They Call It Love
Holly scowled as she ran along the sidewalk. She couldn’t believe she suffered through all this for a stupid blind date. She waved frantically at an approaching cab, but it was occupied like all the others.
Normally, Holly would never consider a blind date. Thing was, her friend Ophelia insisted. Everyone who new Ophelia agreed the woman was tapped into something magical. Her insights and her wisdom suffused everything she said and did. Her pale green eyes beneath her dark dreads seemed able to look directly into one’s soul. Ophelia had been unusually emphatic about this date. Holly knew, when Ophelia said something should be done, a wise woman listened.
Unfortunately, Holly’s car broke down four blocks back, and the stupid cabs weren’t stopping for anything. Then she saw the 214E Bus standing at the bus stop. It could take her directly to Eduard’s Cafe. She ran as fast as she could in high heels, long coat flapping against her legs. As she neared bus, a heel broke and she fell onto the sidewalk. She heard the driver release the brakes, and she realized she’d never catch the stupid bus. As she looked up she saw a Katydid, a leafy-looking grasshopper, fly in the bus door. As the bus driver began shouting in anger, Holly grinned. At last, something worked in her favor. She took off her broken shoe and darted for the door.
Leonard munched on another bread stick as he waited at Eduard’s Cafe. His date was late. He really didn’t care to wait for anything as tenuous and uncertain as a blind date. How wonderful could she be anyway? Still, Ophelia had sworn to all the stars in the heavens that he absolutely must meet Holly. For that reason only he decided to wait for thirty minutes longer. No more.
He estimated thirty minutes had passed. He looked down to check his watch for the time, but couldn’t. A Katydid had landed on his Timex, covering the display. He tried to shake the creature off, but it clung desperately, as if hanging onto the watch was the most important thing in the world. It was pretty cute, he noted. Once he stopped flipping his hand, it danced and cavorted on the watch in the funniest way. He sat watching its antics for maybe 15 minutes, surprised it stuck around for so long.
A bus stopped in the street beside his cafe table. Only one woman got out, and curiously, another Katydid flew out with her. The woman approached his table. Her hair was in tatters. A streak of dirt stained her coat, and a ragged run defiled her stockings. She hobbled toward him holding a broken heel in her hand. She was a complete train wreck.
She was the most beautiful woman Leonard had ever seen.
She sat down beside him without a word. Expressions of trepidation, shock, and recognition streaked across her features. Leonard imagined he looked the same. Her took her hand without thinking and felt his heart bursting. Her gentle grip provided an answer to the pounding in his chest. She’d never let go.
The two Katydids sat beside each other on the cafe table, watching the couple. Anteviludux sighed. “These missions are getting tougher and tougher. That bus driver had a wicked backhand!”
Matylonia patted him with her middle leg. “Well done!”
“It used to be easier when magic ruled the world,” said Anteviludux. “We Angels had beautiful human bodies and glorious wings. With no magic anywhere, all we get are these bug bodies.”
“Oh, there’s still plenty of magic in the world.”
She pointed her antennae at the couple, gazing passionately at each other. “They call it Love, these days.”
As I wrote this, I recalled a great old song.
Each week, photographer Alistair Forbes provides an original photograph as a prompt for flash fiction. This story is my answer for Alistair’s pic above. Look here for more stories about it: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/05/03/sunday-photo-fiction-may-3rd-2015/