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It was like something out of a dance.
She stood across the room, staring at him. He was washed in a cold white spotlight in an otherwise dark room. He wasn’t directly facing her, angled slightly away. The light slowly faded in around them.
It revealed two others with whom he was laughing and chattering. They all seemed very happy, but she couldn’t hear them. There was no sound except her footsteps, as she marched up to him. Then her voice: “Talk to me.”
She had spoken to him directly, but he turned obliviously and spoke to someone behind her. She readjusted, stepping in front of him again. “Talk to me!” He continued conversing with the other two.
“Listen.” He kept talking. “Listen! Talk to me!” The person directly behind her silently laughed.
She took his hand. “Hear me.” She paused, waiting for a response. But nothing.
Cold silence.
Her eyes welled up, and she angrily blinked away the tears. “Hear me! Please!”He still smiled through her. She dropped his hand dejectedly, “…please.” She couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her face, no matter how stupid she felt. “Please.”
That’s when he looked at her.
At first she didn’t notice. She thought he was still talking to the people behind her until she realized they had both moved into her peripheral vision. She spun around to see if anyone remained, but pivoted back when there was no one. He stared at her inquisitively, though he didn’t speak. He leaned in, as though waiting for an answer to an unvoiced question. He seemed almost afraid to touch her. He started reaching up to wipe her tears away.
Until his companion noiselessly called him back.
He turned back to them, and they beckoned him silently. He dropped his hand to his side and walked back, gesticulating in a way that explained his pause to them. They all laughed and started out the door. “No, don’t leave!” He couldn’t hear her. “Don’t leave me!”She fell to her knees, not even looking at him and sobbing quietly to the floor. “…I needed you…”
He looked back, but she was looking down. He searched for her, scanning the room.
But she was invisible.
And he was gone.
She stood across the room, staring at him. He was washed in a cold white spotlight in an otherwise dark room. He wasn’t directly facing her, angled slightly away. The light slowly faded in around them.
It revealed two others with whom he was laughing and chattering. They all seemed very happy, but she couldn’t hear them. There was no sound except her footsteps, as she marched up to him. Then her voice: “Talk to me.”
She had spoken to him directly, but he turned obliviously and spoke to someone behind her. She readjusted, stepping in front of him again. “Talk to me!” He continued conversing with the other two.
“Listen.” He kept talking. “Listen! Talk to me!” The person directly behind her silently laughed.
She took his hand. “Hear me.” She paused, waiting for a response. But nothing.
Cold silence.
Her eyes welled up, and she angrily blinked away the tears. “Hear me! Please!”He still smiled through her. She dropped his hand dejectedly, “…please.” She couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her face, no matter how stupid she felt. “Please.”
That’s when he looked at her.
At first she didn’t notice. She thought he was still talking to the people behind her until she realized they had both moved into her peripheral vision. She spun around to see if anyone remained, but pivoted back when there was no one. He stared at her inquisitively, though he didn’t speak. He leaned in, as though waiting for an answer to an unvoiced question. He seemed almost afraid to touch her. He started reaching up to wipe her tears away.
Until his companion noiselessly called him back.
He turned back to them, and they beckoned him silently. He dropped his hand to his side and walked back, gesticulating in a way that explained his pause to them. They all laughed and started out the door. “No, don’t leave!” He couldn’t hear her. “Don’t leave me!”She fell to her knees, not even looking at him and sobbing quietly to the floor. “…I needed you…”
He looked back, but she was looking down. He searched for her, scanning the room.
But she was invisible.
And he was gone.
Just a short story. I'm thinking of writing it into a two-minute play (a very simple script) because I'd love to see it performed
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Such a sad story, and really well expressed. I particularly like it how you phrased parts of it, for example when you wrote "He was washed in a cold white spotlight" - I have not heard it expressed in such a way before. You really have an ability with words.