The Celestial Engine (F. S. M. 3)


Mary was particularly special when it came to analyze the surroundings to provide the observer’s point of view. Accustomed to be ignored because of her extravagant tastes and ideals, she preferred to stay away with some of the most obscure titles ever written as her only company. She usually had the right word, tag or nickname for everything. Andrea was the “gentle and candid breeze” that supposedly brightened her days.

The guy who rejected Andrea received the nifty “yelling grouch” tag right after the first time they shook hands, though Andrea insisted on dating with him to see how it would progress. Bad idea!

Mary already determined the final outcome of that situation: her friend’s broken heart. Sometimes she could feel the upcoming history being written and what could go wrong with it.

‘I prefer to dress with whatever I want. If they want to call me retarded old-fashioned fag, so be it. You keep saying that stuff of the eagle, Mary. I will take the eagle wings any day.’

‘Well said! That’s my Andrea!’ Mary laughed, pulling her in a hug.

‘I cannot believe what he said and how he yelled at you. He needn’t to call us with such horrible names.’

Mary adopted a serious stance and placed a hand on Andrea’s shoulder.

‘Everyone carries a mask. It can take years or less than a second to reveal what lies behind. However, not all those masks are meant to hide the worse of the worst. Some are prepared to show the real personality so even if you take out the mask you still get to see the real self. Others might be hiding something good, something bad or a combination of both.’

Andrea closed her eyes and walked around the green, closely followed by a rebellious firefly. The night was quite calm and only a few insects other than the fireflies roamed in the hot air. There were no stalkers or creeps in the vicinity. Not that it mattered considering last time Mary helped to catch one of them and gave him an unforgettable kicking. She was well capable of dealing with men dozens of times stronger and taller than Andrea and her together. How she did it was out of her comprehension but she never felt in danger with Mary around.

‘Guess he had the bad stuff hidden behind the bloody mask. I can’t get why he had to insult us for no real reason.’

‘Any reason can be valid from the point of view of a level minus one orangutan driven by testosterone.’

The lone firefly flew around them, twinkling. Andrea tried to laugh but she noticed that only a sigh came out from the depths of her heart.

‘I feel stupid for being deceived by a mask.’

‘Well, don’t. Sometimes the masks can be really obvious. Sadly, this wasn’t the case. I knew something was wrong with him but I didn’t dare to tell you. Everyone would’ve teamed up to destroy me. “You are jealous because she has someone who cares for her unlike you, lone freak!”, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Now I realize my mistake and I’m not happy about it. This is why we are here at the park, away from the city but close to the nature. I’m going to redeem my ugly mistake.’

‘Wait… did Anna tell you that? Did she go to bother you because of me?’ Andrea asked with a painful feeling slowly growing on her chest.

‘It’s ok, Andrea, believe me, no need to worry. Few words can damage my sphere of madness. It’s a powerful shield. Plus I told you: I’m going to redeem my mistake.’

‘Are you going to give me a star or something?’ Andrea joked.

Mary replied with a blank expression that eventually worried her friend.


The Celestial Engine (F. S. M. 3)


Buenos Aires, Argentina

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Third fragment of this… thing.

View part one HERE
View part two HERE

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