Garbage bagsA Story by AethilShe sits on a pile of garbage bags, saying nothing, just grinning. Whenever he walks through that alley he sees her there.She sits on a pile of garbage
bags, saying nothing, just grinning. Whenever he
walks through that alley he sees her there. She never
says anything; she just sits and grins at him, like she knows what he’s
thinking, and knows what the whole world is thinking, and she doesn’t give a
damn about it. At first
what freaked him out was the grime under her fingernails and the comfortable
way she sat in midst of the garbage, careless of the smell; the way her hair
was always just messed up enough to bother him, he who was such a clean-freak. Now, what
freaks him out the most are her eyes.
They’re bright green; greener than anything he’s ever seen, and in that
dark alley it’s like they’re shining, grinning at him even when he’s not
looking at her. And he doesn’t
know what to do. He just walks past and tries not to look at her. He asks her
who she is, once. She grins
at him, and just blinks. But then, just as he’s getting really scared and
prepares to turn around and get the hell out of there, she tells him her name,
in a creaking voice that reminds him of seagulls, though he doesn’t know why. Her name is
Juliet. And when he
looks back at her, after she’s spoken, her mouth is grinning again, and for a
second he wonders if he’s just imagined it. Sometimes they talk, when the sun is bright on summer days and she’s still sitting there, but he isn’t as scared as he was before. He’s
tempted to ask her to tell her story, and explain why she sits there in silence
day after day. But he never does. He’s
scared, to tell the truth. He’s scared to know what could make a girl like her
be so…inhuman. And when she looks at him, sometimes, just as he’ s dismissing
these thoughts, he thinks he can hear her say “You know. You know what
happened.” She never
says anything unless he asks her. But she sits there, all day, and somehow he
has the impression that she sits there to wait for him to walk past. And he
always does, really, even though there are other roads he could take. He walks
past the garbage bags for her. Sometimes
he imagines that she’s expecting him, and that her eyes light up just a little
bit more when he passes. But he isn’t frightened by it, because she never
moves, and she never says anything. He suspects
she’s scared, or maybe she just cares too much. Maybe she
knows that they’re not the same kind of specimen. Maybe she
realizes that he has a life and that she scares him. Or maybe
she just doesn’t care. He’s tried
to sneak up on her, but she always notices. She turns her head towards him and
it’s a graceful movement. She just stares at him and grins, like she always
does, and he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair, because he
doesn’t know what to say. But
presently he realizes that when they’re together they don’t have to say
anything. And he’s
fine with that. He really
is. A few times
he comes to sit beside her. Not on the garbage bags, of course, because he’s
still a clean-freak, and he can’t stand the smell. But he
still sits on the ground, and joins her in the peaceful bubble she seems to
have created for herself, sitting on her throne of garbage bags. He forgets
about everything, there. He feels at peace, and he feels good, though he can’t
explain exactly why. When it
gets too late, he just gets up and goes, saying a dwindling “bye” as he walks
away. She nods,
he thinks, but he never looks back to see if she does. And it’s
really strange, because he realizes that he cares for her, but he’s still
scared of her and those bright green eyes that grin at him from the shadows,
and that tell him that he Knows. No, he
doesn’t know what she’s talking about. But he
still walks by, and sometimes their eyes meet. And she
just sits there, and she grins, saying nothing. © 2010 AethilAuthor's Note
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Added on December 24, 2010 Last Updated on December 24, 2010 AuthorAethilParaguayAboutI'm a 15 year old writer in a remote area of South America. A NaNoWriMo participant, winner of 08 and 09...loser of 2010, unfortunately, but am finishing that one xD An avid fan of LotR and HP, and al.. more..Writing
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