Look to the pear tree

Felicity Gobble looked at the damp envelope in her hands and felt ecstatic and trepidation. This was the response she'd been waiting for.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her peaceful surroundings. She had always loved calm Amsterdam with its lovely, sweet pear tree. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel at home.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Randall. William was a virtuous lover with soft lips and strong arms.

Felicity gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a innocent, intuitive, strong young woman, with peach lips and soft arms. Her friends saw her as a teeny-tiny, talented teacher. Once, she had even once swam into the rapids, saving a little girl from drowning.

But not even a strong person who had once saved a drowning person was prepared for what William had in store today.

The sun shone like diamond's, making Felicity flinch.

As Felicity stepped outside and William came closer, she could see the determined glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want affection," William bellowed, in a predatory tone. He slammed his fist against the wall, with way too much force. "I frigging love you, Felicity Gobble."

Felicity looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the damp envelope. "William, get out of my yard," she replied.

They looked at each other her with anger and slight fear as her feelings, and him with anger and aggression prominent on his face. like two modern, sword dancer's dancing at a very ruthless pace, which had angry music playing in the background and two optimistic uncles yelling to the beat of sword's clashing

Felicity studied William's face and strong arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you affection," she explained, in pitying tones.

William looked livid, his body raw anger and frustratiion like a live, flaming torch.

Felicity could actually hear William's body shatter into 1309 pieces of hatred annoyance and anger. Then the despicable man hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Felicity's nerves tonight.

Felicity takes a deep breath calming herself. She casually opens the envelope, reading the words enclosed, her heart in her throat. A soft shuddering breath escapes her throat in happiness as she reads the words, showing she has gotten the position she wanted. She would be leaving Amsterdam and her lovely pear tree behind. But gaining her dreams.

Felicity rushes into her house and starts to pack. She had to catch the 4:40 train out of town or she wouldn't make it. She rushes to her car throwing her suitcases in the back carelessly and starts her car, looking back one last time, at the pear tree in her yard.

Felicity makes it to the train station a half hour early and quickly purchases her ticket and sits to wait for her train. Soon she would leave her home and all she'd ever known behind. She's both excited at what's to come, and terrified. What if she cannot make it as she thought?

Felicity hears the horn, the train is pulling up. She takes a shuddering breath in and stands, picking her bags up. It's time to leave. Felicity steps into the train carefully, and goes to find her seat. She sits as the train begins to move down the tracks. She watches her past life fade behind her, regretting nothing, but yet, she will miss her tree. She'd grown it from a sapling with her papa after all. She sighs softly. And faces forward. Time to let the past go.

THE END