1: Train Tracks
I was walking home from town, as I do ever Wednesday morning, when I saw a young man sitting at the edge of the cobbled stone path that lies next to the rusting train tracks.
"Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" he said, still facing the tracks.
"Yes, I do believe it is. I don't recognize you from town... Who are you?" I asked him wearily.
"My name is Jeff. And I've been here for a few years this fall," he said, turning to me finally. He almost took my breath away.
Jeff had thin, wavy black hair to his ear-lobes, and bright, bright blue eyes. He had long, thick, black lashes and ivory pale skin. He was absolutely beautiful.
"Hello, Jeff; I'm------"
"I know who you are, Catherine," he said with a sly smile.
"Please, don't call me that. Anything but that," I pleaded, trying not to cry in front of this handsome stranger.
The name my mother had given to me was not a name I wished to hear, for it was a copy of hers. These days, I prefer to go by my father's nick name for me.
"If not by your name, then what shall I call you?" Jeff asked, breaking my unpleasant reverie.
"Cath is what people usually call me. But, you may call me by what my family and close friends call me."
"And what is that?"
"I changed my mind. I hardly know you, so why should I let you in on a secret." I said wryly.
"You're smart, Cath," he laughed. Oh, his voice was like musical bells, ringing through the air in pleasant sound waves.
"So I've been told," I commented dryly, trying to look anywhere but at him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, changing the subject.
"What else could I be doing? Breathing and staring," he answered with that crooked smile that could tear half the town's women into a frenzy. To me, the reply was vague and cryptic, not something I'm usually fond of. But... I liked it on him.
"Oh, I'm sure... Well, I really must be going. My father will be looking for me," I told him respectfully. With that, I turned away from him and continued heading north, for home.