Sarah woke to the warm fare/fair breakfast light. The warmth tickled her face and caressed her eyes to open. Slowly her Holland blind eyes rolled open and she did not steel herself when she noticed multi coloured smoke signals decorated her bedroom. She thought about the one book she had read years earlier about the Hopi People. This memory did not assist with deciphering the smoke signals. Sarah understood a great deal, seven languages, twelve philosophical theories and three great truths but she had never learnt smoke signal language.
Jesse would be able to read the smoke signals; after all he was the thunder night and eastern apple key. Sarah had found Jesse on the step of becoming a solitary man. The time was dusk and games had been packed away. Jesse was slouching against a picket fence rolling a cigarette and smiling at a surly cat. He did not realise the surly cat would change his life irrevocably, as only Sarah could do. Sarah had wished she was not in costume character when she first met Jesse but she also believed it was a freedom most do not have with a first meeting.
The sky was never going to fall in and his eyes would always be her on fire.
Sarah felt through the contents of her bag until she found the small device that would summon Jesse to her bedroom. As she touched the small screen of her phone it occurred to her that it was Jesse’ number she knew by heart, no need to scroll or search for his name and no terror of losing her phone and hence him. An infant spirit was her lonely and Jesse was her true connection to this world.
“Jesse, can you come over and read smoke signals in my bedroom.”
“I will be there in twenty, and I will not sink or let you down.”
“I know Jesse and I will not let you spinout or die alone.”
for you my Darling Muse, Sarah….