Even tide under moonlight, the car wheels on the asphalt passing by the street signs.
She leans on and kisses him, her eyes glistening when he kisses back.
She whispers, “Wish I could freeze this moment forever”.
Luminance strengthens, blaring sounds of horn increases and the car comes to a clamoring halt.
Under the truck.
As a toddler, everybody is curious by nature. That’s how we get to know stuff. Stuff other than bad words, sex jokes, elders making out which has nothing to do with curiosity but more with luck(sweet loving luck!) and that opportunity.
I, me, myself was pretty curious too.
A little too curious.
It all started when I was born.
He sat under the tree, thinking about his Rose. It was spring and Rose loved spring. She loved sitting by the lake and admiring the delicate butterflies as they danced around the flowers, some camouflaging, some beautifying the flowers even more. As the sun rays descended on the lake water, it looked like diamonds were flickered into the lake to make the water appear ever more precious than before.
He sat there, wondering why isn’t Rose here. Where is she? She would never give up spring noons for anything in the world. He moved a little closer to the lake. He loved doing everything Rose ever taught him. Looking at their own reflections in the water, making funny faces, letting their bare feet under the water to feel the cool water run over their skin. She taught him to love. She had become his heroin.