To Meet Alice
To Meet Alice7 mins 12.4K 7 mins 12.4K
Sitting on the bridge, resting my head on a pillar behind, I puffed my cigarette!!
As the smoke filled up my wind pipe and effortlessly struggled to reach the neurons, I sat there gazing at things thinking nothing. My thoughts were that of a numb man. I felt light, light as a feather, as if gravity had diminished her interest in holding me as a captive. Time didn't seem to affect, I kept kissing my cigarette every few minutes. Only my hands worked pliable. My body's stern. My iPad mini 3 was playing Asleep by The Smiths, but the music didn't seem to reach me. The eardrum materialized to return the waves. I felt deaf. The vanity of the cigarette focused in to overhaul me. It's as if all my senses had failed to labour. I was high, perhaps I didn't know what I was or what I felt anymore. Someone came and sat beside me, and noticing the cigarette burn through the filter that someone jerked my hand out of care, possibly out of love. That's when I emerged back from the void I felt I was in, and spotted a girl with brown shoulder length hair, misty green eyes, a straight nose that added fluency to her beauty, her pink glossy lips flipped every now and then. Then, suddenly her lips stopped dancing, she punched me a love punch on my heart and for a while I stared down at my heart. And, then I started feeling sober. The next moment I was looking back at the girl who returned her look with concern. Everything seemed to clear up that's when I heard her spell my name. At the very moment I remembered that I was here sitting on this bridge to meet Alice. I gently took her hands into mine. Kissed them lovingly. And said,"I love you dear."
Without waiting for another breath I heard her say "I love you too Clay darling." Then, we both stood up, our hands embracing each other, she slightly placed her head on my right shoulder. And, we crossed the bridge and started walking on the sidewalk.
The boy, who's watching us, sitting on the metal bench fixed to the old bridge gasped in horror. He sat there transfixed as he watched my hand caress in the cozy air.