Love Between the Reach

He only had a few minutes. The ferry was close to its dock and gaining fast. He tried to catch the woman’s eyes with his own, but her head was turned, looking to the shore.

Of course he’d heard of love at first sight, but he’d never believed the stories. He hated Romeo and Juliet for that very reason. Any one willing to kill themselves over someone they’d known less than a fortnight, deserved to die, he thought.

But now, now it all made sense. One breath of her smile, a single look of her sweeping her hair from her face and he felt the poetry of Romeo’s heart that had lead to its final beat in iambic pentameter. Because she was the sun.

He cursed himself silently for being a timid man. He wished his friend, Matt was here to push him towards her. Matt never had any trouble approaching women, because Matt wasn’t afraid of rejection. For Matt, it was the thrill of the chase, not the result of the race, that moved him to walk up to a strange woman on a bus and comment candidily on her choice of clothing. As a result, Matt got a lot of phone numbers, some genuine.

The timid man spent most of his time alone, with his cat, Mr. Saturday Night, or Sats, for short.

Now the boat was within two minutes of docking and the thought of never seeing her again made him sick to his stomach. The air-siren announcing their arrival inspired him to stand, and take five shaky steps towards her. He rested his right hand on the railing beside her and was about to open his mouth to say God-knows-what, when the woman let out a cry after dropping her favorite sunglasses into the ocean. Without thought, the man dove head first after the glasses, much to the surprise of everyone on board, who had turned to see what had caused the woman to cry out. The ferry, however, kept on chugging into port, leaving the man breathlessly wading in the water. He had managed, miraculously enough, to retrieve the glasses before they had sunk to the bottom.

He swam, sluggishly to the dock, his waterlogged clothes weighing him down, never relinquishing the sunglasses. When he climbed up the dock, he found everyone from the ferry, including the woman, long gone. Beat, he put the sunglasses into his soaked breast pocket and squished sadly to his car which waited patiently in the midday sun.

He drove halfway out of the parking lot, when the glare of the sun was too much for his squinting eyes. Remembering the sunglasses, he removed them from his shirt pocket and drove home, invincible to the sun’s blinding rays.

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