Artists in the park

Every day she used to come to the same park, sat on the same bench and drew the picturesque sights of the place. She liked the views especially in the autumn, for the contrasts of the colors and silence. She disliked summer for being crowded, hot and noisy, spring for being wet and windy, winter for cold, severe weather, but autumn in the park was perfect. You know when there is no noise, nature speaks itself. She had long, calm dialogs with the trees, wind and colorful leaves, which now and then appeared on the papers which she brought with her. She preferred the park to the city, silence to the noise, loneliness to any company.

One day while mixing yellow and red in order to express the sunny mood of late autumn, she noticed him... He was a normal man, nothing remarkable, but the indistinguishable get to know each other easily. So SHE saw HIM.So weird to see a man, sitting alone in the park and drawing. They had so much in common. May be that's why she noticed him immediately. After a week, she couldn't get him out of her head, she already wasn't what she used to be, and the dialogues with the brush and nature were replaced. Now she drew only him. As all girls in love she became shy and timid, nervous and impatient . He was always calm, sometimes he seemed to her even indifferent! Who was he? What was he drawing? Why did he come to that park? Had he noticed her? All that questions were flying in her head, blowing her thoughts, like the wind blows the leaves. Once she read somewhere- You have to fight for your dreams. So she decided to take the risk. Probably he also was in love with her and was shy to speak. She needed 10 days to decide how to approach, what to say or ask, even such girlish things like what to wear etc. Finally trembling inside she just smiled and said. '' Hi, are you an artist? What are you drawing?''
And what do you think? I am always interested in the thoughts of the readers while reading half of the story. You just don't realise that while reading you compose a new story by yourself, for each person has his own imagination.

The truth is he was silent. HE LOOKED AT HER and said nothing! And what should she do? After 1 minute of silence she ran away, weeping like all the girls would do (I said she was not like the others, but the girls in love are the same). She was dishonored, ashamed, disgraced. She swore never to talk to anyone again.

So, let's pass to HIM, because the story wasn't only about her. True feeling consists of 2 parts. After she ran away, he suddenly began to cry. He didn't want to loose her, he came to this park to see her, only her! How could he express his feelings! No, he was not shy, he had other reasons  to be silent...

He was dumb...

She didn't come to the park for 2 weeks or more. It was late november I guess, the last week of autumn. She missed the park, and deep in her heart she missed him. She found nobody, just a piece of paper on the bench, where he used to sit. She saw her portrait on that paper. They didn't meet each other any more...