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Chapter Twenty
I passed by one or two salons, they resumed operations but with very limited numbers of customers only are allowed inside the shop. Only 30% only capacity of the store is allowed, and you will see only one or two customers inside the salon. And to me it’s like a sad picture of an economy falling apart, although it’s one of the harsh reality of the pandemic.
And yes I come across few people on the street all wearing face masks. Tuesday afternoon the town looks dead and very quiet.
5:00 PM, I reached my destination, the exact pedestrian line where Eric was hit by a car. I stood at one safe corner of the road and waited for 20 minutes. A group of people crossed the pedestrian line as the traffic light turned to green. And you will not see a child or senior citizen among these group of people.
Children and senior citizens are not allowed to go outdoor, since they are the most vulnerable ones, and most cases of death comes from senior citizens
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I Was Here Chapter Twenty One
Yellow and Orange SkySaturday 5:20 PM, I stand beside the Saturday 5:20 PM, I stand beside the open window of the bedroom. At one moment I was hypnotizedby how aesthetically the sunset paints the skyyellow and orange. The sky is covered with yellow and orange color, and there are some patches of grayish dark blue color across the sky. Orange and dark gray cloudsenormously scatteronto the sky. And from where the sun sets, the yellow sunlight is like a massive fire burning andstrongly sprawlingonto the clouds. It is beautiful, the sunset is always beautiful.I remember the old days when I would have a joy ride with a motorcycle alone. I enjoy the path I traveled, the scenery I passed by, the wind brushing against my jacket and the time I spent alone with myself. I love how a simple ride helps me clear my mind from worries of life that formed a dark rainy cloud above my
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Two
I Cannot Save YouI walked to the town and passed by the only MC Donald's in town. Our conversation came flashing into my mind like an old film.‘I think you should know that I am dead.’I kept on walking as fast as I could.‘You are still alive,’he said.‘How do you travel through time?’My legs already hurt but all I know is I have to get to the pedestrian line at 4:30 PM where Eric was hit by a car.‘Now you know that I am dead,’he said.‘You also should realize we can never happen.’I could almost feel how my ankle hurts with my sneakers. I should have worn thick foot socks.‘’What if you weren’t able to save me?’He said.‘You only waste your time then, and you might get tired.’ I swa
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Three
2 months later…A Dream HouseI opened the door to the master’sbedroom. I observed my surroundings, the walls and the ceilings are all painted white, and the floor is covered with large sized glossy and plain beigecoloredtiles.On the left side of the room situated the two dark brown wardrobes and a full bodied mirror. And on the right side, beside a window there is a medium brown painted wooden table near the bed. The queen sized bed is covered with clean white sheet. And few steps after the bed there is another window.I stand beside the open window. The frame of the window is made of black colored metal. And there are chocolate brown curtains,which are made out of thick fabric hang on both sides of the window.I was looking at the yellow and orange light,which comes from view outsidethe window. The sun is about to
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Four
A Dream House(Continuation)I sat on the beige colored tiled floor of the living room. And I looked around me, the ceilings are neatly painted white, while the walls are covered with medium toned brown wallpapers.I opened another box. From the box I pulled out lots of books, maybe fifty to seventy of them. The books come in different forms, big and small, thin and thick. Our book collection includes about twenty five of Mallory’s bedtime story books, a New King James bible version, a children’s bible, and there is one of my favorite books; Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, also my favorite novels from Mitch Albom; Tuesday with Morrie and Five People You Meet in Heaven, and of course some of Nicholas Sparks books like; A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, The Lucky One and The Last Song. And there are dozens of novel books I purchased from book sales which I mus
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Five
A week before…Remember MeI see a photo of a man and woman together. I looked closely and found out the man in the photo is Eric. He stands side by side with a woman. She haswavylong hair andolive skin tone. I couldn’t tell who the womanwas because her facecame outblurryin the picture.I feel sad,he is with another woman.I pored over the picture, and out of the blue,I heard Eric’s voice, he said,‘I am sorry.’I woke up from a dream,no,rather from anightmare. The sound of his voice, when he said,I am sorry, it sounded so real.I pulled out my mobile phone under my pillow. I checked the time, itis only3 AM, I should still be sleeping. I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t sleep.I rolled overonthe other side
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Six
I Heard Her Cry There was an old looking bar on one corner of the street. The door swayed open and a woman came out from that door. She was wearing a long off white dress. She has pale skin and her body figure appears to be paper thin. Damn, is she on some kind of weird diet? She walked alone on the street. Her long black hair flowed perfectly on her back. I assumed she was probably less than five feet tall. I noticed how strange she turned her head, it was like she was afraid that someone might be after her. She walked briskly, and once more watched her back. I observed her face, she has a pair of almond shaped eyes, a sharp nose and pinkish thin lips. I thought she caught me, but luckily she didn’t. Few moments later, she began to run. And it appeared like she was running away from something or maybe someone. I started running after her, and she suddenly stopped in the middle of an open field. I watched her stand there all by herself. She was looking up at the night sky, a
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Seven
Who is Irina?‘Have you ever had a dream about a girl whom you do not know?’ I said while I poured espresso shots straight to the white porcelain mug.‘I don’t think so,’ Kevin answered. ‘A hundred seventy nine.’ he added as he continued counting the white paper cups.‘I heard a girl crying in my dream,’ I saidas I put a spoonful of foam to the top of the latte I prepared for a customer.‘It’s weird, I really thought I heard someone’s crying as if it was real.’‘Do you recognize the girl from your dream?’ he said, as he closed the door of the cabinetwhere he kept the paper cups.‘I don’t think I have met her before,’ I said and handed him a pack of brown napkin papers. ‘In my dream, she had dark long straight hair and her skin was fair. She is petite and she wa
I Was Here Chapter Twenty Eight
Have You Look At the Sky Tonight?Friday5:30 PM, I looked closely at myplainblack smart watchon my left wrist, itdisplayed the figures; twenty five minutes and fifty five seconds; one thousand nine hundred and forty three steps. I thought, todayImust challenge myself to up to three thousand steps. The last time I went here for a run, I did more than two thousand steps. Well, I dare me. I continued running aroundanopen parking lot nearby the village.And because the parking lot offers a wide space with only a few cars parked, this venue serves as a perfect spot for running. Water? My throat feels dry, I am thirsty.I took a short break for a few minutes. I sat catching my breath, in one corner near a post light. I opened a bottle of Gatorade and put it straight on my mouth. I swallowed the blue liquid from the bottledown to my throat
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