Here and there (3)

The meadow slept under white icy blankets. He took me out on a date for the first time on a cold night. I remember fine snow falling against a somber sky, white on black like a romantic noir. I was humbled, like the darkness, tamed by the city lights. The freezing benches looked lonely. I squeezed his hand tighter.

Christmas had long gone. The New Year was no longer a virgin. Angry hobos were left cleaning party favors and dead wishes. It was mid-January. The Christmas lights had hangovers. The Christmas trees were overly dressed snobs laughing obnoxiously behind fiberglass windows. I don’t know if you would call that cheating, but for a moment I left him, and I relived what the holidays meant to me before.

Mommy would read me stories. They all had unlikely happy endings. Baby would help out in the kitchen. From time to time, she would sneak me love bites. That’s what she called them. Daddy would play the piano. He wasn’t very good at it. No matter, it felt like Christmas.

That Christmas with him was freezing. I cried the whole day. I never thought I would miss them so badly. He tried to cheer me up. He tried, poor soul, but nothing he did, nothing he said made me feel any better.


“We’re here!” He smiled

Here was an old antique shop. It was still stuffed with Christmas stuff. He took of his bandana and his earmuffs. I returned his smile instinctively. I still couldn’t figure out what we were doing “here”. The owner of the store was visibly annoyed by our presence. “Are you kids buying anything?”

Leondro raised his hands above his shoulder. He looked at me with crazy amusement.

“I know i couldn’t get you anything for christmas. It’s not too late, at least, i hope not. Here,pick whatever you want!”

I felt the blood cells racing in my veins. When I’m overwhelmed, I cry. The tears stained down my cheeks. He drew a worried frown on his pretty face.

“I thought… I thought you’d like it.”

“I do! I do!” I cried some more

He borrowed my hand from my broken face. “C’mon," He said, "They have so much stuff!” I traded my tears for an acceptable smile. I followed the trail of his joy. I allowed him to amaze me.

This time of the year the store was quite literally a tribute to the color red and green. It was a mess of goodness. The wooden critters loathed to appeal. The fake decorated trees were un-kept midgets. The Santa dolls were the scariest of them all. Their red cheeks looked like bruises, their glare, angry, and the irony dancing on their toothless grin sent a shiver down my spine. The fake presents cost next to nothing, and they smelled like cruel irony. But the angels were beautiful. They were! We stood there in awe, stunned by their cheap divinity.

Here and there (3)

bloorain

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Part 3 of Cry Baby series

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