The First Meeting by Øyvind

I sat there on bench waiting for someone to come. I had never met this person before; I only talked to her on the internet. I sat there thinking what on earth am I doing here; what should I say or do when this strange unfamiliar person comes?

The minutes pass like seconds; I look at my watch. It is almost 3 o’clock, and she should be here any minute now. I stare at side doors, knowing she would come through those doors and start looking for me.

I waited for about five minutes; then I reached for the cell phone in my bag. As I bent down I suddenly felt a strange feeling; there was a cold breeze creeping up my back. My heart started to beat so intensely like a prisoner in a prison banging on the cell walls, just wanting to get out.

I felt her presence, she was coming closer and closer, I didn’t know if I should turn and face her or just run away. I finally decided to turn and look at her, she captured my gaze and she smiled at me. The smile eased the tension in my body; the cold breeze on my spine suddenly vanished. I could scent a warm and beautiful perfume tickling my nose. My worries were gone. My heart started beating at normal pace again.

She took my hand. It felt like my body was floating on water, carrying me to a place I never thought I would see again.