Opposites
By Marva
Gregorio De Souza
The evasion of love plagued Anna. It
was a one-sided game they played and Anna wanted out.
Of the school friends she kept
track of, four were married or in seriously committed relationships. Three of
the four would lose in a fight if good looks were the weapon of choice, adding
to Anna’s confusion as to the cause of her own affliction of singleness.
Proposals came in left, right
and center. Dinner dates. Chats over
coffee. Maybe even a movie. But none from the worthy. And they all left Anna
feeling deserted in a desert. Anna often wondered to herself, while voicing
rather loudly to the female of her friends, and anyone else prepared or
unprepared to listen, if there was a prescription for her ailment.
There was never a shortage of
suggestions. Don’t be so fussy. Catch a millionaire and forget about love. Mr.
Soulmate is making his way to you. Patience. Perseverance. Perversion. Anna
cried.
Craig was tired. Tired of
falling in love in spite of his best efforts to remain alone. Love loved Craig.
He left Susan and thought Janet
was right. Split from Amanda and joined with Beverly. The process of
disentangling himself from Karen resulted in being tangled up with Monica. Every
effort to be alone was thwarted. Craig couldn’t catch a break.
Dubious and desperate Anna
decided to beat love at its own game. This was her last attempt and if it
didn’t work, her next internet search would be a list of convents sorted by
distance.
Dulled and debilitated Craig decided
to beat love at its own game. This was his last attempt and if it didn’t work
his next internet search would be a list of wedding planners sorted by price.
Anna became unavailable.
Signing up for three years of voluntary service involving round the clock
observation of the feeding patterns of the crested red back guinea pig only found
on a remote section of Peru and facing extinction, meant she would have almost zero
human contact for this period. Anna’s game plan strategy was to make things as
difficult for love to find her as possible.
Craig became readily
available. Instead of running from the crowds he decided to embrace them
wholeheartedly on the assumption love wanted to give him whatever it thought he
didn’t want.
Anna checked in at the
airport. Craig was in the airport restaurant joining random women without
invitation. A little creepy, but that was his intent.
Anna, bags checked and time to
kill, went to the airport restaurant to wait for her flight to solitude. Craig,
successfully dismissed from yet another group of wary females, pounced on Anna.
“Where you off to?”
“Pardon?”
“Where you off to? You’re
travelling aren’t you?”
“Er… yes.”
“Well?”
“Peru.”
“Perhaps you could consider
Paris with me instead.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me. Paris right
now, me and you, honeymoon before the wedding.”
“It’s strange because you
don’t actually look like a freak.”
“But I am.”
“Obviously. Or perhaps not.”
“No, I’m definitely a freak.
Do you want me to leave?”
“You’re not a freak.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Two reasons; for one freaks
don’t normally know they’re freaks, and you seem extremely confident that you
are one and secondly you offered to leave pretty much straight away. You can
never get rid of freaks.”
“Certainly can’t argue with
your second point.” Craig gets up to leave.
“Where are you going? Sit down
and entertain me while I’m waiting for my flight to nowhere.”
Craig sat down and entertained
her for two hours. They shared stories. They shared reasons. They shared
predicaments. They shared thoughts. They shared.
Craig made the suggestion.
Anna agreed, with nothing to lose she could think of no logical reason to say
no. In the gift store they found what they sought, purchased it with legal
tender and found a secluded spot in the airport where their vows to each other
could not be overheard.
Craig vowed to remain faithful
to Anna for the next three years. He would date no one else.
Anna vowed to remain
unfaithful to Craig for the next three years. If Anna fell in love she was to
release Craig from his vow of faithfulness.
In three years Anna would
return and Craig would meet her at the airport and if love had triumphed and
Anna was still alone Craig vowed to marry her as payment for his own defeat of
love.
Peru was all it was hoped. Her
days and parts of her nights were spent; observing through observation holes,
eating food prepared on her camp heater, washing in the river, counting the
stars, being happy. Occasionally taking out her half of the pair of socks she
would chuckle to herself.
A healthy change in Anna’s
focus left her in a place of extreme peace. Being married was no longer her
primary vision, alternatives were now perfectly acceptable options devoid of
shame. On the plane home Anna made her decision to release Craig from his vow
to marry her and only hoped he had enjoyed his absent fiancé.
Her suitcase back with her,
Anna made her way back to their spot. Nothing had changed, including Craig. His
smile was brighter than she recalled. And his eyes perhaps a little more
intent, certainly less tired. He carried flowers.
Craig’s heart skipped a beat
as he saw Anna approaching. The flowers in his hand trembled slightly. He
realized for the umpteenth time the next few minutes would determine the
direction of the remainder of his life. He tried to see if there was a ring on
her finger but her left hand was hidden by her grip on jacket and luggage. Her
smile was as vibrant as he remembered, possibly even more so. As for her walk,
the new confidence lit her path ahead and left a luminous snail trail behind
her. Craig shifted his feet: a nervous reaction.
Standing directly in front of
him Anna giggled. How could a stranger feel like her oldest friend?
“Craig, I release you from
your vow of faithfulness. You’re free to go.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I had so much time to
think out there and get a real perspective on life, finding that ‘someone’ is
no longer my ‘be all and end all’.”
“Really?”
“Really. So there’s no need to
marry me. You’re free to walk away. Did you have fun on your own? Were you
faithful?”
“I was faithful. But somehow
still managed to fall in love.”
“You’re kidding! Who is she?” The
vague feelings of jealousy made no earthly sense to Anna.
“That’s what I’m planning to
find out. I met her three years ago and haven’t been able to get her out of my
mind. Haven’t wanted to get her out of my mind.”
Craig and Anna faced off. The answers
were in the eyes and the odd socks peeping over Craig’s shoes. Anna put her bags down, took her sock out of
her pocket and put it on the opposite foot by pure coincidence. They matched.
The kiss probably wouldn’t go down in
the world’s history books of momentous moments but it would be carried by Craig
and Anna for their life time.
The End
