Flight

society acts like a cruel master. we need to understand it by doing fair decisions.

A negroid featured man in his early forties was in the driving seat dressed in grey oil overall. He was a rounded face, snub-nosed with thick curly hair not cut for long. Half broken wooden door cracked open, a girl of almost twenty with round swollen eyes staggered out following a middle-aged man in a black leather coat that had neatly polished buttons. Upon seeing him the man in the driving seat rushed to open the door.”David! Have you checked the level of water?” Inquired Mr. Robert. David nodded his head “ yes, Mr. Robert I have”. She had a weather-beaten face and seemed lost somewhere. White Honda passed the slums; her eyes were peering children playing with stones. An occult smile spread on her face for a second and her heart pounded on her face for a second and her heart pounded faster as her eyes met a shop under renovation. The name was somewhat fading, John’s store, which conjured up her story. Her hands trembled and she felt numb as she meandered in her past.

He felt surrounded by her ethereal charm by watching her in the fields. She stole a look or two then moved on to the other cotton patch. He could feel the warmth of her blush and she would hide her face in her scarf so that he could not see her overwhelming shyness. She seemed to him as gauzy as the cotton she was picking. He felt gravitating towards her.

She made her mind to complain to his mother about his dalliance as almost a week has passed since he was staring at her. She wanted to smack him and bust his eyes with the cotton form her sack on her back but she perished the thought after thinking of the aftermath.

MR. Robert was clicking on his phone and asked the driver to turn on the music. Cascade of her thoughts broke and she felt as if she was being ogled. She turned her head to find the driver cutting his lips which made his face strange he was looking at her God knows for how long. Whenever somebody overtook or passed much nearer to the car he would abuse him.

He watched her for a while but could not grasp what had been happening in her mind. He lifted his hand to reach her but refrained that man might look.

“Your father is dying how he would pay for my shop!” he said helplessly. She swallowed down a gulp and looked into his eyes “You cannot leave me like that! What about our love…..your promises”, She groaned. “Look! I love you but cannot go against my family, he continued in the same helpless tone, nobody will take my sisters’ proposal if I leave them on their own”. What about me? , Her voice rose, her body was tremblingly already, my life is ruined!”. His perfume smelled acrid and pungent to her today, she felt suffocating. ‘’it’s not in my hands ……I am helpless…..you know how much I loved …..” his voice filled with agony. She pulled away her hand out of his grip “you bastard stop this bullshit ….get your hell out of here”, the transformation of love into a bellicose shook her.

Who had known that one day he could kiss such a pretty face and such fair skin to touch? What more could he be blessed with? He forgot everything when she was with him and the trance remained with the whole week. Whenever some lady entered his shop, her perfume, her gait, her voice reminded him of her and he would groan and glare at his ill-luck whenever he saw couples in the drama he watched just because she liked it; it was her favorite. Only on each Sunday would he bathe, apply whitening cream and soak cotton in ltr and when he saw her, her excitement and love could not match that of his. He would often wonder could she reciprocate the overwhelming and roaring deluge of his love. He would imagine for hours in the shop about their final coalesce.

The whole week was spent in restlessness and she would anxiously wait for any news about him. A shiver would down his spine to think of him so far away. She had started praying regularly and would spend hours praying to beg for the success and well being of her life, her love. When Sunday came she would go nuts and forget everything but her whole week’s restlessness would dilute when she saw him, smiling, and she would take a sigh of relief. She could see in his eyes the complaint that she has not prepared for the solemn occasion and she would laugh from inside that had she shown a minute reflection of her exuberant love he won’t be able to respond.

Nancy !”Mr. Robert called her. “yes MR. Robert” she stammered and sounded odd as her head was still spinning from the last half hour’s flight. “Each born has to die ……may God give your father a high pedestal in the heaven. Your father was a very loyal servant …..David is a very good man he will keep you happy……Do not worry about the expenditure of marriage and the money your father used to get will be given to you so you can send it back to your family”. “Thank you Mr.Robert”, she felt stabbed forcefully with a blunt knife and the pain was excruciating with every passing moment.