En Air

5.58am.

5.58 am

"A boy?" She asks, as though she knows the answer.
I nod without moving my eyes from the young couple locking a padlock on to the bars. They've enclosed their initials in a heart on it. 'R' and 'J.'
I can't get the silly childish idea of Romeo and Juliet out my mind, every time I look at them. I look at their linked hands and I see her hand reaching out her bedroom window as she calls down to him in her garden below. I look at his coat flying up in the crisp wind and I see them dressed to the nines in intricate finery, velvety red and regal gold. I watch them kissing softly, and I see them dead, side by side, like feathery doves with stained white breasts.
"Two boys."
I start.
"How did you know?"
"Call eet... Intuition?"
I look at her knowing face. There's something that softly screams magic about her crooked smile.
"I don't know what to do."
She takes a deep breath, and seems to savour it in her lungs before she lets it roll out.
"There ees somesing rather beautiful about not knowing what to do. Life is so... 'Ow do I say it? Certain. So certain. All the time, people want to know exactly what to do. Where to go. How to do it. I've been alive long enough to know that sometimes, the best decisions, the most poorly thought out decisions come from being... Erm... 'Ow do I say this? Ah, en air."
Romeo and Juliet have sauntered away.