Short Narratives and Poems - Love

The Little Thing That Happened On the Tracks - A Short Narrative

No one ever came here. Not unless I trusted them with my thoughts, my feelings, my hopes, and my dreams. So then why would I bring a boy I had known for just a few months into the most personal piece of abandoned property on the planet? Maybe it was because somehow, deep down, I trusted him.The old train tracks had been closed for over thirty years, leaving deteorating railroad ties, a banged up car complete with bullet holes, and forests surrounding the rocky area. The only sounds heard were the soft rustling of the squirrels on the leaves, the breeze whistling through the trees, the birds singing songs in rejoice of the coming of spring, and the neigborhood kids playing in the distace.We walked farther and farther from my street as the sun lowered into a large cloud. We had anticipated watching the sunset together for a few days, and it was unfortunate that we couldn't see it's orange rays shine through the sky, making everything warm and peaceful. It didn't matter, however, when we finally stopped all conversation and our walk and held each other close. There was a certain peace, a certain safety I couldn't explain when in his embrace. I didn't care that I was surrounded by the empty forests, the gunshot car, or the abandoned tracks. My hands clasped around his neck, and I buried my face in his chest. I felt short, him being the average height for boys and me being, well, below average for girls. If God created men to be taller, and girls to nestle to the boys chest, then so be it.I stole a glance up at his face, which seemed content and calm. His blue-green eyes gazed into mine for a moment, our noses almost touching. We both smiled, and for a moment everything else disappeared. A rustle in the forest jolted us back to reality. I thought my brother had been spying on us, and I briefly panicked. Instead of my sneaky little sibling, a small, black animal the size of a squirrel hopped across the abandoned tracks."A possum?" He asked."A black squirrel that looks like a ferret," I guessed.We laughed at the little squirrel who disappeared back into the forest. When the animal left, I glanced back at him to see his smile.And then, somehow, instead of finding his smile, I found his lips against mine. They were soft, and warm in the cold breeze. At first, I was frozen with surprise, but then after realizing that I was being kissed, I pulled him closer. He hugged my waist as if he would never let go - and I didn't want him to. I thought about how I never wanted this moment to end: The day, the breeze, the warmth, the sun, the embrace, the kiss. And like all the good things must come to an end, the kiss broke off. I once again buried my face in his chest, and he pressed his face to my cheek. I turned to stare at the train tracks, and I wondered where their final ties were. "They look endless," I whispered."Yeah, they do," he agreed. He kissed my forehead, and I smiled.While everything ends somehow, I knew there would always be another chance. There would one day be another warm sunny day, another date, another hug, and another kiss. I couldn't wait to get my next chance.