Banana

Part 1

Chapter 1

Dark blue clouds blew across the purple night sky, revealing a bright yellow moon. Its gleaming beams shone down to the garden, landing on a red banana flower. This enormous flower was hanging from a long thick stem that curved in the sexiest way, not unlike the curved male organ.

Purple veins that crisscrossed the red flower started to glimmer, with a life of their own. At the same time, a musky scent spurted out into the air. Huge green leaves moved like the silky pants of pyjamas and parted, and then a pair of strong naked legs dropped to the grassy ground. The legs were long, muscular and ended with feet that had neatly manicured toenails. They, the strong wonderfully sexy legs, walked with purpose towards the open window. A gentle breeze moved the transparent curtains, moving them sensuously. All the while, the neighbourhoods were in deep slumber, like Sleeping Beauty, who could only be awakened by a prince's kiss.

Like a mysterious mist, the air hung heavily, only to allow him through the garden and to enter the room.

On a bed, an elderly woman lay. Resting on the satin pillow, her head was tilted like a bride waiting for her groom.

Her satin dress was of the same colour and equally soft. Earlier, she had shampooed her hair with love, hair which had grey streaks. She had a string of pink pearls around her neck that her dear mother had left her when she passed away. 

 Miss Lavenia Lim, a single woman of about fifty, lived alone in her beautiful bungalow. A lush green garden flourished at the back. There were all kinds of tropical shrubs, many of which displayed wonderful blooms. However, her prize was a giant banana tree, standing proudly erect in the centre. The huge green leaves of the banana tree, which were over six feet long, always shone like they were freshly polished.

Colourful birds andbutterflies live in this tropical heaven. There were always some flowers displaying their splendid  shapes and symmetry, all year long. From November till the Chinese new year, the landas rain falls, giving new life to this garden. Exotic insects play the sounds of violins and cellos in the night.

"Never marry a man you love," her mother had said on many occasions. Nearly a hundred she was when she died. Her terrible experience with her hateful husband had made her bitter in all things connected with the male species.

There were no photographs on her walls, which was so unlike any woman her age. They usually had pictures of family or loved ones, but the only thing hanging on the grey wall of this room was a cuckoo clock. Everything painted a sad picture of a lonely life, a sad affliction bravely borne and one she thought would follow her to her grave.

Well, Lavenia had remained single to this day. Nobody knew if there was any regret in her decision, but her mother had been a strong character and she had left no way out for Lavenia. Now, she has turned into the reflections of her mother, bitter, hateful and full of mistrust for all men.

Was this a happy or sad woman? Even Lavenia herself had no answer to this question, but now, at her age, she must continue her journey. However, there was a flicker of hope, a tiny seed like the seeds in her flower garden, that one day she would taste the love of a man.

What would a man taste like? Lavenia sometimes lay in her bed wondering and letting her imagination go wild, wondering into the wilderness of the rainforests that surround her village. Would he be hard, big, and demanding? Should he be soft and loving, giving or taking, and how should she behave in such a situation?

In her mind, she could almost picture a scene where the man of her imagination would carry her off her feet, throw her on the bed and enter her. "Oh, won't that be painful? Of course it will be painful, you slut." It was the voice of her mother, coming back to mock her.