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Write about the ‘Girl in Blue’
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Posted on: 21st December 2014
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Not 24th dec but the 22nd of dec is the day that changed my life – 22nd moning when i 1st saw the girl …. standing at the station … and then boarding the train with me .i dont know what it was but when i asked her if she was visiting,as i had never seen her before she said “no i missed my 8:40 train….” and the rest of our one hour journey ended with us feeling as if we had always known each other …. was it her beautiful hair ??? or maybe her intense eyes or the way she spoke – withholding nothing. her laughter flowing in her warmth and words . ..she missed her train again for the next two days and whenever i asked her name she laughed enjoying the mystery. i too liked it i liked her i liked everything the train the passengers the fields the stations . …. on the 24th when i was searching for her in the unusauly large crowd that had gathered at the platform, i couldn’t find her … i moved away from the crowd and sat down on the wooden bench near the entrance, so that she could see me. ….. that is when – in between moving feet – i saw the blue dress lying on the floor. blue dress her uniform…. same blue dress that during those two days, reflected the passing sun light in her eyes turning them a deeper shade of blue …. same people picked up the blue dress – sagging with the weight of her body trapped in it’s folds ….. ……. Mrs S who had just walked in wanted to know who the poor girl was ” some girl in a blue dress ” said the tall man standing next to me. … Just a blue dress
The wind pulled in the smell of sea water, a rare mixture of holiday pine, snow and ocean this time of year. I sat on the bench with my leather suitcase at my feet and newspaper in hand waiting for the next train to pull into the station. I always arrived early out of a paralyzing fear of being late.
The cold air was starting to sink into my toes as I shifted my weight on the bench. The paper was uninteresting this day, the same depressing news of war, theft, and death ripped through the story lines. I felt desperate to find something joyful in the passing time. I glanced around at the emptiness of the town that was in front of me. Depressed and loathing for life I felt relief in the idea of going home to mom this holiday season.
I folded the newspaper and stuffed it under my arm as I rose in an attempt to find warmth. That’s when I saw her, standing on the other side of the platform. Dressed in blue, her hair fell softly around her face and I was permanently transfixed on this beauty.
She looked around in desperation as if she had lost something. Did she house the same paralyzing fear as me? Did she fear missing he train? Of missing that one person she had been waiting for?
I was too shy to grab her attention, to offer her help, a regret I live with to this day. Her eyes matched her dress as she quickly glanced into my direction, but she saw right past me. As if I was a ghost in her existence, I suddenly felt a cold chill go through me, but it wasn’t from the air. It was a chill that reached my bones, something that became an unshakable piece of my being at that moment.
I don’t know where she came from. One minute I was the only one at the station and next she was standing across from me with the distance of two tracks and a lifetime of emotions between us. I wondered if she was waiting for someone or worried that she had missed her train. But she seemed as though not to be a traveler. Alone with no suitcase, she must have been waiting for someone.
The blow of the trains whistle was heard off in the distance, but I could not remove my gaze from her. She was mesmerizing a picture of complete beauty. I imagined if I had the courage of two men that I would yell across the tracks to inform her of the distancing train or let alone ask her where she was headed. If I have the courage of even ten men I would have abandoned my travel plans, jump across the tracks and whisk her off to comfort her distress.
But boarding school had not taught me such confidence. As the whistle grew louder I felt a tension within the air, the chill within my bones grew colder and I felt a sense of despair rise within me. I felt her within me as she look right through me and I couldn’t move as the whistle approached. I was transfixed. I was going to miss my train if I continued with this gaze, but yet as I reached down for my suitcase, still at my feet I didn’t remove my eyes from her.
The sound grew louder. My heart pounded and suddenly the grip of her stare was released and she was gone. Panic rose within me as the brakes squealed, men yelled, women screamed and children cried. My bones were ice cold as the blue blur turned red and I suddenly became a man.
There was no name, just the girl in blue, the one who ended her despair and started my life with a single step and a speeding train.
Do you believe in angels? They are with us so we cant discern them, some times in special conditions they seem to special people and they smile them.
When I see pictures like this I need to know more…for those interested in the story of the real Girl in Blue and who she is- information can be found here: http://www.news-herald.com/article/HR/20040907/NEWS/309079984