A poignant tale of romance, annihilation and memory in a post-apocalyptic world.
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Life was beautiful and had hope. But with the coming of a nuclear war the world could not remain the same. Except perhaps his love for Lorna that would not stop to...
Solitude is a place where the only thing that's true is you. Rest is magic. Constructs that shape shift. But you may foresee, forewarn or forecast seasons at will. It's precocious. A high. And the low comes from the absence of a voice. I loved hers. Lorna.
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That day, the sky held a promise of a brilliant sunset. I booked the table at the old world cafe by the rocky sea patch. One needed to be early to get one. Even tipped the waiter to fetch cushions and place them diamond shaped. Antique caned backrest of the chairs. I turned to enjoy the approaching sunset. Still some time to go.
Fugitives from the other horizon. Those imp-like clouds approached the sun. The waiter asked for my order. I said I would order once my guest arrived. That didn't budge him. Romance's never free in these spots. I turned around. There was a couple standing by the glass encasing that displayed the old world snacks and cookies. The guy was speaking by his ear device while the girl glared at me like one would at an obstruction to justice.
I looked into her eyes trying to explain that I intended not to occupy the most romantic old world spot all by myself. That I awaited a lady and turned up early to ensure the evening went perfect. That I deserved the spot as much she did. But her eyes were unrelenting. I ordered for a coffee. Then I added a snack to go with it. Double claim for the double seat. The waiter left me alone.
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Clouds had by now imitated a cackle of hyenas cornering a lion. Sun grew pale while the waiting couple left in a huff. The scorch of the girl's stomps were palpable- a villain had spoiled her date. Likewise, the clouds were spoiling mine. But sun being the sun hadn't give in yet. I half-shut my eyes and lifted my index finger to fit it in its gap with the sea. The clouds sensed me. They rushed to fill in the escape route. It was pointless but resolute.
Thud! The bill was placed with an emphasis. I looked at him. I could sense from his eyes that yet another couple had demanded the spot. The mug and plate got cleared. I tried remembering how the coffee was or the egg wrap. The waiter lingered for few seconds. Then went in.
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