I caught up to her yesterday. Only for a moment. She was taking a break by the small pond on the other side of town — right where the grass grows long and the trees begin to climb.
She was naked and she was beautiful — green eyes — blue when the setting sun hit them at the right angle.
I had never been this close to her before. Yet, an arms reach felt so far away. Crouching like a lurking lion I readied my legs to pounce — and as I did a fallen branch beneath my left foot snapped — letting loose a whiplash through the silent landscape.
She turned. We held stares for a moment’s time. Then, she was gone.
I was chasing prolific yeterday.
I was an arms reach away.
I never caught her though.
She’s to smart and to wise and to quick and to aware.
Or, perhaps, the day after that.
By Cole Schafer.