Part Two of Blue-Eyed Smitten
I had been thwarted. I had spent a week of trying to find a plausible reason to speak to Mr. Blue-Eyes. Something that didn’t sound inane and ridiculous. Fortunately, due to his distracting beautifulness, I actually hadn’t paid attention to something he’d told me. I had a reason to call! I played our conversation over and over in my head practicing and discarding what wouldn’t work. I knew what I was going to say.
I dialed the number carefully, rehearsing what I had practiced saying. I waited through the answering service information, heart pounding. I pressed the extension number.
“Is he in?” I asked the receptionist.
He was! But he was with a patient, could I hold while the question was asked?
Now I stare at the silent phone, defeated. Deflated. My question was answered. I had my information. I did not get what I had wanted.
I had wanted to hear his voice. To teas and ask him my question, while making it obvious I was interested in him. Impossible to convey that to the receptionist.
Cross plan B off the list. Now what?
There is that moment in the film Serendipity, where Jonathan Trager (John Cusack) goes to take Sarah’s number from her and a gust of wind comes up and blows the slip of paper away. It’s that moment when “fate’ is telling the two to back off. That it isn’t time.
I am a huge believer in fate, Destiny, and God. All interact completely. So clearly, this was not my time and ‘fate’ was telling me to back off. My only consolation is that the receptionist did have to go ask him my question, and she did have to use my name. And I am supposed to make an appointment in 6 months…. Plan C?
Enjoy the continuation of my life in flash fiction form.
- Blue-eyed Smitten – Flash Fiction (katesbookshelf.wordpress.com)