all the skies were sunshine. “I need someone to talk to.” he said. Before answering, she paused and took a look at her rocky road and the dazzling sun outside. “So…will you come” he asked with an up-lifting tone. She said: “Yes. Of course I’ll be there.” After a while, she showed up at his place with a flushed face and sweaty forehead. “Sorry, it’s so hot today and I…” he bowed his head. “Don’t be stupid. So, what’s up” she walked near him and rubbed his hair. He took her hand that’s still on his head and held it with both hands, so firm that it hurt. “Hey…” she said in a mellow tone. “I guess I…” he lifted up his head and looked at her, “fell for…him.” His dark wet eyes, the strength and temperature on her hand, his last word with quiver…she felt her heart was squeezed by someone like a lemon, sore, bitter, and dry. She sat down with him on the floor, and the fan was waving uselessly. It’s still hot. Summer winds felt like fire. Sweat kept coming out of every part of the body and she reckoned it as a good thing. Since they had to come out from somewhere, better not from the eyes. The apartment seemed a lot more empty since his families were all away on vacation. Is it because of living alone that makes him so vulnerable She thought. “You know I can’t just go to him and sa…” “I know.” “And you know that I can’t expect him to…” “I know.” She said soundlessly: “I know your feelings, I know it all…for all these time…” They didn’t speak for a while again. Then she broke the silence: “Maybe you should tell him.” He looked surprised but she kept going: “Either way the hope seems dim. Why not die trying” She gazed into his eyes and said: “Be brave, for this once, who knows what will happen You can’t lose more than now.” “And if you fail,you can call me, and I’ll bring you cans of Rocky Road. That’s the cure, I promise.” “Rocky Road” finally he smiled a bit. “It’s a metaphor that you can eat.” She replied with a bigger smile. On the way back home, she stopped at the ice-cream shop to get more Rocky Road. If miracle should not happen, he would need these. If somehow miracle should happen… “Then I would need these.”
2010年上半学期的写作作业,模仿Hemingway的Hills like White Elephants,写某人的love story
也是拖到最后一刻,思路就抛开了康庄大道奔向密林中的羊肠小道,写出这么个东西
纯属虚构,脑补产物,如有雷同,何其酸涩。