Sitting on the park bench reading the
poem she admired since the last afternoon. So curious that she could not wait
to understand what really transpired. She was in love with this story clung to
its originality. The story that let her feel the bliss of immortality that she
longed to quench so much, drawn by her, a story in that poem which was so
romantic and profusely aroused her feelings in the body. Longing for him
waiting by the chimney leaning towards the warmth of the fire, firmly holding a
wine glass quarterly filled with sweet red wine impatiently. She could not stop
cherishing the sweet memories that they had with Patrick since their high
school years. Interrupted by the sudden sound of the door knob being turned,
certainly the room was filled with the aura of his cologne.
The two love birds cuddle on the couch,
smooching, immediately with a cough Patrick enforced it to a halt and started
to gaze at her beautiful portrait in the lounge. Sluggishly he pulled out a
white written paper in his left side pocket. Patrick softly and slowly
exercising care begun to read to Naomi, blown away the only thing to her grasp
was holding tightly her necklace locket as she was listening attentively.
Virginia was the young naïve lady in the priceless poem, she was in her late
teen age and she was now becoming of age. She has not felt what love was like,
a free spirit waiting to be tamed. Her
eyes fixed on Jack, suddenly she started to realise those feelings condoned in
her life.
Love was a strange creature to her she
never thought could be harnessed but the day she saw Jack, she felt this warmth
beyond what could be fathomed. Jack was amazed at how this girl could gaze at
him for a long time with ease. Jack introduced himself to her and all she could
do was look down as she swerves her hands softly like a child who lacks confidence
in front of his classmates. Jack opened his mouth allowing the soft tone of his
voice to tell a story to Virginia about his past. Jack in his youth never had
believed in love at first sight but the day she saw Norah was the first and
last day he ever had faith in it. In a coffee shop just by the corner of the
main street Jack was having a nice, hot and delicious cup of coffee. A light
skinned curvaceous lady walks in the shop with a white red flowered dress to a
knee height and brunette hair touching her shoulders.
He hurriedly persuaded her to join him
but she completely refused saying she was waiting for someone important, as she
sat at the table opposite to his she kept looking at her golden watch impatiently.
Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours but David did not turn up since
he was with Sharon who he worked with at the Accounting Consultancy. Due to the
nature of the work David was employed under he was forced to stay at the
Consultancy dealing with a client’s books. This even forced him to forget the
date he have with Norah. Suddenly with little hesitation the woman closed the
book, from which she was reading this poem and paces off from the African Unity
Square Park since it was now dark. Briskly she walked towards the Copacabana
bus rank to border commuter bus to Budiriro, she has lost track of time
enjoying the priceless work of art she cherished.
