Short Story
04-95095 C September 13, 2006
A Big Break
“I can say she’s a little bit eccentric. Almost everyday, as soon as I came to this particular spot to work with these bricks and logs, near the old white mansion…but of course it’s dirty white now, after almost a decade and a half of being desolated at the rear of the town – I see her stopping by the bridge, staring at the old mansion in front of her. After a few seconds, tears will rush their way down to her rosy cheeks -- a couple of tears from her coffee brown eyes. It will take only about, maybe a minute, till she can recover and will blow her nose to her hanky after wiping her tears and she’ll leave.”
“Pardon? Ohh, yeah, the lady who’s always in white! She’s a nice pretty fellow. She never leaves the town without buying some fruits from me. Why? Are you interested with her? In a way, I’m sure no men will say “no” if she’ll ask for a dozen of roses or even a basket of fresh fruits like my goodies. I’ll help you impress her. There you are. (Handling a basket of apples to me) Green apples, these are her favorite. You seemed okay for her, young man: you stand so manly, maybe she’s just inches shorter than you; you’re gorgeous and she’s really one of a kind. Besides, you look trustworthy. I’m sure you two will be a perfect couple! (Turn her back, get a receipt slip and face me again) For a nice man like you, I’ll just ask for a hundred and twenty for the apples!”
“Yeahh, she’s really beautiful! Whenever we see her coming this way, we all stop playing ball…We go near the road where she usually pass by and try to say a courteous “Hi” to her; sniffing her tempting scent out from her white dress, as if we are being tempted by a goddess…! (Facing his comrades) Right, guys?” (A series of annoying laughter)
“Yes, I know her. Her name is Olivia. She oftentimes visits the parish when she is here at the town. She offers bundles of white roses and orchids to our Dear Mother. I remember one time, during...