by John E  Budzinski




Cold in the Night


 

  

         “2:20AM” Edward thought looking at he clock. “This is ridiculous.” He coughed and sneezed. The amusement park flashed though his mind - for a second.

     "God, where did she come from", he though as he saw Faith standing there with her long blonde hair, green eyes and wistful closed mouth smile. If she wasn't the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, she was a very close second.

     "Um er," he stammered as he spoke to the kids he would be supervising this summer at the food stand in the newest theme park in the county. He tried to gain his composure. Faith chuckled at his apparent ineptness.

     "Who is this?" she thought turning to join another group being talked to. Every so often she looked at him and smiled.

     Edward went through high school and college with out really having a girlfriend or getting into the dating gig very deep. Whatever the reasons the girls just seem to pass him by. Now here he was going into his senior year in Virginia and he knew this girl was somehow going to be different. He kept looking at her, hoping she didn't notice.

     She noticed.

     "Boy, they sure found a strange one here" Faith smiled to herself. "He’s weirdly nice,” she thought, not like the guys she met in the past or that bugged her on campus.

     "God, if you were making me wait for the perfect match," he prayed, "Thank you so very much. I owe you one."

     Faith and Edward never did understand why things -- their friendship -- turned out as they did - Edward off to travel the world on a quest in search of some indefinable substance or goal - Faith happy and content stayed right in the town where she grew up, married with a family. Yet, 25 years latter their relationship was past friends, lovers, (or as Woody Allen put it is his movie, Annie Hall, lervers), and on to the furthest reaches of kindred spirits where a mesmerizing spiritual bond existed - where their minds crossed when their paths did not.

     Edward got up to get a drink of water and pop another cold pill. He passed the piano and played a bar from "Somewhere Out There." The phone rang.

     "Who the hell ..." as he picked up the phone. 

     "Hi", the stuffy, tired voice said. "My cold is keeping me up and I just wanted to talk", Faith said.

 

End

 


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