Paul was up to his knees in mud. It was a dirty job this time of year, it always rained a lot, but the bulbs needed to be planted and the grass certainly needed mowing and he wasn’t about to let a bit of rain stop him.
He’d been a grounds keeper in that park for over 15 years now, he took pride in his work, but what he really enjoyed was the watching.
He could kneel down on the grass, merrily planting his bulbs and watch everything that went on around. He knew the people who walked through the park daily, weekly. He knew when they came and who they came with. He knew who was kissing who behind the bushes. They thought they were safe from view round there, but ohhhh no, Paul could see everything from where he worked.
There was one girl who particularly took his fancy. He had heard people call her Missy, so he assumed that was her name. She was an angel, and yet she had that smile was so devilish and wicked. Paul had seen many boys walk home with her through he park, he saw one or two of them get slapped as well which always made him chuckle. Every time she walked past him, she was always sure to say hello and smile politely at him. After she had walked past, he waited a few seconds before turning and watching her walk away. Her long black hair falling messily down her back, her even steady walk, but he especially liked to watch her cute little behind wiggling away from him, as if waving goodbye. He knew everything about Missy. He’d followed her home on several occasions, he overheard conversations every time she walked past, twice a day, five days a week, on her way to and from the college where she studied English Literature, Photography and Music.
He liked to think of her as a contradiction. Her face was so incredible and she knew it. If it was her face alone you would imagine her as a nurse or a midwife. But she dressed in black. Her favourite band was KoRn, she hated God and lived for the darker aspects of life. Her lips were coloured black and her eyes were bathed in darkness. A ring went through her lip, and she loved it. She loved keeping her hair a mess, not bothering about her appearance, not caring what anyone else thought. She loved to be different. To stand out. To be herself.
Paul waited for her everyday with anticipation. He knew that the day would come when she would have enough time to stop to talk to him. Could this be his lucky day. He felt ready and excited about it. And then there she was! She was at least half an hour early. And she was alone as well!! What a stroke of luck! He quickly stood up from his work as if to stretch his back. He nodded at her as if to say hello. He could feel his stomach churning as he waited for her to speak.
Missy stopped walking. She stood still in a rather slouchy position with one hand on her hip, chewing her gum, “Hi.” She looked straight at him and he could feel his cheeks beginning to heat up.
He gave her a weak smile and looked away shyly.
“I know you like me.” She remarked. He said nothing. He was speechless. “I see the way you look at me. You’re just like everyone else who wants some but ain’t gonna get none.”
His stare remained fixed on the floor.
She sighed loudly, spat out her gum and said, “Get a life you dirty old man.”
And she walked away. He watched her go. Walking faster than she usually did, she got about 20 metres away and turned round and stuck her finger up at him. He chuckled to himself. He watched her go further down the path. His laugh increased. He gripped the gardening fork that he had been using and he began to walk steadily after her. His paces were quick and determined. Her words echoed in his head. Dirty. Dirty. Dirty old man. All those years that he had tended to his gardens. All those months he had worked hard. All those days that he had watched, and waited. All those hours, minutes and seconds studying her. She didn’t know him, nobody knew him. All his life he had been a shadow of his true self. He had kept it all bottled up inside. But now it was time to show them the true Paul. It wasn’t time to pretend anymore.
Vixodus
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I never did get round to finishing this, I guess i didn’t like it too much.
Well Im gonna finish the story then…..
He jogs up behind Missy, takes the pichfork, and in a swift movement plunges it deep into his own chest, as he realized that the only true freedom comes at death, and in life we can never be free, no matter what. Missy then shrieks in terror, and needs therapy for the rest of her pathetic life. Fuckin materialistic slut deserves worse, though.
Guess you should finish it, Vix. Gotta be worthwhile. You got at least one person waiting. Give it your best shot. See if you can surprise me.
Don’t disappoint, Blacklight