Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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She pulled down her black turtleneck sweater and fiddled with the hem, waiting impatiently. She disliked airports. The anxiety of whether she'd miss something or, even worse, end up in the wrong spot was nerve wrecking. She only loved it when she was is the sky, flying somewhere new.
Now she left Germany, and was on her way to her home island, Dominican Republic.
With Amé.
She didn't know what she was thinking when she invited her there. I mean, sure, she really did wanted to make up time with her. She was her family, and she had to be there for her loved ones. But, her home country? She felt as if her personal space was being bombarded by someone else's belongings.
"Hallo."
She looked around for whoever said that, until her leggings were tugged on. She looked down and instantly laughed, a little dirty blonde baby boy with blue eyes was staring up at her.
"Hallo," he said again, with only a few teeth and the fattest cheeks she's ever seen on a baby.
"Und deine Eltern?" Ina asked, getting down carefully to be a bit more eye-leveled to the boy.
He pointed at his mother and father, cuddling together in a seat, waiting for their flight as well. She imagined the little girl next to them playing on a phone had to be his older sister.
When she looked back to the boy, he was holding a rose, out to her. A fake one, but a pretty rose nonetheless.
"For me?" She whispered.
The boy nodded and that's when she noticed the birthmark in his iris, or whatever it was. A brown patch in his iris, midst the dark blue. And she felt attacked, for she could picture not Ivaan, but someone who could've been just like him.
"Dankeschön," Ina whispered, her bottom lip quivering. "Thank you so much."
The boy left as soon as she took the rose, making airplanes around the waiting space, with his arms spread out. And whenever she'd look his way, he'd shy away and hide beneath a seat.
"Ma'am are you okay?" A man asked in a thick accent and she nodded, but when she tried to stand, it was like her feet wobbled at every attempt. The man held her arms and picked her up, sat her down, and bought her something to eat.
"Danke," she whispered.
But she wouldn't look away from the German boy. The boy tried to play with his sister, tugging on her pink dress and her pigtails, but to no avail. So he went into his mother's bag and got a car, and begun racing it over the seats and windows.
"Are you afraid of planes?"
She shook her head, and when she tried to swallow, there was a guttural sound, as if she was choking. She looked down at her hand, the ring she avoided out of sight, out of thought, but never removed.
