“If your hands are warm...”
Friday, 9. January 2009, 15:04:16
The weather was cold and wet here in her hometown. Sitting on the attic alone, the cold almost overwhelmed her, and she could feel it with every of her sense. Was she thinking about him at this moment? She wasn’t sure. She just missed her icy cold hand grasping his. It was the first time she touched him, not in a romantic place but a dirty road downtown filled with people and vehicles. They walked in the jammed and chaotic street as the pavements were occupied by ugly food stalls. It was dangerous, of course, but they had no choice.
They strode side by side but there was quite a distance between them. Was it a visible or an invisible border? Or both? An outsider hardly tells. Neither did they themselves! They did not seem to care about it nor about where they were going to. She narrated him her first love and her pain. He was silent and curious. He was listening. He knew he should remain quiet as she was longing for a good listener to pour her heart to. They kept walking. One talking, the other listening. Both stopped when she grasped his hand abruptly and pulled him towards the pavement. A motorbike or a bus or a car, she could not remember, which was honking sharply to her ear, nearly crashed into him.
She was embarrassed, and she let go of his hand when she realized his hand heating in hers. To break the odd silence, she commented quickly: “Your hand is warm. It is said that if your hands are warm, your heart is ... cold...”
“Oh, really?” He asked in half-doubt. She did not look at him but she imagined he was placing his hand on where his heart was...
WIDGETIZE
Des An # 9. January 2009, 15:16
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Wish you a nice Sunday.
Guyen # 14. January 2009, 03:07
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