Sculptor’s Story

“Pavement was covered with dried leaves; trees were blooming spreading the fragrance and colors. A warm day of spring set perfect stage for that romantic walk. He was overwhelmed with love and admiration for her. His senses where tickled with touch of her soft palm. They walked hand in hand slowly in silence. He knew she always enjoyed his playful nature, they stopped near the fence and he sat on it. Offered his hand in charm like a dancer, she need help to climb over the fence for sure. In these romantic moments body and mind would dance in synchronized rhythm. There wasn’t any reason I would say but I am not sure, for her body to let her mind down. Complex gastro intestinal reaction in her body produced some unpleasant sounds of nature. His eyes are filled, trees looked withered, flowers looked dry and dull, warm day felt as heat of hell. Her palm felt like dirty mold of moist clay. “

“Next day it rained and washed away their love“

Sculptor’s narration went to a pause, and then he lighted a cigarette.

Though I haven’t met sculptor in last few years I could not bury this story he told me. It came to my mind many times; I saw its interpretations change. These lovers reincarnated; they loved, admired, strolled through the same pavement and finally lost on the way somewhere.