Love beyond the life
It was trapped in a long and narrow crack in the rock, flirting with the gentle wind. He bent down to tie his shoelace that untied itself in a tiring loop. He secured it this time; then raised his hand to flex some muscle. It went unnoticed, that pearl-white sheet of paper, still playing the flirt. He barely noticed it, a habit lost on that fateful night.
He took a step forward and plugged the dangling earphone bud
into his ear. He continued until he heard a faint whistle from behind him, surprised. “Could
be the lush green trees whistling into the soothing blue sky,” he thought,
convincingly. He tapped on Ella Fitzgerald's beautiful picture — she looking into the sky, as if to jazz his mood instantly — on his glossy phone screen and whistled away to silence the nature around him. A few hums later, he realized he
left his bag behind and turned around to pick it up. The rustle continued,
this time louder, as the trees swayed from side to side as if to seek revenge against
the wind. The blue turned grey, hastily, as a cloudburst loomed.
He walked himself towards the door. His other hand hurt as it numbed in his arm
sling, pouched in seething pain. It was only about a while ago that his fingers
moved to help him do his chores. Although his lonely life taught him that nothing could fracture his grit. A ghastly mishap that night, weeks ago, almost killed his will, to live
and play, to love and laugh.
He pulled a key from his pouch. “Neat,
this fracture has given me some safe pockets!” He shouldered his bag and locked his
door, the key sliding in again, deep and safely close to his shoulder. As he stepped out, he
tripped on his Trumpet and fell, thanks to his lace that went loose.
Then. It was then the sheet of paper tickled his nose. He could
not let it out of his ignorant sight. He pulled it from the crack and out it came in one piece.
“I thought I lost you on that fateful night. I knew nothing could save me. I so wanted you to live… to live and play, to love and laugh. If you ever get to read this, then I’d be the happiest one among all the fallen around me. I hope you get well soon and continue to live your passion. And please know that I will always love you…for letting me drive your car that you purchased with your hard-earned money. Forgive me, my love. Play on, please."
