challenge #279

"Can you taste it?" she whispered in his ear sitting next to him drained of all energy from an early morning start.

“Taste what?” he answered.

“The dew in the air.” She smiled at him even giggling a little.

                The morning mist expelled into the air creating a haziness between them that would not last they knew. Her feet dipped slightly into the coldness that lay under them of the Allegheny River. Their small island being the only barrier between them and the boisterous city. The morning came rising as if it to conquer Pittsburgh with its sun rays once again shedding light upon what is a new day. The warm colors so inviting yet the eeriness in the air so empty of words, or even ideals for words. They continued their conversation side by side under the misty blanket, and bedded peninsula to gaze at the beauty that was the light hitting the water with a mysterious smoke rising from the river into the mango colored sky.

                “Personally I didn’t think dew had a scent.” He assumed looking at her hands bundled in her yellow, thin Hood with the beloved game character from 1980; pacman.

“Then how do know it’s there?” she stared off into the distance asking her question as if the answers were in the wetness of her toes from the frosty river water.

“Because I can see it, I guess.” He shrugged.

“No, but have you ever really stopped to inhale that amazing smell of the morning dew.”

“No, I haven’t actually.” He smiled back at her with a slight raise in his left eyebrow ‘how strange she was’, he thought to himself often however, endearingly.  

Time passed as they sat there staring off into the distance that was the river. The moment instead of being an in depth conversation passed just like the time; strolling endlessly. Unexpectedly with one quick motion he grabbed her by both her shoulders and pulled her close whispered, “you’re so different”, into her ears then pressing his lips to hers, the chilling morning suddenly disappearing from her body. He released his grip only to see her putting her hands over her mouth smiling.  

She sat at a smooth wooden table across from a woman sobbing ceaselessly, still covering her lips from the memory carved into her mind that once was her and him. Looking down at her tears that dripped from her face onto her small, firm hands she could only wish he knew he meant more while peering across the room at his casket.