The Circus Freak - and the boy who was afraid of clowns

Seventh chapter

SEVENTH CHAPTER 

YEARS LATER...

December 31st

Praia do Meio, Natal.

THE LIGHT BRUNETTE OF SHAPELY BODY STEPPED, with the tips of the toes on her bare feet, onto the humid beach sand. She had skinny ankles, but strong legs. Her pants, made of a thin white material, were being blown against her by the typical night wind of that coastal region. They showed the contour of her thick thighs. The silver moonlight, and the light that came from two light posts, filtered through her half-open legs. There were two other light posts close by, that had been broken for a while.  This luminous set made the thin texture of the lady's pants translucent. Her flat stomach had a vertical, shallow, and perfumed belly button. Her hip bones marked her waist, which was adorned with more than twenty white and beige shells. The thinness of her body contrasted with the fullness of her breasts. Near her hands, on her wrists, she had many bracelets, some were blue, some white.

She let a small boat with offerings to Iemanjá – the queen of the ocean according to the Umbanda religion – depart from the sea shore, as a ritual of her faith. On her head, a light blue bandana held her hair up. From the bandana, a set of beads in several strings fell right next to her face, just like a veil, that accentuated the beauty of her green eyes.

A strong man was sitting on the white sand. He had well-defined muscles, and he was wearing a white tank top and same color pants with some light gray drawings. He had a small bottle of water in his hands. The conversation with his group of friends became banal. The sight of that brunette woman by the water distracted him, he felt detached – at that moment he felt the world entirely. His dominant sense, vision, ignored nature immensely beautiful and beloved – the sea of white, clean and clear sand – to focus on the shapes and colors of that magnetic woman. 

The young lady noticed that she was being observed by this handsome man she thought was pleasing. The combed light brown hair of the young man looked trendy.

The woman went back to concentrating on her prayers, New Year’s wishes.

He couldn't resist. So he stood up and headed in her direction. He was an impulsive, determined man. It would be impossible to escape his flirtation. He felt the sand grains moving and caressing his feet, releasing a thousand sensations that ended on the tip of his fingers.

"Oh, my God!" “Stellinha” said. That's how she liked to be called. She tried to ignore it, but couldn’t. She continued: "Come on, Rê! Do you have to act like that every time you see a woman? It's almost time for the 'Rave On'. It's almost an hour’s drive to Pipa Beach."

"Mind your own business, Maria Célia!" Renato said smiling sarcastically.           Bernard hid his smile; he knew Stellinha was in love with Renato. He also knew that the girl hated the name her father had given her.

"Why the f... are you calling me Maria Célia, you idiot!" She got very upset, stood up, and drove off screeching the tires of her dad's black Honda Civic.

Meanwhile, Bernard couldn't hold his laughter any longer. Bernard and Moreno just laughed loudly, lying on the beach sand. They let Renato go, collected the water bottles that were spread out on the sand. They got into the small yellow Jeep, and took off to Pipa Beach. 

The young morena kneeling with her hands covering her face did not notice the strong man approaching her. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him there. The young man gave her a big white-toothed smile. He seemed secure and confident.

"This year your prayers will be answered sooner than you expect," he said trying to strike a up conversation. He had barely finished talking when another lamp from a light post went off. The luminous beam changed its focus. The light from the moon, which now was sovereign, cast the shadow of a concrete statue on Renato.