Today I accidentally placed my eyes on your picture, So I wanted to ask you, Did it rain there?
I wrote sonnets, yearning for the divine, sitting in my balcony Tell me, Did you see a halo around your head this evening, when you held a mirror in your hand?
Sun at my place reached zenith with rage,this afternoon and I walked barefoot on the burning floor of memories, Did you see a boy on the road banging his head against the utility pole until 'I miss you's' wrapped arms around his neck, today?
I drew a bird on a crippled sky, it flew and sat on my shoulder, poked my skin and wrote ' Silent love wants to be a martyr now' So, my love, will you purposely place your eyes on my picture and set me free from this birth?
“Yo, kidoo. Come here.” The crowd leered as the fresher slowly moved towards the four seniors standing across the aisle with a sly smile on their faces that failed to convey any premonition of what may happen next.
The sky was covered, enshrouded by the bleak, grey overcast. It would rain soon. The boy hesitated. The crowd roared. It made him more nervous, while the sly smiles deepened as if they couldn't wait anymore.
“ There you are!” One of them grabbed his collar and pulled him towards them. Someone whistled. He was shaking. He looked around, but he could only see eager faces, ready to watch the drama unfold. He tried to move away, but the crowd edged on. Covering his route of escape. He closed his eyes.
“ What's with the face, jackass? You want to impress a few girls?” He didn't say anything. One of them produced a blade. It glimmered in the last of daylight.
“Now be a good boy and lemme cut that beautiful golden hair.” He tried to resist. But at last, what remained of the beautifully gelled hair was a few clumps of golden grass.
“ You don't look good now, do you, hero?” They laughed. The crowd joined in. But they weren't done yet. Just before they were about to blacken his face with a few cold slaps, a voice rang out, “ Leave him.”
The roars stopped. Everyone turned to look at her. Some raised their eyebrows. Some smirked.
“ What's up, Jennifer? You got a problem? “ “ I said leave him!” “ What if I don't? Huh? What if I don't? “ “ For God's sake, Samuel! Leave him alone!” “ Ah, sweetheart. Don't get all heated up, we are just playing with the puppy. Aren't we kidoo?”
The girl moved towards them. “I'll tell you one last time. LEAVE HIM.”
Samuel rolled his eyes and at that moment, she slapped him. Hard. The crowd whistled and roared.
******************* The weekend ahead bore witness to a roaring downpour. Sunshine peeked through cracks in the dark clouds.
While her neighbours stayed home, hibernating, sipping steaming cups of coffee and watching television , Jennifer chose to roam around the deserted mall nearby.
The boredom on her face went down the drain, spotting the fresher guy stepping out of a salon. Fingering the patches on his head, he was searching for something in his pockets.
"Hey there, bald guy!" she shouted. Cheeks burning in embarrassment, he fumbled to cover what was left of his hair. She broke into a fit of laughter. Still red in cheek, he looked around to check if anyone was watching.
Unable to contain her contagious laughter, he finally gave in. Their laughter echoed through the floors, amidst the sound of thunder. Clutching their stomachs,they looked into each other's eyes. The thunder that followed sounded distant to their ears.
When their eye contact broke, the significance of the moment dawned on her. Now, it was her cheeks that turned red. To lighten the mood, she asked, "Were you searching for something? Can I be of any help?" " I had a scarf on my head when I had arrived here. It's missing. I can't go outside looking like this. Even the salon guy couldn't do anything to fix it."
*giggling* "Here take my hanky, it's big enough to cover the tuft on your hair." *grunting* " Alright thanks."
Hearing the rain subside and in a hurry to get away from his captivating smile, she bade a quick goodbye and disappeared.
Waving at her, he inhaled her fragrance which had lingered on her hanky, before tying it carefully around his head.
( A wonderful collaboration with a wonderful writer) Copyright April 3, 2018 @iidealyii