"And now I need you to describe me exactly... How did you feel as you stumbled against all those several distinct human bodies for the sake of capturing the mesmerizing picture which might gain you the scholarship?" I said. Curiosity was noticeable through the tone I spoke with. We were In front of one of the most popular places to be crowded by hundreds of human bodies per day
"The subway train station!" I announced enthusiastically. Different flashbacks of the memories I've experienced in this place desperately hunting photographs of one scene, rush hour rewound within my mind. Yet quickly I gained my concentration on the present moment
"I beg your pardon, please enlighten me with your answer I'm all ears".
You could read shyness his different facial expressions and body language expressed ever so clearly and it was highly delightful. His pale slim fingers traced the backpack straps hanging on his shoulders sensing their fabric, There were tiny droplets of sweat sliding from the back of his neck.
Rosy cheeks along with His cracked lips especially the lower one since its left corner was covered with a few drops of dried blood. The cold Whiffs of breeze caressed his hair gently dangling it left and right
As I said before, it indeed was very delightful to admire. All the tiny physical details he carelessly revealed formed the picture of that youthful young man who's ambitious for growing through life's unplanned experiences.
"Alright, since you insist. The total experience was plainly... overwhelming" he paused for a split second refreshing his lungs with the crisp breeze, then added, "very much".
"I see, overwhelming ... " the words escaped my throat unconsciously, it was an old habit of mine to indicate my thirst for more explanation rather than asking for it. Silence took hold of the air we shared as we dragged our feet forward on the stairs. The subway station was nearly deserted since the ten O'clock train departed about forty minutes ago, except for a couple of passengers standing by the ticket booths purchasing tickets for the next train which was scheduled to arrive at quarter past eleven based on the digital screen.
"Jostling through the crowd and attempting to capture the exact moment that highlights the real beauty I was witnessing, was the meat of the adventure ..." exhilaration grew through his tone as his words danced in the atmosphere, and soon it was written all over his facial lines
"What about the music?"
"I couldn't believe those mystical saxophone tunes were born of that old man's talent" I spun my head towards his quickly snatching a glance at his face again. The looks and the facial expressions while the other speaks is an extension to the tenor hidden behind their words thus, a natural art worthful of admiration.
His face was lit in energy as If he was lost in thinking about some imaginary world. A world where words aren't enough to describe how delightful and euphoric its aura was. Let's say resembling Winny Wolka's
"The smooth movement of his fingers as they caressed the saxophone keys. And he, himself who looked truly lost in the process of blowing the air into the golden piece of steel" he added once more with each word leaving his mouth like a whiff of spring wind.
"If I could only somehow, collect all those tiny pieces of details and shove them into one picture ... only one would be enough" as soon as his words bumped into my hearing a wave of rush ran across my spine. "This boy has it, "I thought as silently as I could as I embraced the silence between us in hopes for him to resume his talk.
"I have always held this burning desire to share, share all that keeps reminding me of my existence and its importance as well, the latter which resides in my ability to watch those gifted people and allow their incarnated talents to emerge from their world and snatch me from the current situation I'd be living. Whether I'd be sad or not. No, in fact, I couldn't care less about how I'd be feeling as long as I'd be detached ... completely and utterly detached"
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Tales From Sin City (Completed)
Short StoryPrologue : "We all lived in one city, we shared the same sky, we heard the same cacophonic sounds everyday. But we have different stories. Maybe the city took from us more than it gave, or maybe we lost ourselves amid the process. Who are we? We...
