I saw him again today, the man with the briefcase. For
the past three days, around the same time, he has been standing by the flickering
lamp post near the playground, always waiting for the same wild-haired woman.
the past three days, around the same time, he has been standing by the flickering
lamp post near the playground, always waiting for the same wild-haired woman.
I began watching him because I simply couldn’t help myself. I was curious by this
recurring nightly meeting. I reckoned it was a romantic tryst. When I first
spotted the mysterious duo, the man anxiously shifted his briefcase from hand
to hand the very instant the wild-haired woman turned the corner. One does not
get that fidgety over a friendly rendezvous. As she walked towards him, she
played coy by scanning her surroundings and he capitalized on the gesture by
doing a little scanning of his own. Only, he was not admiring the architecture
but the sway of her hips.
recurring nightly meeting. I reckoned it was a romantic tryst. When I first
spotted the mysterious duo, the man anxiously shifted his briefcase from hand
to hand the very instant the wild-haired woman turned the corner. One does not
get that fidgety over a friendly rendezvous. As she walked towards him, she
played coy by scanning her surroundings and he capitalized on the gesture by
doing a little scanning of his own. Only, he was not admiring the architecture
but the sway of her hips.
There was something so devastatingly charming about
his surreptitious little glances. It wasn’t the fact that he looked at her but
it was the eagerness of his probing orbs. They were starved and she was the
only meal capable of sating their appetite. After baring witness to that tender
little moment, I went to bed feeling a bit lighter that night.
his surreptitious little glances. It wasn’t the fact that he looked at her but
it was the eagerness of his probing orbs. They were starved and she was the
only meal capable of sating their appetite. After baring witness to that tender
little moment, I went to bed feeling a bit lighter that night.
I was delighted to see the mysterious duo unite at
the same location the following evening. With his trusty suitcase in hand, they
made their way into the playground, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. They sat
on the swings side by side. She giggled at something he said and he tucked one
of the strands of her curly tresses behind her ear with a trembling hand. Well, I didn’t exactly see his hand tremble but wouldn’t it be sweet if it did? Anyway, I remember
thinking how their cuteness was so reminiscent of a scene from an animated Disney
movie. Thus, with chirping blue birds encircling
my crown, I slept with the same ease as the night before.
the same location the following evening. With his trusty suitcase in hand, they
made their way into the playground, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. They sat
on the swings side by side. She giggled at something he said and he tucked one
of the strands of her curly tresses behind her ear with a trembling hand. Well, I didn’t exactly see his hand tremble but wouldn’t it be sweet if it did? Anyway, I remember
thinking how their cuteness was so reminiscent of a scene from an animated Disney
movie. Thus, with chirping blue birds encircling
my crown, I slept with the same ease as the night before.
The next morning, I walked across the street to the
playground for some much needed fresh air. Naturally, when I sat on the swing,
an image of the two love birds emerged. I felt a slight tug on my cheeks and realized
I was grinning from ear to ear.
playground for some much needed fresh air. Naturally, when I sat on the swing,
an image of the two love birds emerged. I felt a slight tug on my cheeks and realized
I was grinning from ear to ear.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that the man wasn’t
quite a stranger after all, going back to the night before, something about him
seemed so familiar. I decided that I had seen him before, of that I was certain.
But the woman still remained a mystery. I thought I’d met or at the very least
seen all the women in the neighborhood. Was she new in town or was she an
unwelcomed visitor? As soon as the word “unwelcomed” came to mind, I immediately
wondered why. Ultimately, I shook myself for allowing my allusions to run as wild
as Jane Doe’s tresses.
quite a stranger after all, going back to the night before, something about him
seemed so familiar. I decided that I had seen him before, of that I was certain.
But the woman still remained a mystery. I thought I’d met or at the very least
seen all the women in the neighborhood. Was she new in town or was she an
unwelcomed visitor? As soon as the word “unwelcomed” came to mind, I immediately
wondered why. Ultimately, I shook myself for allowing my allusions to run as wild
as Jane Doe’s tresses.
As I returned home that evening, I crossed paths with
none other than the man with the briefcase. Without warning, memories tumbled
upon me like an avalanche, lifting the diaphanous veil from my sight. As he
waved at me in recognition, I waved back and hoped he didn’t stop to make conversation,
he didn’t.
none other than the man with the briefcase. Without warning, memories tumbled
upon me like an avalanche, lifting the diaphanous veil from my sight. As he
waved at me in recognition, I waved back and hoped he didn’t stop to make conversation,
he didn’t.
As I predicted, he waited for the wild-haired woman by
the lamp post once more. Watching their lips make contact, the warm and
fuzzies I felt from the previous nights dissipated into the nippy air. As my
eyes glowed with holographic images of his wife and son, I turned away from the
window, utterly sickened at the sight of the man with the suitcase and his
wild-haired concubine.
the lamp post once more. Watching their lips make contact, the warm and
fuzzies I felt from the previous nights dissipated into the nippy air. As my
eyes glowed with holographic images of his wife and son, I turned away from the
window, utterly sickened at the sight of the man with the suitcase and his
wild-haired concubine.
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