King Of Pittiless Swamps

Part 3

I tilt my head to the diagonal right in confusion like this is the way that I look at someone when they walk away leaving me in suspense. But , this moment isn't suspense. This ... is real. What did Jaulise mean by that? Coming all out so quick. Not a word I have manage to spit out. I could feel my head tilt back horizontally catching Jaulise walking further at the diagonal left to the two baby blue long benchs ; going for the left an inch from the end , and sinks inside the bench gratefully while putting her shopping bags close by her legs on the light green lime ground below the bench. Getting more comfortable , she sits almost at the edge of the bench looking down at the grass scenery in front of her letting the bottom of her white uggs ; feet face each other.

Jaulise has a blue/ glum look in her brighter and sparkling eyes keeping her left medium arm on her pink and white streaks skinny jeans with laziness and rarely support and her right light skinned medium arm used in movement ; for her fingers brushing her right bang from her ponytail behind her ear. What have I done? Did I do something wrong? Or was she the one who brought this up.? Ugh. I turn my back to Great line Town as I walk out of the entrance and start to walk at the diagonal right to a pay phone that is on the up coming side walk , but half further to the right. I walk over the corner of a sidewalk on to the road where no cars has ever drove on for , like , forever and onto another bright cement colored side walk continuing from there. Now that it is afternoon ; at 3:45 pm , the wind starts to pick up alittle on the wild side and gentle if you stroke strings to produce a angetic , hypnotizing , gentle , graceful , elegant , visual tune. A short melody. I step into a glass , horizontal , rectangle box and begin to rummage through my white buttoned up jacket pockets managing to pull out 50 cents without dropping the coin. A simple action that is really common. It always happens. Pretty cheap for a call huh? Yeah. I know. Or whatever you like to add at this moment. But I'm not complaining. I take a plastic , gigantic , shiny black phone off of the phone shaped reciever and puts it to my left ear while listening to the three second ringing on the other line. Mrs. Halvist's line. I sigh deeply knowing the phone routine of Mrs. Halvist who would take 6 mins just to get the phone.

Even if I want to speak with Jaulise during whatever time in the day. I look down seeing the pitch black ness of my timber land boots along with a white and bright gray screw squares tile background to kill seconds then ahead at a stack of twirling shaped shiny , black , long wire attached to the phone. Then , I bolt out of the phone box getting that claustrophobic feeling smelling fresh , very cool wind that whooshes without a whistle any more. I pass the corner extending the black wire from behind me turning right pass the fancy grocery store and to a corner where I just recently started at facing Great line Town again. At exactly 6 mins , Mrs. Halvist did respond as from there ; our conversation goes into audio while I could spot Jaulise from a distance still sitting on the bench in Great line Town that is freely scattered free of railing that surround the town like always. I had a sad look on my pale face standing an inch from the curb almost wrapping my long right pale arm close to my slim stomach in midair , but grasps tightly into my white buttoned jacket three inches below my arm pit. My body in a diagonal left direction and my left long pale arm dangles lonesomely in no support , but my long finger tips wrap around the phone.

My red eyes performing a look of undiscovered strength and power. I look like I want to cry. I DO want to. I just can't. I want to be in Milan's arms right now like old times. Old , young times. It's like I shouldv'e left the house. I will not stop crying ; on the inside , until I get Milan. My Milan. No one else's. I couldn't care less where we are. Under a table , in a basement , under the rusty , raging pipes of the big apple , - heck , ... even in a lion's den not sure when the pride will return or not ! And if it did escalade.

I shake my head pushing away the thought.

I whine.

Miiilan.!?