STORY – She fell

She flew off her feet and landed on her butt when he pushed her out of his way so he could get to where he was going. She stood up slowly, brushed herself off, and gazed at his back as he diminished in the distance, hurrying away. She took a step toward him.

She landed with a hard thump and four red marks on her forehead where he had pushed her with the fingers of his left hand. This time he stood there, looking down. Her looking up. She stood, slowly, carefully, her eyes never leaving his. Took a step toward him. He put his fingertips right back on the same places on her forehead and pushed. Harder.

She was getting used to landing on her backside and seeing life from this angle. Or if not life, at least him. The guy who kept pushing her down when she approached him. She thought she should maybe sit there for a while and think over getting up again for him, but the feelings were too strong, too wild. She was up and moving toward him again watching his hands, both of them, getting ready to push her again.

For a few weeks now she had taken to wearing cushions on her backside. Her bottom had become so black and blue with this pushing down business that it was starting to hurt and could not be ignored even with this overwhelming instinct, need, passion, this desire. So when she fell, this time on gravel in his driveway, it hurt some, but not as much, because of the cushion. In fact, she bounced a bit, which was different.

Next time when she landed on her rear end in the parking lot of the liquor store, she put her hands down for landing stability and sharp-edged pebbles dug into her hands. She cried out. She looked up to see if this mattered to the man. But he had already turned away.

Again she fell, like a fluffy animal tossed on the floor.

Once more she fell and this time she fell into the ocean and a wave came and the salt went into her wounds and stung and the man stepped back, ever determined. She got up again, ever determined. They stood facing each other, her hands ready to grab him, his hands ready to repel her.

As she fell, she grabbed a bit of his leather coat and wouldn’t let go and as she fell, he lost his balance. He came after her. She landed hard on her bottom, on her back, in the dirt beside the bushes. He landed hard, on her, his front, on her front. It was progress. Perhaps a breakthrough. They lay like this in a public space until he pushed up and away from her.

Next time he pushed her away and she fell, she felt, or she thought she felt, his heart wasn’t really in it so much. Not like before. So she fell, more than ever, in love.

The next time, he didn’t walk away after he had pushed her down. He turned away, but he was not walking away. At last. Finally. She knew in her heart of hearts that now she was not the only one falling.

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5 Responses to “STORY – She fell”

  1. What a remarkable piece. What might this be called? A parable? A metaphore? It progresses well and seems hopeful, but without losing the main conceit: that falling in love is still falling … a painful thing at best.

  2. Emma Newman says:

    I read this last night and have thought about it a lot since then. It’s such a strange tale – it seems like a metaphor / parable as Mike says, but has details in it that make it read like a straight telling of a story. Bakes my noodle a bit – but that’s not a bad thing :o)

    Tightly written and compelling. Thanks for sharing it.

  3. Sam Adamson says:

    This one, I suspect, will be playing on my mind for some time to come. As Emma and Mike have said, it feels like a parable, but I really love the way it’s written. Great story!

  4. FARfetched says:

    Dogged persistence
    in the face of indifference.

    But she keeps reaching, keeps trying. It sounds like she may win through in the end… although at the same time I wonder what it is with him, that he feels the need to push away those who would love him.

  5. peter holbrook says:

    I don’t know if it’s metaphor (of what?) but it might be a parable, about abuse.

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