Welcome to Thursday Thrills, where authors post snippets inspired by the picture posted for the even,
in words between 100 - 1000 words.
In this piece, this is something I feel I should post -- a story about tolerance.
It was a cool September evening for Eden and Miles. They just finished eating together at a diner on
Sixth Avenue, and walked a block east to Fifth Avenue, along
When they approached the end of Fifth
Avenue, they crossed street and entered the park,
crossing underneath the very illuminated Washington Arch, where there were
people crossing by, or hanging around playing hackey-sack or skateboarding
around the arch.
The evening was pretty breezy. Both Miles and Eden were dressed appropriately for the cooler weather. It might have been September, but the night time lows were a little bit chilly. But for some reason, the two weren’t as cold together as they held hands under the arch.
Miles looked into the blonde beauty of
Eden. She had such golden blonde hair and
green eyes that glowed beautifully from lighting. She also had such an
afterglow every time she smiled, in a bright red lipstick. She smelled of
beauty; a sweet smell of inspiration and comfort. Miles was happy to look into
her eyes once again. It was twenty years ago, in 1993, when he met Eden. They were from two
different world apart, but perfect for each other. They met at the very
location, but the Washington Arch was fenced off at that time, in the summer,
when they were trying to dodge a torrential rainstorm. They’ve spent the entire
time talking, getting to know each other, until the rain stopped, but for some
reason they continued to talk until the police came telling them the park was
Miles didn’t get the approval of
parents, mainly because his skin was black, and the neighborhood he grew up in
was Bedford-Stuyvesant, while Eden
grew up on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. He was a hard-working man, who
went to college, worked, and paid his dues to work for a film production
company. But despite his successes, Eden’s parents didn’t
approve of him. Luckily her brother did, and it was sad for Eden that her parents wouldn’t come to their
wedding. Only her brother, Jeff was there for Eden and Miles, and instead of a
traditional wedding, they wed in Lower Manhattan, at the .
Miles smiled at her. “After all these years, you still look beautiful.”
“And you’re my sexy man.” She grinned, as she leaned closer to kiss him. “It was right here when we first met.”
“Yeah, it was that rainstorm that brought us together.” He heard a notification sound from
phone. “I hope it’s your brother.”
“He’s supposed to be here with his date.”
“Well he better hurry up.” He shivered. “It’s getting a little chilly here.”
Miles turned to his right and saw Jeff holding hands with a well-dressed black man, almost about his height. It’s a shame that
Eden’s parents weren't
accepting of their interracial relationship, but he wondered how her parents
reacted when their only son was gay, and with a black man?
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