WA 10, Draft 3
Its four clock.There is a melancholy sadness and indecision in the air. Maybe it's just me.
Everyone else is walking with friends, talking, jumping. It almost seems like I am watching a movie in slow motion, the sound very fuzzy. I saunter blearily, breathing in the thick new spring air. I can hear the occasional shriek now and then, and the low bass of some passing car. As i have the tendency to do, the car door opens, closes and I am in before i realise what i am doing. I am on auto-pilot. Another slam and the start of an engine. Clicking of an ipod plays out through the feed to the speakers, and we are off. It feels like the branches should be covered in leaves by now, but trees that blurrily pass seem to lack the usual amount of foliage. I look it my left, and he flashes a smile. He can smile like no one else I know. It is not an immediate one. It begins at his eyes and seeps into his cheeks until his entire face is squinched and gloriously, strangely, if not weirdly happy looking. My shoulders drop, somehow that smile was the oil my joints needed. I can feel the humming bass bounce off of my bones. Quartertones move up through my ankles and the force of the lone violin grabs my minds and seems to pull, as if my entire spirit could float out of my body like a magician’s scarf. My feet remain on the floor of the car, but it seems like the rest of me has vaporized. Air flows in through the cracked window and lei flaps wildly in every direction, hanging from the duck taped rear view mirror. Tangible excitment and serenity. I pull the sun flap down to shield my eyes as the car swings a turn…a little too fast. We both know it. I raise my eyebrows as he looks at me deviously. I lean back until I feel the headrest push my ponytail against the back of my head, and let the sun drench my hands on my lap. Looking into the black of my eyelids,
I don’t think or feel. I am suddenly aware over my fingernails... Of the green tint and yellow blotches passing through my view...of the fact that there really is no such thing as a mini carrot. They cut big carrots into pieces. Imagine that. A swift turn, the feeling that someone is glancing at me, and an emergency brake later, I am already out of the passenger seat and checking the mail.
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