This beauty. Her beauty, the beauty of the night, of Barcelona in May.
He ran his finger along the rim of the wine glass until it began to chime.
“My father will not be moved. I am sorry.”
Her eyes glistened, but he saw no tears.
Another time he would have said this was because of her bravery, but he now knew the truth.
She did not love him.
“He is Catalan, as you know. Memories run deep with us. He does not forgive.”
“Do you, Rosa?” surprised he was speaking at all.
“What to forgive? Of you? Of anyone?”
It looks as though he knows her very well. It sounds like she’s not emotionally invested in the romance. Better he move on. Well done, J. :) — Suzanne
I like how you said so much, without revealing their story. Very deep.
This has me thirsting for more…It’s like hearing a snapshot of a conversation, between two people with a long history between them,in a crowded cafe. Nice.
So much said in so few words, and it seems as though he can read her very well.
Good story.
A lot of passion here. So much is said and so much is unspoken–just like so many relationships at their ends.
Very intimate, this glimpse into a relationship that can’t overcome prejudice.
Tracey
Love it.. I think our minds went very similar ways with this.. but I love how you tied it to the Catalan … but the real thing is that she doesn’t love him..
She’s just making excuses, but he knows better. Plus I think he probably cheated on her, and she on him. That’s Spain for you.
There’s the old prejudice… I guess their feelings are not strong enough for Romeo and Juliet. Great story.
Heart-breaking, and very well rendered.
At first I thought he was rejecting her. Nice surprise at the end to see it was the other way around. Somehow this makes for a more conflicted launching pad. I like it.
Nice story told in layers. Good work.
MG
Intriguing dialogue, with lots of unspoken nuances. I like her question at the end, and how it leaves you wondering.