Sunday, November 13, 2005
Chapter One
The night was clear and cold like the last few days. But the snow was still far from falling.
“Damn! My hands are freezing!” - John said to himself, blowing the idea of a colder winter with the wind. But the wind changed direction and the thought came back, walking him from door to door for trick or treat...
Yes, the creepiest night of the year – Halloween!
Kids were running in groups – some large, some very small – from door to door, collecting bags and bags of candy, racing each other for every single door. Parents walking with their children, groups of friends laughing and shouting and John, all alone, with a pocket full nothing and the other with some spare change.
John stopped at a red light, waiting for his turn to be superior to the traffic. He pulled a cigarette from his pack. “I know, this things are going to kill me, but I'm gonna die anyway...”
He couldn't stop talking with himself, but there were some times when he hated to be alone and he felt the urge to break the silence inside of him.
After crossing the street he decided to penetrate into the darkness and try to dilute himself in the landscape. But that was almost impossible. Everyone was in a costume. Mainly kids, but some parents, or older brothers and sisters were using the excuse of taking care of their youths to get their bellies full of candy and their blood too.
All in a sudden, in the middle of the surrounding darkness, a trace of light caught John's attention. He stared but kept walking, but nothing similar showed up... THERE! And at the same time another voice repeating the same words reached John's hears as if an eco generated them. But before he could figure it out he found him self falling after hitting something or someone. Still with both hands in his had, his brain connected again and John realized that it must have been someone, it was too soft for a tree. He sat on the floor and looked ahead. In front of him, just like a mirror with a time delay, someone tried to sit too. They gazed at each other, as if the crash had affected their brain and capability of generating words and sentences. John was the first one to try to break the ice but all he could say was the worst pick-up line ever:
Sky... Light... Beautiful... You... - pointing to the sky at the same time and then pointing at her.
But her answer wasn't much better:
Light... Sky... Thanks... Cute... You...
They both blushed and looked for protection looking to the amazing hunted house right beside them.
“Oh shit! She's gorgeous and all you could say was that crap??? Dumb ass!!!!” The inner talk was a constant. He decided to get up and with no other attempt to speak he offered her his hand, which she grabbed with a smile, the most beautiful smile John had ever seen.
Now they were both standing in front of each other. Only now john realized that he was dressed as a princess, although she was probably too old for that. The 20's had already passed a couple of years ago.
Again John tried to start a conversation:
Aren't you too old for that?
“Oh, now you really did it. That's beautiful. Now she'll fly into your arms and will say she's deeply in love with you!”
She never lost her smile. She gave one step forward, always smiling, always gazing at him... and fainted in his arms.
“Damn! My hands are freezing!” - John said to himself, blowing the idea of a colder winter with the wind. But the wind changed direction and the thought came back, walking him from door to door for trick or treat...
Yes, the creepiest night of the year – Halloween!
Kids were running in groups – some large, some very small – from door to door, collecting bags and bags of candy, racing each other for every single door. Parents walking with their children, groups of friends laughing and shouting and John, all alone, with a pocket full nothing and the other with some spare change.
John stopped at a red light, waiting for his turn to be superior to the traffic. He pulled a cigarette from his pack. “I know, this things are going to kill me, but I'm gonna die anyway...”
He couldn't stop talking with himself, but there were some times when he hated to be alone and he felt the urge to break the silence inside of him.
After crossing the street he decided to penetrate into the darkness and try to dilute himself in the landscape. But that was almost impossible. Everyone was in a costume. Mainly kids, but some parents, or older brothers and sisters were using the excuse of taking care of their youths to get their bellies full of candy and their blood too.
All in a sudden, in the middle of the surrounding darkness, a trace of light caught John's attention. He stared but kept walking, but nothing similar showed up... THERE! And at the same time another voice repeating the same words reached John's hears as if an eco generated them. But before he could figure it out he found him self falling after hitting something or someone. Still with both hands in his had, his brain connected again and John realized that it must have been someone, it was too soft for a tree. He sat on the floor and looked ahead. In front of him, just like a mirror with a time delay, someone tried to sit too. They gazed at each other, as if the crash had affected their brain and capability of generating words and sentences. John was the first one to try to break the ice but all he could say was the worst pick-up line ever:
Sky... Light... Beautiful... You... - pointing to the sky at the same time and then pointing at her.
But her answer wasn't much better:
Light... Sky... Thanks... Cute... You...
They both blushed and looked for protection looking to the amazing hunted house right beside them.
“Oh shit! She's gorgeous and all you could say was that crap??? Dumb ass!!!!” The inner talk was a constant. He decided to get up and with no other attempt to speak he offered her his hand, which she grabbed with a smile, the most beautiful smile John had ever seen.
Now they were both standing in front of each other. Only now john realized that he was dressed as a princess, although she was probably too old for that. The 20's had already passed a couple of years ago.
Again John tried to start a conversation:
Aren't you too old for that?
“Oh, now you really did it. That's beautiful. Now she'll fly into your arms and will say she's deeply in love with you!”
She never lost her smile. She gave one step forward, always smiling, always gazing at him... and fainted in his arms.
# posted by William Jack @ Sunday, November 13, 2005 
