I used to write fiction, mostly Harry Potter Fan Fiction, as a teen. The (very) short story reproduced below was written by me, circa 2005, when I was 16. This is one of only two works written by me that I still have a copy of. The original One Dark Night had quite a few spelling and grammatical errors. I’ve corrected the spelling mistakes, but I’ve retained the original grammar. Poor grammar, yes, but it’s my younger self’s poor grammar! ;)
One Dark Night
It was dark. It was still raining, like it had been for the last five hours. A young lady stood on the pavement, like she had been all evening, with a guitar under her coat, and with occasional attempts to protect her face from the hard rain. The broken glass and the dim light from the streetlight a few metres away only made it hard for her to tell the time. From the faint glow of the radium dial, she could make it was well past two.
Two in the morning.
The thought that her beliefs were to be proved wrong hurt her more than the cold and the rain. There was one other time he had come late. It wasn’t this late. He had come around ten, and as usual, smiled at her and walked off. She remembered her smiling for a long time after that.
It all started a couple of months back.
She saw him in that small crowd. She was at the centre, as usual, playing her guitar, and singing, and hoping that people in this city would be more generous than the people in the other. And her hope was right. She noticed a man, on the first day, on the second, on the third, on the fourth…
He used to be there, at the exact time she started playing, and would listen to her till she stopped. Then he would smile and walk away. She liked this man more than those who gave her money. Because he smiled, and made her smile for the first time. For the first time in years. It was him she had been waiting for today. Day turned into night as she waited. And yet he had not come. Yet.
She could hear footsteps in the distance. Someone was walking towards her. It was him. She wanted to jump up and down. It remained a want, as she was too weak. He was getting closer. And closer.
And closer he got. They looked at each other. For a long time. Very long time. Then he stretched out his hand. She placed her palm on top of his. He held it. Then they walked off. Walked off in the direction he came from. Without looking back.
The street lights went off. And everything was dark. Once more.
Tell me what you thought of it. Be lavish in your praise and miserly in your criticism! :P Nah.. Do the opposite :)
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows ~ Anonymous
EDIT 06 March 2012: Trivia: An alternate title I remember considering was One Dark Knight. Since that seemingly implied that he may be evil – and because I did not want his motives to be questionable – I chose One Dark Night :)
If you are blessed with the gift of art, I’d much appreciate if you could do a simple sketch of any of the scenes. I will repay your kindness in cookies and chocolates! ;) :)
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