Theme: Humiliation

The Date

It is midnight, I was to meet her at nine under railway station’s clock.
I waited to eleven, something might have happened, the train delayed
(this was before mobile phones were invented) I didn’t have her home
number. I walked along the docks where harbour light is forever throwing
itself into dark water. I threw the flowers I had bought her, into the sea
and saw them sink slowly into the sea, only the wrapping paper floated on
the surface of despair. I was seventeen, it took great courage to invite her
out, this humiliation and she had such a sincere smile. Why couldn’t she
have said No in the first place? It was what I had expected her to do.
A fog horn blared in the distance, the world knew I had been stood up.
No escape. If anyone asked, I would have to play the clown, make a funny story
to hide my sorrow for not dating a girl I thought I loved. 


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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