The Visit (4)

she went silent. it was something hard to say, I could tell by the way she clasped her hands together. I could tell by the way she bit her lower lip.

"what is it? just tell me. I would love to do you the favor."

she waited until I finished eating. she knew how would I react to bad news while eating. I would throw up.

after the pecan pie, I looked into her eyes. the eyes were the same since I could remember.  the eyes I looked at when I was scared. the eyes I looked at when I was sad. the eyes I looked at when I was happy. the eyes, with crow's feet so deep.

"dear, I am begging you. please,"

the eyes, the eyes were not looking at me.

"please stop visiting me."

I could feel myself blinked for a few times. I swallowed hard. so hard it felt like I was swallowing sands. it was bitter too.

"but...but why?"

"because I'm dead. you buried me. your father buried me. remember?"

and my mind went back years ago, when I was a teen, when the day just stopped raining like this very day, the day my mother breathed her final breath. and suddenly the day rained back, heavily.

and I just sat there. alone. without her anymore.

and it started to rain again.

.end.

The Visit (2)

the birds chirped cheerly as I arrived. it was like a greeting. her lawn was full of wild yellow daisies and Japanese bamboos. and  holding the pie box, I stepped out of the car. there she was, looking just like years and years ago I could remember. she was standing at the door. she smiled at me as always.

"how was work?" she kissed my cheeks. cold as ice. but still smelled like her favourite English rose talc.

"it was okay." not. "I bought you your favourite pecan pie."

The garden chairs where I sat with her

she and I sat on the garden chairs. "you mean your favourite pecan pie?"

"can't help it, can I?" I opened the box. "it reminds me of you. want some?"

she shook her head. she repeated the exact same answer to the exact same question for the last two years. "help yourself, darling." and asked me to eat it for her.

to be continued :)

The Visit (1)

it was five minutes after the rain. that was my most favourite moment. the air was still wet, and the smell of grass was still fresh. the sunshine shone, like a shy little girl approacing a stranger. and the raindrops that left dripped from the tree leaves. it was heavenly.

the boulevard

everything was beautiful and warm. as i drove my car trough the boulevard, i peeked at the backseat. a box of fresh pecan pie. the aroma was inviting. it reminded of her, someone so special. a darling, a bearhug, a shoulder to cry on.

something different, guys!

will continue :)