Long title for a short story about a girl I met.

Long title for a short story about a girl I met on a spring day

Let me tell you a story about a girl that I met one spring day. She had beautiful green eyes that shined like the sunbeams of the spring. Her face was the face of an angel that God made just for the desire of any mortal man and her hair (oh, that hair!) was red like the fire, a fire that burns inside every time that I remember her gorgeous body of mermaid. A goddess that all men would adore unconditionally; however, her mind was not what I would call “normal”, in definition of what I used to think what is normal until that day that I met her.

I was in the subway. As the regular crowd shuffles into the train I tried to move as fast as I could but a slippery spot made me fall. No one helped me -it didn’t matter- and I could stand up by myself as I always have done. The train was very crowded, even breath was hard, however, there was one more space to be filled and with the last push that made me almost fall again, the train departed.

That day I was late for job again and my boss fired me (anyway, I would quit that boring job). That day I was feeling very depressed; that day I placed my wallet in the pocket of my jacket; that day was like the others. Some strange smell could be tasted in the air, like those times when you feel that something is about to happen or when you don’t use enough deodorant to cover your odor. Slowly, I let myself fall asleep, going deep in old memories and broken dreams that will never come back, and my solitude that always reminds me the miserable little man I was.

I always wondered what happened to me. I was too young to feel old and too old to feel myself as a young man with hopes and dreams. I have become very grumpy. Perhaps it is just that my teenage angsts have paid of well and left me behind.

Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation behind me, like when somebody touches your rear and giggles, then, two arms round me, holding my chest and almost dragging me to the ground. I didn’t figure out what was going on until the train arrived to the station. I tried to turn around to see who was there but the train was so crowded that it was hard to move. When I finally manage myself to turn, the arms released me; there was nobody. Was I dreaming or just my body numbed? Whatever it was, I decided to forget what happened –I’ve had a terrible day- and came back to my stuff and returned to my place, but then I saw that it wasn’t my place anymore because a delicate figure was standing right there in front of me with a disturbing cute smile and looking at my surprised face with glowing green eyes: a girl.

“May I help you?” I asked her, but she just giggled and smile again looking at me. “Do you need something?” she didn’t seem to understand a word of what I said. Before I can say anything else, she took something out from her shirt. I thought that it was a piece paper –like those that  religious people give to you when they come to stalk your home at 8 o’clock in the morning… damn it!- but my face changed when I saw my wallet on her hand, and when the doors of the train opened, she ran away.

“My wallet” I screamed “She took my wallet!” and I started to run after her but the place was so crowded that I couldn’t reach her. She ran very fast and I wasn’t in good shape. I lost her trace for almost ten minutes and I asked the people if someone have seen her but nobody has. Then, I figured out that she might have gone outside of the subway; so, I went out of the station to find her standing next to a post whistling and shaking my wallet and her body with mocking moves, it seemed that she was trying to make me mad. When she saw me coming out from the subway, she smiled again and ran to an alley (I was exhausted. I wondered if it really worth, I mean, I just have less than a hundred pesos in that wallet).

We started our race again. I got to the alley but she wasn’t there, I looked around trying to find her but it was an unsuccessful search. I resign myself and when I was about to leave that filthy place, I turned to see the same delicate figure that I had seen before standing in front of me with that cute and disturbing smile. I fell down because of the impression and she giggled again. Quickly, I stood up in front her and before I could say something, she gave me back my wallet. I was very upset (why in the bloody hell she did all that stuff just to get my attention), “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?” I yelled at her, but she did not say anything, just smiled looking at my angry face.

Her quiet smile was starting to annoy me and her glowing eyes were very disturbing, but nothing of that stopped me from keep yelling. Then, without expecting it, she approached to my face frowning, which made me hush for a moment. “What are you…?” I could not finish the question because as soon I started to talk again, she kissed me. That was enough to shut me up.  I didn’t know what I said but she surely liked it.

“Ok… I guess you don’t want my wallet or my money. ” said I with a calmed voice, she just shook her head “You have my attention now. What do you want?” but she didn’t answer; she just stayed there. I thought it was useless to get a single word from her, fortunately, she seemed to understand, and when I mentioned her about the idea to go to my apartment to take a drink, she jumped over me holding my arm and giggling (what a strange girl!).  There was no need to take the subway again (the station in that we stopped was near it). She held my arm all the way, looking around the street, like if she were never been there.

Then, we arrived to my apartment. It was a mess but she didn’t care, actually she seemed to like it. I was thirsty and I supposed that she was it too; so, I gave her a glass of cranberry juice (my favorite) and a towel to wipe the sweat of her forehead. She just took the glass of juice thanking me with a weird expression and without saying any word, but that enthusiasm made her drip some juice on her shirt. I went to my room to bring her one of my shirts but when I came back she had already taken off her shirt. I turned around trying not to see her (obviously, that was not possible. She had some nice… well, you know what). I approached to the sofa to give her the shirt but I noticed that she was not only taken off her shirt. When she saw me, she jumped off the sofa and came where I was, I just point her where the bathroom was trying not to look at her; she took the shirt and went inside it. Believe me when I say that it was really hard to contain myself and not to peek, but all this day weird things have happened, I wonder “How many times you can have a beautiful woman, naked, sitting in your sofa and waiting for you? Or taking a shower in your bathroom that has no lock?

When she came out, I never thought that old shirt will suit her very well; I think that my jaw dropped. She noticed my reaction and jumped to the sofa with me, holding my arm. I was trying to look to the other side of the apartment because she did not put back her pants. The evening went out very fast apart of a dinner and a cup of coffee we did nothing else, during that time she did not say a single word or wear any pants.

We ended the night watching a boring T.V. show that she found it very hilarious (This time that giggle was starting to seem very cute). When she fell asleep, I turned off the television and went to my bedroom. For a while I could not fall asleep, I was thinking about all what happened that day, and when I finally could, a noise suddenly woke me up; somebody entered to my room and got into my bed; was her. She held my arm against her warm body, I tried pretended to be still sleeping but she noticed I wasn’t and she started round me with her legs. I contained myself as much as I could but I finally surrendered to my instincts and her desire (If you are wondering what happened, the answer is yes. We did it all night long, no need to give details)

At the morning, I find myself alone in my bed and a smell in the air could be tasted, you know like when you have sex all the night and you want to eat something fresh. I went from my bedroom to the kitchen, there I found a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and a glass of cranberry juice and under the plate there was note. I looked around searching for her but she wasn’t there, only her clothes. I took the breakfast and waited for her. “Maybe she is in the bathroom” I wondered, but when an hour passed, I realized that she has gone. Then, I felt sad and angry (maybe she just used me to burglar into my apartment and take something, like my clothes), but suddenly, I remembered the note. I opened and read it.

It said:

“Thank you for the hosting, I did not have money for a hotel and you didn’t have enough money in your wallet to pay one.
See you next time."

Mina

Since that day, I always go to the subway to take the old route to my old boring job from what I was fired, using the same clothes and waiting to see her again. By the way, I never heard from her a single word and I still want to hear her voice.