Throwing a heart against the wall

Posted by Patrik Edvardsson | Posted in , | Posted on 10:49 PM

Here is a short story I wrote about a year ago. It is unedited, so be aware of poor spelling. But, I like it. I hope you will too. If you do I hope you tell your friends. If you don't like it, you are free to leave your friends out of it.

Throwing a heart against the wall by Patrik Edvardsson

When he walked through his small town he made no impression - as if he seamlessly blended in with the brick houses – a moving reflection of the quietness surrounding him. He saw a girl on the other side of the street and suddenly he was carrying his heart in his hand. He tried to throw it towards her. A young man's fleeing heart moved silently across the street. The girl stumbled when she tried to dodged it. He threw it with the determination of an honest soul and it raced against her with great purpose, as if it suddenly had a goal with it's existence. It left a red mark in front of her as it crashed into the brick wall.

What are you doing? She asked with a quiet voice as the heart slowly made its way towards the pavement after its crash landing into the brick wall that belonged to the local super market.
You can't throw your heart at me like I'm a slot machine that will spit out a price for you. I'm not ready for something like that!

They looked at each other in silence: one young man who released all his love across the street and one girl too afraid to catch it. He looked down towards the sidewalk, his thin brown hair covering his face down to his pointy nose. She stroke his hair so that she could see his eyes. She picked up his badly bruised heart that was lying on the sidewalk like a terrible accident had just happened. A terrible accident had just happened.

Here, she said.

Save this for someone that is ready for the love you have to give. I'm not that person, she said as she walked away, leaving the boy with his heart in his hand. He stared at the brick wall, there was nothing indicating that a young heart had just been thrown against it by mistake. He zipped up his jacked and walked across the small town: a gentle boy that had showcased his soul, who made an impression.

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