This is a new short story from me; just throwing around some ideas.
Hope you all enjoy.
A Kinda' Why
This evening at the new even now tree house; cobwebs spiral like rollercoaster, I'm alone. We leapfrog back into memories. That same encore of pears and cream, that encore of not yet, not ever the end; enchanting whistle like that of the elves;
I kinda' wonder where those wings flew; I kinda' wonder what happened to you. A kinda' why is all you'd said, standing on that purple balcony; never a proper answer rang true, chilling my bones like an electric hurricane, you flew.
Encore.
Running through the green grass, the big, big world in our view; even the sun couldn't blind us, or cause those little, pesky spots of blinded bits. Down by the river, river rushes rush around our rushing around frames, merrily blissful in the light of the friendly day.
Your hair changed golden with the blue of the sky; like some old fashioned movie, our skin turned sepia within the heat; that wasn't a day for briefcases.
Acting like little bastards, playing 'Knock and Run', just because we could; we had fun, you and I.
Water drops hung off our bangs, like naïve suicide. Not yet the end of the day, not even at eleven-fifty-nine-fifty-nine; our sleepover covers ruffled and undid its own insides. We didn't care though, giggling through the night.
Very happy, eyes closed happily into black, eyelash slits, yours too; I was so pleased I could make you laugh – it would've been a crime not to show off that smile.
We'd swapped clothes, just for the sake of it. My brown shorts hung high on your taller legs, and your green top covered almost past my thighs; a quick wink of the sun behind a cloud.
Our first fight, only about the memory of how we'd first met. I insisted it was at the park, you're determined it was at the beach; we don't even live near a beach.
A break in the shouts – some three weeks later.
"It was a pretty stupid thing to be mad about… But I was right, wasn't I?" Your voice is so fresh.
"Well; no, I-" I'm stubborn, but your eyes.
"Yeah – you were right" I succumbed, looking down.
We'd laugh.
The can of memories continues rolling; little holes where soup had leaked through, though not sharp or skewed at all;
We worked endlessly, taking wood and shaping it unprofessionally; climbing high, planting one over the other, closing all the gaps – all except for a tiny one in its base. Leaves came in but we were too innocent to notice.
Our tree house was complete.
The house-warming party was a hit; all the caterpillars and worms came that night; and we laughed again.
An ensemble, a merry melody; like a fresh beating Coeur in France, we strode; grass grew longer, yet we remained young, somehow. Amour in French was yet unthought-of of; all left in the sky, left it to the clouds to deal with such things.
The buttons on my shirt undid and we went for a swim; it was the best day of my life, at least until the day before or the day after that.
« J'ai eu un grand temps aujourd'hui, Matt » I felt a need to impress with my new tongue.
"We can't all speak French, you show-off!"
« Vous aurez à dire quelque chose » After all, he had mentioned liking the language.
"Erm… I can't speak French, so I'll let the funky music do the talkin', talkin'" Two gigantic laughs.
That night;
"I'll teach you"
"Teach me what?"
"French"
"You're crazy – I'm rubbish at learning anything new!"
"First time for everything"
"Fine" Matt complied, playfully.
I looked closely at his eyes, but he didn't move.
« Vous êtes les yeux sont magnifiquement bleu »
"Woah! Slow down, Tai; what did you just say?"
"Your eyes are blue" I lied.
I quickly snatched his hand, and spoke another translation.
« La main »
Matt repeated cutely; then, I moved his hand to the thumping faster thing in my chest.
« Cœur »
And that was all it took.
It all happened way too fast, after that.
A big, red box; an encore of hearts; opened up; a rose; a kiss.
Then, back to the end again.