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Subject: {ASSM} Ophelia {Jack Potter} (Mf cons viol)
Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2001 20:10:03 -0400
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Author's Note:  

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Thanks,
Jack


Ophelia.
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  by Jack L Potter

Ten years ago, I took a walk in a park.  It was dusk.  Insects began to
rise from the untamed grass that lined the pathway.  To my left a boisterous
chocolate lab played fetch with an young couple.  I passed a park bench where
an elderly man and woman sat.  Their cracked-paper fingers were entwined.
Another couple carried a cooler and picnic blanket.  Yet another lay on a plaid
blanket looking up at the sky.

I looked up at the sky.  The purple remains of the sun were behind me, the
first twinkling stars ahead.  I looked down at my feet.  I walked further.

On another park bench sat a girl.  I stopped.  I sat down beside her.  We sat,
looking across the green field towards the dark woods.  I cleared my throat.  
She startled slightly.

"You come here often?"  I asked.

"Sometimes."  She said without looking at me.  

Her face was young.  Mouth open.  Hair tangled and knotted like seaweed.  The
noble curve of her nose smudged with dirt.  Her feet were pulled up onto the
bench.  Her knees against her chest.  Between the two a small book.

"Do you write?"  I asked.

"Sometimes."  She said without looking at me.

We sat.  Not moving, as crickets began chirping.  The air began to cool.  More
people left the park.  Left for the security of their homes and their beds.  
Still the girl and I sat, waiting.

"Do you have a name?"  I asked.

"Ophelia."  She said without looking at me.

"A tragic name."  I observed.

"Yes."  She said, looking at me for the first time.

"Do you like to walk?"  I asked.

"Sometimes."  She said, looking away again.

"Come with me.  I can show you something."  I said as I stood.

She looked up at me.  I held out my hand.  I smiled.  She held out her small
hand and I took it in mine.  I led her across the green field towards the dark
woods.  Several fireflies lit the way.  When we reached the edge of the dark
woods she dug her heels in.  

"You are right to be afraid.  There are many wolves in these woods, and they
often eat small girls.  But the wolves know me and they won't bother us.
You'll like what I can show you."

Her blue eyes were wide, looking up at me.  I smiled.  She followed me into the
wood.  We walked for a long time.  Dead branches cracked beneath our feet.  
Still we walked through the woods.  An owl called out from the branches.  Still
we walked.

"It's just through here."

The dark woods broke before us.  There was a small pond.  We approached its
bank.  Several frogs leapt from their grassy perches over the smooth water.  
The ripples gently made their way to the opposite bank.  Ophelia watched gold
fish floating in the depths.  I watched her reflection in the murky waters.

"Do you like it?"  I asked.

She answered only with the nodding of her head.  I smiled.  A frog's head
appeared between two nearby lily pads.  She reached for it and it ducked
back under the water.  I had to hold her so she wouldn't fall in.

"Have you runaway from home?"  I asked.

"Yes."  She replied.

I sat down on the wet earth.  I put her on my lap.  She looked at me.  Her eyes
wide again.  Her mouth open again.  In the growing darkness the freckles on her
face blended together and vanished.  

"Why did you run away?"  I asked.

"Mommy's boyfriend is mean to me."  She replied.

I sighed and held her.  Her body was tense, but I held her still.  Soon the
tension began to leave.  She convulsed slightly, steamy tears wetting my 
overcoat.  I held her.  

In the morning I dropped her on the steps of the police department.

 ***

Two years ago, I took a walk in the park.  It was dusk.  Again insects rose 
from the grass.  Another couple played fetch with another chocolate lab.  An 
elderly woman sat alone on a park bench.  A group of three, wearing head bands,

jogged past.  

I looked up at the sky.  The stars were rising ahead of me once again and the 
purple remnants of the sun sagged in the sky behind me.

On another park bench sat a young woman.  I stopped.  I sat down beside her.
We sat, looking across the green field towards the dark woods.  I cleared my
throat.

"Come here often?"  I asked.

"What's it to ya?"  She replied.

Her face was still young.  Mouth pressed shut.  Hair tangled and in exaggerated
curls.  Her raccoon like eyes smudged with mascara.  In her bright pink purse 
I could see a book.

"Do you write?"  I asked.

"None of your business."  She replied without looking at me.

We sat.  Not moving, as crickets began to chirp once more.  The air was cool
and people began to leave the park.  Leaving for their warm beds and babbling
television sets.  Still the girl and I sat.

"Do you have a name?"  I asked.

"Look, pops, I'm not in the mood for twenty questions."  She replied.  She got
up to leave.

"Don't go.  I can pay you."  I said.

"Twenty-five for a blow, fifty for a fuck."  She replied.

"Come with me."  I said.  "I know where we can have some privacy."

"I don't care about privacy."  She replied.

"It's not far."  I said.

I offered her my hand.  I smiled.  She refused my hand but followed me anyway.
We walked across the green field.  We entered the dark woods and she followed
me without hesitation.  We walked and we walked.  Finally we came to the pond
with the frogs and the gold fish.  She briefly looked in the water.  Then she
looked back at me.

"Alright, what'll it be, pops?"  She asked.

I didn't say anything.  I took off my overcoat and spread it delicately over
the wet earth.  I sat down and looked up at the stars.  I motioned for her to
join me.  She sat down.  I looked at her.  The silhouette of her face against 
the dark woods.  She began removing her clothing.  Her breasts were small.  Her
nipples puffy.  I took off my shirt and undershirt.  She removed her miniskirt
and helped me with my pants and underwear.  

I laid on my back.  I looked at the stars.  I looked at her hair falling around
me.  Her nipples brushing against my chest.  Her wet velvet embracing my
member.  Her hands pressing down on my shoulders.  I watched a shooting star
and felt myself come inside her.  

I emptied my wallet.  I fell asleep.

In the morning she was gone.

 ***

One month later I took a walk in the park.  Again it was dusk.  Again I found
the young woman sitting on the same park bench.  I sat down beside her.  

"Do you come here often?"  She asked.

"Sometimes."  I replied without looking at her.

"Do you have more money for me?"  She asked.

"Yes."  I replied.

She got up.  She offered me her hand.  She smiled.  I took her hand and she led
me across the green field.  We entered the dark woods together.  We found the
small pond together.  The frogs splashed into the murky waters as we
approached.  The gold fish swam below the surface as before.  

"Do you have a name?"  She asked.

"Hamlet."  I replied.

"A tragic name."  She observed.

"Yes."  I replied.

She took my overcoat.  She spread it gently over the wet earth and sat down.  I
looked down at her.  Her blue eyes.  She motioned for me to sit.  I did.  I
began to remove my clothes.  First my shirt.  She watched.  Once my chest was
bare she began to remove her shirt.  I took off my pants and underwear.  I
helped her with her miniskirt.

She laid below me.  Her tangled hair spread out around her.  My hands held her
arms down.  I entered her slowly.  She wrapped her legs around me.  She looked
up at me with wide eyes.  Wide blue eyes, like before.  I pressed against her,
in her.  She pressed back.  We came together.

I emptied my wallet once again.  I fell asleep beside her.

In the morning she was gone.

 ***

Several weeks later, I took a walk in the park.  It was dusk.  The air was 
cool.  Fall was near.  Less people came to the park.  I walked until I came to
the empty park bench.  I sat down.  I waited.  Hours passed but I still sat. 
Still I waited. 

I looked up at the sky.  The stars twinkled down at me.  The moon was high.  I
got up.  I walked across the green field.  I entered the dark wood.  I came to
the little pond.  Fewer frogs jumped into its waters as I approached.

On the wet earth was her pink purse.  Its contents strewn about the ground.
Lipstick.  Condoms.  Subway tokens.  An emptied wallet.  A small book.  

I sat down on the wet earth.  I looked into the pond.  Gold fish swam through
Ophelia's tangled hair.  Her blood clouded the murky waters.  I put my head in
my hands.  

I wept.  I looked up at the sky and questioned the stars.  

I picked up the small book.  I read about her life.  I smiled.  I cried.  I 
fell asleep.

In the morning I left her there.  

 ***

The End.

Remember if you (dis)liked this story, let me know at <JackLPotter@yahoo.com>.


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