Sunday 3 April 2016

Oasis

coffee
Evenings of imposed winter. Early nights and soaked to the skin rain since the very first hour of the morning. Evenings shouting for heat. Warm feet. The night, wrapped-up in her black leather coat, stops with the finger the second hand of the watch. Everyone. And the escape to the sheets never happens. I search desperate a good enough placebo for the soul getting frozen. Just like this: soaked. Practicing voodoo from inside my chest. Shooting my ribbons with ice pins. I sniff around beging for a stool in a warm corner. And dry. And warm. Warm. Warm. The night has taken possesion of the sidewalks steaming up the street lamps with that breath of her. There are faces glued to nearly all the glasses. From both of the sides.
Feet shout. Heart shouts. Soul shouts. And head threatens with going completly mad. The umbrella is little more than a dragon ready to make me disapear between its jaws. But, at last, at the other side of the street, a single cripple and orphan chair turns up nodding off near a stove. I take it and love it unconditionally. As if it has always been mine. I take off my coat. The dragon is parked at the door. I breath deeply. And start tasting a hot coffe I haven't still asked for. But it comes. And with the very first sip it kicks out the rest of the day. The rest of the world. Alone, it and me. And all the unconfesable sins I go wispering with each sip. Singing smoothly our song with the touch of the teaspoon.
The dark and hot lullaby bewitches me. World around gets full of golden and shiny bells. Through the door, looking lost, gets in an angel. Smelling to wet feathers. He adopts a skiny stool. And stirs in the coffee stardust from some other night. For a moment I feel his eyes tangled in my hair and I shiver. I look at him and his eyes steam up mines. We share a coffee sip moment. Something in the abnormal shine of the aire frightens him. His scary eyes roll down my neck to get hidden somewhere in my blouse. I rescue the dragon and go away.
Story chosen to take part in the anthology of the Short story contest "ILLUSIONS"