The Pony Girl

chapter 12

Quinn strolled in his farm thinking about the half of his barren land which had never been sowed since last October, the sun blazing at peak to the left side of his face sent a strong shadow of him over the purple flowers, there was chillness in the air deafening the summer heat. He turned to the squeal of the tyres, his wife got down from a new car that was fourth time in the two months, a tall man with leather boots got down and they kissed in his verandah then he left giving him a quite casual stare. Quinn knew what was happening, his family was breaking down.

The fights had faded away and he was ready to accept what was coming in his life. He plucked some flowers to the bucket, took out a few and tied the stems making a bunch, then he met his wife in the attic who sat by the window. He placed the flowers on her table, she passed him an odd glance.

Do you want me to sleep with you?

He read her face, her smudged lipstick glowed still. I don't remember us making love for my gift of flowers instead we held hands and shared shoulders to talk about our lives.

She laughed mockingly opening her handbag over the table and took out a cigratte.

Come on old boy, there is no such thing as true love. She lit her cigratte and sucked in.

Infact, the warmth of holding hands is to entice our bodies to have sex. What do you say?

He watched the burning orange tip of cigratte between her fingers, now his heart too raced like the smothering flame.

His eyes turned fury when she jeered his love for her. He wanted to make a move and hit her hard but the love he had for her stopped him with a tight fist.

She took the last puff and whistled it out the window. She got up and traced around him rubbing his chest. Say you all wanted was sex from me.

She pulled his shirt around the collar scorching his eyes. He looked back at her toffee eyes, it was enough for him to forget all his anger, for those eyes had always drowned him with love. He imagined the calmness of her eyes ignoring the nerves stretching with a taint of dispersed reddish shade.

She smelled of her favourite booze, redolence from her open lips. She shrunk the collars more tightly now choking his throat, he didn't utter a word. When he couldn't bear the pressure anymore he cried dropping the tears slowly. He held her arms smoothing her elbow. She took some long relaxing breath before her eyes turned misty and she walked away releasing his shirt.

He sat by the window now, taking the view of the entire Esse town. He watched his car move through the lamp road covered by farms on both sides, it was his wife raging the car to the bar.

Quinn was helpless, he missed his dearly friend who was a big support in his early life. One true friend who could comfort him inspite of all the sorrows.

She returned home when he slumbered over the floor in the attic, he heard heavy slow footsteps of her making through the stairs. He ran down to the first floor and waited for her to climb up. She saw him half way through her trail, hi honey, she dangled waving at him.

I got wasted at the bar, one sweet guy from California dropped me home. I swear I didn't kiss him. Her words were rolling up and down.

Honey, you went there driving my car. So where is my car then?

Shhh, she flapped herself on her forehead.

She yanked the key out of her Jean. Here you go, the car is right in front of the Ellie's Bar. I'm good at parking, she flashed her teeth sheepishly.

What ? He screamed a surprise.

He ran down then breathed seeing his car parked diagonally in his verandah.