"Autumn"

It was a clear, warm autumn evening, and the sun was starting to set. The sky was bright, robin’s egg blue, and the leaves were starting to change colours. Falling all across the town green. On this particular day, the town green and the streets around it (normally a bustling intersection), were blocked off by a motley assortment of barricades and concession stands. A makeshift stage, and a tent above it decorated the green, along with a gazebo, and the ever present “Naked Man.”
He stood amongst the crowds, in the street, wandering from one group to another, talking, joking, reminiscing. His newly blonde hair hung from his head in a shaggy mop, nearly reaching past his chin in the back. As he talked, and scanned the crowds and the faces of his friends, his hazel eyes twinkled slightly. Caught in the myriad of people and the miasma of fried food, he began to forget his minor troubles, the things that were bothering him. Or so he had though, until the appearance of an old wound showed up.
She was a girl. One who he’d had a crush on, who turned away from him. She had hurt him before, and she missed out on her chance. Her boyfriend was not the best to her, for this he carried a great distaste for the boy. Despite her martial status, he fancied wooing her that night, but never really undertook the venture to any serious length. It was up to her anyways.
Then, the moment of the night came. Fireworks. The colours burned into the night, light up the sky, and the reports sounded through the air. Oh, it was lovely. He was mesmerized by the explosions in the sky, hearing music in his head, appropriate to his mood at the time. From where he was standing--on the roof of the bank on the corner--he could clearly see over the buildings in front of him. He felt a strange mix of liveliness and sorrow. His wounds mostly healed, but the fear still there.
What this night meant in particular however, was something altogether different. Not the ending of something, but the beginning. It was the setting for a fleeting and chance meeting of two souls. The boy, and a girl. A new girl who he had never seen before. But the moment he met her brilliant blue eyes, something, somewhere, fell into place.
She was beautiful. She wore a silly get up, comprised of baggy black pants, with bondage straps and too many zippers to count. Her hair, a dirty shade of blonde, was up in a small bun, with the bangs tucked behind her small ears. She had a wonderful almond-shaped face, a pointed nose and pink lips. Her face reminded him of a fairytale creature. Something that was too delicate to be real. Though he only saw her for a few moments, and spoke with her only briefly, he adored her smile almost immediately. It was sincere and sweet. Her already bright eyes would light up and her face would soften.
They parted, but kept in contact while she went away. Yet she crept into his thoughts whenever he was just thinking. Her face reappeared now and again. Those eyes, that smile, the almond-shaped face. He remembered the way she walked, careful, with grace, carrying her form with an air of confidence, but her facial expression was distant and troubled. Still, he did not know what lie ahead for him. Where he went, he never would have expected.

-Uhm...yeah. Just a little thing I wrote. I want to do something a bit more out of my ordinary. So I might have another pretty soon.

Nighty night,
Matt