The magic of a single moment. (Fiction)

It had to be the witching hour. It was already dark, about 6:30 pm. The streetlights came on and traffic moved slowly. I stared out the restaurant window. Our time to meet was nearing and that is when I saw you waving. You came to me from the darkness, with a smile, bright enough to light the darkness.

It was clear from the moment we met. Our eyes danced as we stared at each other. What the magnetism was, I’ll never know. However, it was clear that we were headed down this rabbit hole. The energy, the vibe, the strangeness. I cannot explain but I felt weakness.

The music played, and the people came and went. You were the only one inside my head. I never imagined that this could be true. Here we sat, just me and you.

The people vanished, disappeared…

There was no way that this was a mistake. The energy we felt was raw and real. Yet we have not touched, or even spoken a word. This was all seconds before we met.

Your voice rang out and we touched. The sparks flew and fireworks went off. If only there was a way to see this. There was nothing to see as the seconds passed. We sat down by candlelight. When the first words were finally spoken, they were amazingly golden. The candle flickered in your eyes. There you were right by my side. I paused and waited for you to speak. To see if you would vanish or evaporate. Only then did I ask myself:

What dark deep secrets do you hold? What magic potions could you possess to play like this with my head?

Is this some sort of ancient spell? Will I wake up from this dream in panic? Never did I know such fear. Fear of losing someone I have yet to greet. The magic of the moment did not let up. It lingered and hurt me quite a lot. The instant fear of letting go. How could you grab hold of me in such wicked ways? Will this night end in tears and pain? Will you torture me and give me sorrow? Will I see you again tomorrow? I waited for the seconds to pass before I spoke your name. Seize the moment I told myself. There you were in the flesh, I had to reach out to you and hold your hand.

There was suddenly no turning back. The tension eased and you remained. The gentle breeze and a car horn woke me from this spell. Only to realize I never want to let go of your hand. Locked in this stare, you and me. I wondered what dangers I will encounter on this journey.

The thoughts didn’t seem to matter. I was already here and there and had gone past the dangers. “Nothing to fear,” I think I said, but I was wrong. We will all move on and die in the end. However, between now and then, I want to see how far tonight will take me. I was frozen in worry and excitement. Have you come to lift me from my darkness, or brought me more terror and more despair? I had no way of knowing what this could be.  I sat back and enjoyed the lingering moment.

How long will this moment last? A night a day a week or a lifetime? I had long broken my crystal ball; this was not the time to think… Instead I decided to wait. How long will this carry on? I am unsure but I am not going to stop or wait. I am going along for this ride. Will I crash and burn and die of fright? I am unsure but for now, I’ll hang on tight.

I may hate you; we may fight. You or I may never be right. Will there be smiles, tears, and laughter? Yes, I say yes to all the above. However, if this spell of magic lingers, I hope to be part of this life-altering magical event. Maybe I’ll wake up one morning and you will have been but a dream. But a dream that I’ll remember even when you leave. 

Published by Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.

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