Post Office | Who I am

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She looked both ways, and made sure her parents were sleeping sound in the room next to hers.

She was infatuated with the man she was going to meet. Her parents hair would stand on end if they knew she was meeting a commoner. She was in love, and there was no turning back now.

She had been secretly meeting John for several weeks. Each time they met she would be fascinated with his stories. He had sailed the seas. He was a fisherman. He had traveled to so many countries.

His stories took her on adventures she would never experience in her life time. Her days of growing up were spent in boarding schools. In class all days with girls didn’t give her much excitement but did provide many fantasy dreams.

She had walked to town one fine afternoon to mail a letter for her Mother. Across from the Post Office laughter could be heard. A few guys were smacking each other on the backs and smoking pipes, as if they had just finished dinner.

When she walked by she tucked her head into her umbrella but John had noticed her. He whistled and made a few remarks that turned her ivory cheeks crimson. He followed her into the post office and exiting he took her arm and stopped her.

When she looked up into his eyes she saw the longest black lashes silhouetting big brown eyes. Two dimples formed when he smiled and asked her name. She was mesmerized. She knew that Mother would be tugging at her arm and dragging her a way from this scene, but her feet were frozen and she told him her name was Violet.

“Beautiful name, Violet, and skin like the petals.” Without asking her permission he walked with her until they came to the gates of her home. He made it clear he would like to see her again by caressing her chin.

She told him she could not see him again as her Mother would disapprove, but he took no for an answer.

“Meet me tonight at the gardens. When do your parents retire for the evening?”

“They are usually asleep by 11.”

“Then leave then, Violet, don’t let me down.”

Smiling at him she said,”I will do my best John.”

From then on every night they met at the gardens and the two sat on the bench and talked about everything. She spoke to him about her schools and he told her about his sailing. With each passing night she was putty in his words.

One night as they were parting ways he leaned down and kissed her lightly. She stood on tip toes and kissed him back.

Tonight she was meeting him once again but was thinking about making her dream fantasy become a reality.