UPSTAIRS
BALCONY
“You are late”.
The boy said.
“Not, I m not.
What time it is?” The girl said looking up.
“I don’t know
but you are late”.
“Is this the
game for tonight? You saying I´m late and I´m saying I´m not”. This time the
girl smiled.
“Nah… I wanna play
another thing. The boy smiled back”.
“What do you
want to play?”
The boy thought
for a sec, then he asked her “Does your neck hurts?”
“A little. I
have the worst part...looking up, kind of uncomfortable. You got it easier,
just looking down all the time.”
“Do you want to
stop playing with me here?” The girl noticed the sadness in her friend´s voice.
“No! I like our
games.” The girl said with honesty.
The light was
dim, the barely could see each other, a floor was the distance between them.
“I like them too”
The boy told her with relief. “You pick the game”
“What about
guessing? I brought my books with many guesses”.
“Okay… I´ll go
first… Hit me…”
It was like that
every night for many months. The two kids met at the balcony. One lived in the
first floor, the other one in the second floor. There weren´t social media, or
cell phone at that time. They just talked, read and listened to music. One day
the girl moved out and never so her friend again.
She doesn´t
remember his name, or his face. But thirty two year later, she still has the
memories of their meeting nights at the balcony.
Note. images taken from a to z challenge and google.com
