The tale and the truth

They walk by the water holding hands. Everything being perfect. They have the sun, they have a little rain, just the way they like it.

Dragging their feet through the damp grass, talking soft and laughing aloud. Every passing moment lifts them of their feet and glides them to a place, where they see nothing but the grass, the sun and the little rain.

She says to him "we are pretty lucky, aren't we?". He knows he is.

Wait for the night. From the pockets he removes roasted coffee beans and a tea bag. They walk a little more looking for some rocks to strike a fire. Get a little water boiling. Divides it into the two cups. Their skin touching the damp grass and each others. They have a mid-night coffee.

A common thought resonates among them. Wondering if the next day would bring the same and day after that. Neither knowing how to ask that, as they have already looked into the tale and the truth.

As she finishes her coffee and he sips his tea, he thinks to himself "for how long is this?" and finally says out loud "Maybe if we don't count the seconds, it already is forever".

Angel

He climbs onto her terrace and waits with the stars and the moon for her to walk up those stairs. The sharp breeze poking him every few minutes. Finally, she climbs up those stairs with warm soup and a cut of chocolate cake.

Forgetting the sharp breeze, looking at the cake, his eyes open up. In that moment every cell in his body was excited, because no matter how many times he imagined how it would be, when she walk up those stairs, there was no cake. She was an angel to him. In this world of equilibrium and balance there are a few beings that get to bend the rules in any way they wish. She was his angel.

They pitched a tent out of sheets and clips. They took in the chill of the night, folded their legs, hunched their backs, exchanged a warm look and bit into their cake.

This is our home now.

Dark. They stood there in the pouring rain on a empty street.

With no where to go or any place to get back to. They decided that this was it. This is where time stands still.

They stopped expecting that one person to magically appear at a distance and offer some help. "So this is it", he says. Looking right at him with her face, for once, expressing one of the pristine emotions humans are born with, she asks, "What happens now ?".

They both knew that the storm will eventually pass and they would get back to the common driven lives they lead.
In the pouring rain they stood under a made up umbrella. A feeling of eternity secretly manifested in their body language.

"This is our home now, we can go no where but we can stay here", he says.

Small Enough

Running, running fast, staring at the moon through the dark and mysterious clouds. She turns back and smiles at him. Wondering for a moment why is he running ? The wet grass shooting pellets of water at her arms, bending her back forward like at an end of a close race.

She stands at the edge to a view of what can only be thought of the rest of the world. Silence. Then sounds of a light gasp and those shooting water pellets slowly gets louder and then stops. For once he felt small enough and happy about it.

'Are they looking back at us ?'
'I don't know, but I do know they want us to look'
'Can they at least see my smile ?'

The Box

Digging the ground in a hurry worrying that the breeze might stop her. She looks towards him. Out of all the times she chose this one to let her eyes speak.

He knew what she was trying to say with those wet brown eyes. "I don't know when we will get out of here", he said to her. She continues to look at him in a hope that his eyes may convey something different from his lips. Ten seconds pass. With her hair being reminded by the breeze, she turns back towards the ground and continues digging.

He then thinks. That little box in her hands contains their entire lives. Am I leaving parts of myself behind or trying to save parts of me from the unavoidable change that will come, he thought. As long as there are pieces of his past in existence somewhere, may be just may be, he thought that that time could still be alive.

Each tear softened the mud below her face. She had to leave. He knew.

'So did you mash the potatoes?'

With wood and wild fire, the animals and them around it. They stare into the colors of nature. He turns to her and asks 'is there really anything in particular we are looking at?'. Her obvious answer was 'are we even looking?'. He decided he wants to make sausages in the fire. He takes out the grill stick, which has stories of it own, cover portions of it with sausages holding it over the fire.

This time it was her turn to ask a question knowing very well that he wouldn't or couldn't answer. Then again how many times do we really ask questions we do not know the answers to. Rarely. 'Are those the ones I like ?'

Removing two disposable plates, splitting the sausages into two portions. The earth stood still to describe this one scene. His eyes projecting a picture of him about to eat them in its perfect state with everything in exactly the right place around him. The cold increasing slowly enough for his mind to subconsciously rub his feet against hers. Them at the perfect distance from him, feeling the heat on his face and the ever so loud cry of the smell of a perfectly made sausage.
'So did you mash the potatoes?'

With the plates with only sausages they both put their backs to the ground and rest their heads on the small rock, they look at the stars through the altering tips of the wild fire. Since it was her turn again. 'So are we looking again ?'

Umbrella Girl

Two and a half weeks it just would not stop. No matter how many times Johnny would say "listen to my song, listen to my song......!!", but it would just not stop. The girl knew that things are not going to change in the near future, she knew that she will have to fight for the little made up picture of the trees and the grass that remains. So she went out, she went out like she had never gone out before, man was that an awesome sight. So yes, she went out and got herself an umbrella. It was by no means just an ordinary umbrella, the kind when you have nothing in life to live for, and on a rainy day to just get yourself something that can let you walk through the drizzle, this particular umbrella was special, it was Pink (it was love at first sight, Pink when I turn out the light.... Oh you can finish the song if you like, I will wait for you to complete).

So she stepped out of the store(the one which gives this story a name), looked up at those drops of water, that must have existed in the time of Keanu Reaves, and expanded the new made horizon and said "Pink !!" (do you want to sing it again, fine go for it, I will wait, again). There was this new made cylinder of no rain that she created around her. It was amazing how a man(fine or a woman) could invent the umbrella(well, the idea probably came one day when he/she was waiting under a tree during a rain storm).

So it was time for the end to come. To meet the reason for the intense moment in which the girl made a choice to go buy the Pink(again?) umbrella. She walked with no fear, even though she had a lot to loose(she had spent a life of a girl who had not watched the end of the third season of Lost, she had so far lived an unfulfilled life). As she split each drop into two pieces, she charged towards what could bring the two and a half weeks either to a crashing end or to land of trees and grass. She ran, she ran into a couple pot holes(obviously, its raining.. !), ran like forest. Run girl run all the squirrels and the deer sang out loud. She ran into the open field and found her plant (the plant that a boy had given her) that she had planted, actually enjoying in its pool. Then she wondered, all this time she thought her little plant might not live through the rain, although the rain was exactly what it wanted. She learnt that plants like humans can be a little tough to understand, because only when she ran into those puddles of rain did she truly find her self close to nature.

So this close call for her little plant got her thinking, she thought of all the things that mattered in her life and all the things that made her life, her life. She walked home, folding the Pink (again ??? I have got to hear it one last time...) umbrella, letting it know it did it's part for the day. She let the rain fall on her face, she actually found it to be quite nice, she felt one with the Keanu Reaves rain. She went home, plugged in her MAC to the TV(through the mini DVI port obviously), sat back into her couch and finished the third season.