This is a short story.
She was attractive but mysterious. When a CPA takes a weekend vacation trip to Ocean City, Maryland, he finds himself returning a stray kite to a somewhat sad, beautiful mysterious lady in the apartment above him. He soon becomes attracted to her and she leads him on a journey back to her past.
"Bought some but made the rest,” she said almost under her breath as if it were a secret. She looked far off out the glass door that opened to the balcony, somewhere far off it seemed, somewhere beyond the present time. “I love kites, I love to make them but most of all I love to fly them,” she added almost as quietly as before. “They’re so, so beautiful when they soar high in the sky, free of any care. The only thing that holds them is that string and if you let it go—they’re free…and they’re gone. I almost think they want to be free sometimes.”
As I watched her peer out into the distance I could almost see her in a field on her farm, flying one of her kites, her red hair flying in the breeze, the green eyes mesmerized by its flight. As I watched her gaze out I studied her and thought that she was attractive all right, but wholesome, with a mysterious quality that attracted me. Her last words had a soft gentle caring quality that had lulled me into a surrealistic feeling, almost as if I were with her but far away from the hotel, in a quieter place.
When she finally turned back toward me I just studied her milk white complexion for a few moments, not being able to think of anything to say anymore. Her eyelids blinked slowly as she looked at me with those magnetic green eyes. She was almost hypnotic. “I really want to thank you again for bringing my kite back. I thought I had lost it forever,” she said.
“No problem. They’re beautiful. “You’re an accomplished craftsperson,” I said, hoping I could think of something else to extend my stay with her. Then I remembered something, which caught my attention when I had driven in to the resort. “I know we just met but…. but….how do you feel about motor scooters?” I blurted out.
“Motor Scooters—You know those two wheeled things that look something like tame motorcycles with an Italian heritage.”
“Oh yes, those things. I remember,” she smiled. “What about them?”
“I saw a rental place about four blocks down as I drove in,” I cheerfully said,
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About the Author
He has also written several fictional short stories available on Amazon.com as well as other non-fiction articles on various topics, and is a Contributing Writer on Suite101.com.
Mr. Arcilesi is a native of Baltimore and now resides in Montgomery Village, Maryland, a suburb of Washington DC. He has a degree in Mass Communications, and Mathematics from Towson State University where he spent many hours in the TV studio, writing, directing, producing and working the crews. His second major, mathematics followed by studies in accounting, have helped him greatly in the business world.
He has experience in business, financial and accounting areas and has been a member of the Association of Legal Administrators.
Mr. Arcilesi spends leisure time collecting artifacts of the fifties and has a large collection of vintage radios from the '50's, most of which are still in working order, and other vintage items. He never passes by an antique shop without stopping in to see what treasures may be hidden in a corner, especially at a great price.
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