Stories the Butterfly Told Me

4. The Road

 

Chapter 4.

The sun was finally setting at the sky, which had turned into beautiful shades of purple. There was still no wind, and the temperature had not seemed to change either. It was still warm, but the sunbeams were not burning my neck anymore. Not that I even noticed the change of my surroundings; I only had my eyes at the little bug. Neither did it occur to me, that the colour of the sky stood in perfect contrast to the orange shade of the butterfly. My mind was dragged back from the story, as a drop of water splashed down at my hand. It was only one single drop. Puzzled I looked at the salty teardrop, only now did I feel the wet trail it had left on its way down my chin. It was going to be fine, I thought to myself, as the butterfly crept onto my hand and once again started telling yet another story.

It is summer, Saturday and sunny. A sunny summer Saturday.

 

 I am tripping my fingers at the steering wheel of my car, as I wait impatiently for the black Audi in front of me to start moving. I practically just sit there and imagine how the wheels of the car, will slowly start turning, inch-by-inch. It could happen any moment.

 

The air condition is sending cool air in my face, but I want to move on, so I simply can open my window and let the summer air blow in my hair. I love the feeling of speed. How my car will sound as I escalate at the highway. How everything outside will turn into a blur.

 

But I am not at the high way; I am just outside London, caught in the afternoon traffic, caught as a tiger in a cage. The cars are frequently honking and I do my share too.

 

What colour should it be? The light beige or dark? Or should we just go with the black one?

 

I turn on the radio; maybe there is some news about the traffic. Maybe there has been an accident?

 

“..and this is Parov Stellar with Songs for the Crickets!” The buzzing voice from my stereo is announcing. I have never heard the song before, as it starts playing and I sigh heavily. Checking my side mirror quickly, I let my hand run through my hair. If only the Audi would move..

 

 But the black would not go well with the white walls. It would be to major a contrast, right?

 

It is a good think he agreed to buy a new one, his old one was a wreck. It had been awfully worn. I smile as I recall, how Aaron had carried it down the stairs with his buddies; it had looked like that scene from Friends. Aaron, the love of my life with his brown curls and eyes.

 

 

I keep staring evilly at the rear wheels of the black Audi, if they would only start moving.

 

 

The heat is giving me headaches, it has done so the past couple of weeks. I should probably be drinking some more water.

 

But then again – the black would be elegant and simple. Maybe it would be too much white, choosing the beige?

 

 

To be honest, I do not really want to do this. I am tired and all I really want to do is be with Aaron, but we are throwing that housewarming in the weekend, so I have to fix this now.

 

I had to remember to buy some napkins and those plastic cups. What if anyone spilt at it? Would it not be more practical with a black one in the end?

 

The song is about to finish, and my headache is only increasing. Maybe I should go to the doctor if this continues. Maybe after we have held the housewarming, after we have settled, I will have the time.

 

I roll down my window despise the hot air outside. The smell of gasoline fills my nose, but I do not care, as I place my arm in the window and rest my head in my hand.

 

“Come on, come on you damn Audi,” I murmur at myself. If only I had some water here or some ice. My head feels like it is about to explode, it is just behind my eyes it hurts. The sharp pain is causing me to hold my nose in an attempt to get relief from the pain.

 

Firstly as the car behind me honk, I look up. The black Audi is far ahead of me, and the line has cleared out. I shake my head slightly and step on the speeder.

 

The black one will do, I have to get home and lay down. I will just buy that damn black couch and hurry home. Determinated to fulfil my plan as fast as possible, I race down the road. The wind blowing in my hair and face, helping me to clear up my mind.