Post by hari on Jan 16, 2012 20:48:55 GMT -5
'So I sit here. Wondering if with the flick of my eyelashes and the curve of my smile. That it may catch some attention. Then with all this space between us, he doesn't even see me. I haven't the nerve. So I remain here daydreaming of his face. Taking my hand, as he takes hers instead.'
As Harriet's back sat against the tree, as she looked upon the village view before her. It was some distance as the country view was behind her. It was a relaxing spot. As her legs laid out straight before her just crossed as she scribbled in her diary. Her eyes catching the village boy a good distance from where she sat. Felt the little tingles of a crush, but she never had the courage to do anything about it. Feeling her cheeks blush and her lips smile. Then his girlfriend took his hand, she swallowed a little, before he disappeared from view. This was an off day. On her brother's request. After her ordeal. Her hand gently rubbed where she had cracked her ribs. They barely hurt, just a heavy feeling now and some bruises upon her body still to evaporate. Other than that she was healing pretty good. Though she enjoyed the excuse to relax, she felt guilty for it. She needed to go back to work and do all she could. Her mother was doing better after that fright, but she was still ill. Harriet wasn't sure if her mother would ever truly get better, but it didn't stop Harriet from hoping.
The sun was out for now. The village had been praying for rain. There were clouds forming above, but they were almost teasing. She had almost forgot the feeling of rain upon her cheeks. As she continued to scribble in her diary. Felt the breeze pick up as if the wind had just changed direction. It tousled her loose golden brown locks. Streaks of light upon her green eyes. Felt a couple of leaves float down from the heavens. Harriet smiled as she picked up the leaf that fell in her diary. Before letting fall to the ground. Where her bag laid beside her. With a couple of baked treats she had picked up passing the bake shop. Even unable to work, Harriet couldn't completely stay away. Then her head leaned back against the tree as her hands rested upon her diary upon her lap. She wore a white dress it hung just passed her knees with pale stripes of colour near the hem, showing her lengthy legs. Simple sandals. She wasn't in the slightly fancier clothes as she would wear to Camelot, here she didn't need it. She wore a simple hand made shrug over her bare shoulders. Bore a couple bangles her father had treated her to, they gave a pop of colour. It was nice to just sit here, but weird at the same time. As if watching life rush by and Harriet left on the outside.
MUSIC:Belinda Carlisle - Summer Rain
