gray eyes

[intriguess]

It happened while I was visiting Montana, it was quite deliberately planned. It was an unexpected success. I closed my eyes and recalled the form, tall, trim build, dark slightly wavy hair, gray eyes, healthy, no family history of disease. Here it was one month later and I was pregnant. Carrying a child conceived artificially by a man I would undoubtedly never meet.

I found myself looking for him behind every pair of gray eyes I saw. I shrugged, that was why I went to Montana so that I would have no chance of running into the mystery man who was the father of my child.

I dressed carefully for work, a simple and proffessional garb. I put on my glasses and headed to the clinic, and thought about what I would tell others about the child's father and what I would tell the child. I had planned on saying I had meet him in Montana and after a crazy night had woke up alone and pregnant. The story seemed so fragile as I made my way through the day.

 

[brake_night_38]

This is crazy, he thought to himself. It's been almost a month since that night. Can't get her out of my mind. Was the sex that good? Or was it her obvious vulnerability that keeps her in his thoughts? To no one in particular, he asks aloud, "what the hell am I doing here looking for someone who doesn't want to be found?"

As the sun beats down he decides he's had enough for one day. Grabbing his towel, he heads back to his car. The surf was up, and the beach was crowded, but there was too much to do if he ever expected to see her again. Once at his car, he pulled the tattered receipt from his pocket. He refused to accept the futility of his search, as the numbers scrawled hastily onto the Montana Bar's tab have been of little use thus far. Each time he's dialed the number he's told that she no longer works there.

Running out of time, and with his dream slipping away, he pulls over to a payphone and dials the number again.