Short stories

1.

FAVORITE COLOR

We were walking down the street, in the direction of the park, talking about anything and everything.

I was asking her questions, and she was asking me some, both of us trying to get to know each other a little better.

"But I do know you," she said with a laugh." you've been in my English class for almost 5 years now."

I was shocked. it was true, but I never thought that she would've noticed me. after all, she was quite popular, whereas I was the quiet nerdy guy who enjoyed reading books a little too much.

"Okay then. what's my favorite color?" I quizzed, knowing that she would get it wrong.

she guessed my favorite color on the first try. but between you and me, I didn't even know that I liked the color until she said it.

"green," she said, her eyes shining with mirth and a thousand-watt smile. "your favorite color is green."

I stayed silent as we approached the park.

green grass and rolling hills surrounded us as we made our way deeper into the park. while dog owners played happily with their pets and kids made new memories that they would keep with themselves forever, I thought about her answer.

such a simple answer, just one word, but it meant so much more.

we made it to our destination and sat down near the little pond in the park. unknowingly, we came to the place our younger selves used to come to often. funny, how we lose touch of those memories and those people.

"so," she muttered and turned to me." was I right?"

"about what?"

"your favorite color. it's green right?"

I looked deep into her eyes, the ones that were so full of life and I told her that she was right.

as I looked at the happiness and triumph in her green eyes, I realized that I didn't lie. I haven't seen the color the same since and now I felt like I could spend my entire life surrounded by that color.

the color of her doe-shaped eyes. my favorite color.

Green.