~We'll pass each other on the street in a few years time. We won't stop, but I know I'll smile~
There's a crowd bustling around. People talking among themselves. The smell of the start of winter is hung in the air. Life is busy. People are stood at the side waiting for the red walking signal to turn green and they could carry on to their journey. Among them there is a green eyed boy, standing there in his brown long coat. Hands tucked in the pockets, Pink nose hidden by the blue scarf wrapped around his neck. His hair are a bit wild, untamed-He was in a hurry this morning, forgot to get his beanie-He is smiling at the kid standing next to him, making aeroplane noises. The signal turns green with a sound and soon the flood of people is moving. So is he, among them. A little slower than the others.
"Meeting them tonight, hope it's good" it's the voice that makes the boy in the brown coat look up, up from his moving feet. It's a familiar, too familiar voice. The one he has heard whisper things to him in the dark of the night, the one which used to wake him up in a gentle sing song of "wake up Harry" it used to be nice. Nice to have someone with you, for you. It's nice today too, after 5 years, to hear that voice. The green eyes are looking up, blinking slowly, a haze of memories in them, memories that once were treasured close to his heart, memories which were now lost somewhere in the rhythm of time. There are voices of the past and images of good times flashing in those green eyes, the gold flecks in them are glistening with a wave of remembrance. The kid, which stood beside the boy, is now running past him, hand in hand with his mother. Harry wanted to tell him that he was quite pretty and that his brown shoes were similar to one of his but right now that doesn't seem to matter.
"Harry! Come back you idiot!"
There is a noise of stomping feet on the wooden floor board. Loud, exaggerated huffs of breath and mumbles of 'I swear to god'. Harry giggles from his place behind the bedroom door. His hands coming to cover up his mouth to no use.
"Harryyy!"
The voice is getting loud, footsteps coming closer, Harry's breath staggering a little before everything falls silent. Harry presses his ears to the door, trying to pick up any noise, his hands curling round the door frame before.
"I swear!" His eyes become wide and mouth parts before he smiles, teeth sinking into lower lip and dimples popping out. The figure in front of him huffs loudly, hands coming to rest on his waist and eyebrows raising.
"It was cold..she could have died..",
Harry reasons to the boy standing in front of him. He giggles a little at his irritated expressions, he looks cute. Like the kitten Harry brought with him this morning.
"It's the eighth cat this week!" The boy exclaims, hands spreading in front, body shagging. Harry shrugs, no guilt whatsoever.
"Love, we can't have all these cats and dogs. If you keep on doing that then we'll have to move out and have them stay cuz it's too much."
He is sighing now, hands massaging his scalp.
"I wake up to their sounds more than my damn alarm these days" he mumbles to himself.
"I'll send them to the animal care", the boy perks up at Harry. "But I'll keep this one. It's cute", says Harry. The boy's nose is wrinkling and he looks conflicted before slowly speaking.
"You'll send all of them?".
"Except this one", Harry says.
"Promise? They all would be gone?".
YOU ARE READING
I Recall Late December
Short StoryTime for Harry seems to move slowly, with the strings of past uncoiling, the ones he never thought would need to be. There are voices of people walking down, talking about themselves around him but the voices of his past are louder, they are clearer...
