There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling. – Erich Segal
A love story.
Summer.
Hot. Very hot.
She came towards me with the sun at her back.
She moved closer.
As she ran, I could see her slender body through a thin flowery dress.
And I could see her hair flow, bounce in slow-motion like a menthol cigarette ad.
But I could not see her face.
Closer.
Nearer.
And now I could see her face and she was smiling, beaming with her love for me.
I felt – sincerely – an explosion in my heart and my balls – truly – grew heavy with admiration for her.
I knew she was the one.
And I reached for her and drew her dearer to me.
And she was not there.
She was gone.
A Love Story is an excerpt from WAITING FOR WORD: A Collection of Eleven Incidents In A Day In The Life of a Writer With No Work Ethic. (1995)