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Fiction: B&M
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:16 amMartha was sitting on the bench, waiting for Benjamin to arrive. She was nervously waiting for him, the man she hasn't seen for a week. The man who has just confessed his love to her, the man who just revealed another facet of himself to her. They were supposed to meet up in the park in their university. They have this particular spot where they ended up hanging out regularly.
Martha was getting really nervous. She was looking at her watch over and over again. Did she get there too late? Was Benjamin's watch synchronized with hers? Did they actually agree on what time to meet? There were at least five different suggested times to meet-up. If ever she got it wrong, she'd just have to wait.
Rummaging through her bag, she took out a pocket-sized notebook and a pencil. She wrote down the items she needs to buy if she'd be baking his favorite apple pie. And she added to the list the things her sister seems to have been looking for like this brand of toothpaste and a huge tub of hair product. Oh and she might as well buy laundry detergents and stuff.
She looked at her watch again after making the list. No sign of Benjamin. Martha was getting impatient and at the same time even more nervous about getting the details wrong. Should she send him a text message? Should she call his cell? No, she can't. She musn't. Or should she?
Martha fidgets as she sits on the bench. People are passing her by. They don't pay attention to her. After all, everyone's got their own business. Why should they stop and stare at her? It's just that she can't help but look at everyone else, that's why she's getting conscious.
Moments later, she realizes it's not supposed to be this way. She needs to go away. Why is she the nervous one? Why should it matter what she thinks? Why would he have to lay his heart in front of her when it is not proper?
And so Martha brings out her mobile phone from her bag and sends him one short message. "See you after graduation. Maybe."
Martha was getting really nervous. She was looking at her watch over and over again. Did she get there too late? Was Benjamin's watch synchronized with hers? Did they actually agree on what time to meet? There were at least five different suggested times to meet-up. If ever she got it wrong, she'd just have to wait.
Rummaging through her bag, she took out a pocket-sized notebook and a pencil. She wrote down the items she needs to buy if she'd be baking his favorite apple pie. And she added to the list the things her sister seems to have been looking for like this brand of toothpaste and a huge tub of hair product. Oh and she might as well buy laundry detergents and stuff.
She looked at her watch again after making the list. No sign of Benjamin. Martha was getting impatient and at the same time even more nervous about getting the details wrong. Should she send him a text message? Should she call his cell? No, she can't. She musn't. Or should she?
Martha fidgets as she sits on the bench. People are passing her by. They don't pay attention to her. After all, everyone's got their own business. Why should they stop and stare at her? It's just that she can't help but look at everyone else, that's why she's getting conscious.
Moments later, she realizes it's not supposed to be this way. She needs to go away. Why is she the nervous one? Why should it matter what she thinks? Why would he have to lay his heart in front of her when it is not proper?
And so Martha brings out her mobile phone from her bag and sends him one short message. "See you after graduation. Maybe."
