Counterpoint to Origin Unknown

He loves me.

I love knowing this. It’s awkward and inconvenient; undeniable in heightening my awareness.

He speaks only a little English, but strong emotions need no translation.

I nod at him, smiling. I’m polite, remote, yet his heart races when he sees me. His eyes follow me. I pass close enough to sense his warmth. He draws a deep breath, capturing my wake.

He loves me. This needs no proof but makes no sense. He doesn’t know me.

Perhaps he loves what I represent or what he imagines of me. Perhaps I crossed a line, sending unintended signals.

Perhaps.

This 100 word drabble-fiction is relatively unprompted. 

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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2 Responses to Counterpoint to Origin Unknown

  1. Tara R. says:

    I like that you are continuing the 100 words. This one is intriguing. I want to know more about these two.

    • Fran Hart says:

      I neglected to link this post to the “Origin Unknown” post. My intention was a point/counterpoint of love and hate (unrelated scenes but both are powerful emotions).

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It’s amazing how much easier it is to respond to a prompt!