Monday, 23 June 2008

Zoe: Blue Denim Shoes

She is so tired, she cannot stand. She sits on the swing, moving back and forth slightly. The metal chains clink as they move against the steel frame. Her head rests on her hands, eyes closed, listening to the evening. She hears feet moving across the bark chips towards her, but does not look up. Although initially she doesn’t know who the figure standing above her is, as soon as she hears the smooth, deep voice, she smiles tiredly and manages to look up briefly, before dropping her head once again.

‘Zoe?’ he asks, running his hand over the top of her head. She moans a reply, unable to find the strength to speak properly. ‘You shouldn’t be out here.’ He says as his hand cups her face, lifting it so he can see her eyes. She keeps her eyes closed, the streetlight behind his head uncomfortably bright in the inky blackness that is night. His hands reach around her shoulder and knees and with a slight jerking movement, lifts her off the park swing and into his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, her breath warm on his ear in the cold night, “Take me home, Ben, take me home”

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