Loving Merrick

I got off the bus by Harbour Station, except Harbour Station was either not there yet or gone. It was raining, and as I walked towards the uptown center, I wondered if there would be a flood because the water was rising to quickly.

It wasn't long before I noticed a tall man with medium length dark hair behind me. He followed me for a bit and finally I turned around and asked him if he was following me. He blushed and said in the most divinely Scottish accent that he was because he'd been trying to figure out the best way to meet me. I laughed and told him that all he had to do was say hi.

We began walking together, and found that we had a lot in common. By the time we reached the foot of King, I was really digging him. Up King street we went, chatting, and talking about this and that. As we crossed Germain, he offered his hand to help me step over an especially big puddle (not that it would have mattered because we were already soaked). Our hands touched for a moment longer, and blushing, we broke apart.

We walked in silence for a moment or two before entering the City Market. It looked different, much larger, and bustling with the strangest activity. We stopped at the store in the corner, and Merrick asked for a bottle of water. He threw the money to the guy working the counter, and he threw the bottle in return. It was sort of weird, toss-through kind of convenience store.

We joked a bit about it as we moved through the market, stopping to watch the acrobats. As we stood, Merrick shyly took my hand, and I smiled up at him. For a split second, time seemed to stand still, and he leaned in to give me a kiss.

I could have tossed my alarm clock out the window when I woke up.

posted by Lisa at 9:55 AM |