This morning, I saw someone who was achingly beautiful. She was neither feminine nor masculine, but an alluring blend of both. I use the pronoun ‘she’, purely for convenience.

She sat on a lonely bench ringed by trees. I stood on the other side, unobserved, struck by the perfection of her profile. She was delicately built, with shoulder length black hair. Her long tapering fingers rested on a green handbag. Her visage was all hard angles. Pale, creamy skin, stretched over chiseled bones. I put on my spectacles. As the world came into sharp focus, her quivering lips and tear stained cheeks, drew me in. Unable to to resist, I stepped off the sidewalk. Her face suddenly contorted into an expression of profound grief. I stopped, frozen in my tracks. What could possibly have caused her such pain? Whatever the reason, I wanted it destroyed and wiped off the face of earth. A shiver ran down my spine. I stood there, blinking in surprise.

She got up with feminine grace and started walking away with the loose limbed gait of a man. I wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder. ‘Are you alright?’ I wanted to ask her. ‘It will be okay. Don’t cry.’ I wanted to tell her. I didn’t. Instead, I watched as her back grew smaller.

That was the sensible thing to do. I’m glad I didn’t invade her privacy. However, at that moment I was struck by fleeting regret, What if….?



55 thoughts on “A Pedestrian Regret

      1. You are right. Your readers will surely be curious to know what you might have discovered but at the same time feel happy that you played safe because you can hardly guess what might have resulted from that. The fellow could have a gun or a knife and ready to make victim of any intruder. I think your story is very well crafted.


        1. I did play safe. However, it never crossed my mind, that she could have had a gun! (I should probably pay more attention to my physical safety.) I was just afraid of recklessly intruding on her grief. Sometimes, we all need some privacy.


  1. I love the writing style in this…it draws the reader in, and not just superficially but the feelings in your words dance across the screen and captures the attention! Very beautifully written and it does poses a very important moral question in the end 🙂

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          1. It needs to happen slowly and steadily. Though the damage is so deeply ingrained that it is not possible to eradicate it. It can only be minimised. But that would be no less rewarding considering all the monotony and selfishness we have been made subjects to. And the important thing, the one that matters is one has to start. So others follow.

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  2. I wish I could share a picture of my daughter with you but that would invade her privacy so I would never do it, but your description is, how I imagine, others might see her. A tall, petite, half-Japanese young woman with long hair and piano fingers, inside she has great pain that she hides with a silly laugh. She was the victim of terrible molestation at the hands of her father and she is often agree with me for not rescuing her in time. The events leading up to those days and what occurred after the revelation are written in the blog and book The Six Foot Bonsai (which does relate in a round about way to today’s anime culture). I am reading your mystery blogger’s post today and it led me here!

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    1. Abuse is horrifying and to have suffered it at the hands of someone in a position of absolute trust must have been so painful. I hope she can put those events behind her. She is lucky to have at least one supportive and caring parent in you.
      The way women are depicted in most anime is damaging to the tender psyche of young men and women being exposed to it. Hopefully change will come with time. Some of the new ones like attack on titan have been better with their female characters.


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