A quick one for you.
flash fiction from Cult
It had been over twenty years since he'd seen her last. At the time he was bent over a metal bench, a single knee raised and bent, both hands busy untangling a shoelace. He looked up to see her pass, she was a veritable goddess. An aura surrounded her as she slipped past his position and then across campus seemingly without a care in the world, she was probably on her way to her next class he remembered musing.
From his close approximation he detected a small cluster of freckles on the bridge of her nose, the crinkle of her lips and the raising of a single eyebrow as she caught his lingering stare. He had looked away quick but he could still recall her hair and the way it had seemed to sparkle in the sun, however none of this was his most vivid memory of her.
But he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she didn't even know his name, didn't think of him as anything more than the boy who was caught looking. He felt guilty still, so many years later, it was something he would apologize for if given the chance. But he doubted it would ever come to that.
Even now that he'd found her after years of searching and traveling, hitchhiking, across a plethora of states she would still not learn of his name (and his desire for her) or he of hers.
Reaching behind him he located the shovel hidden under a nearby bush. It would be a long night for the ground was cold and hard much as he.