THE TOP RIGHT PEACH
Minding my own business, there I was,
Minding her own business, there she was.
There were sun rays in that market and there were shadows of hats playing hide and seek in that market.
Nothing new, nothing out of the blue.
Mundane chore and crushed fruits all over the floor.
Fluttering rim of my teal dress arching and marching like a pawn from the game of chess.
I was zoned out only to get back in this place, by her snap- right infront of my face.
Slightly irritated, slightly confused, "Who was this that snapped me out of it?" I speak as I was bemused.
"Could you shift a bit? I want to reach for that top right peach." she asked with glee.
I glanced at her but sadly it wasn't a glace anymore as my eyes were stuck on her perky nose, her beady eyes....ah, mi amor.
My head moved the other way as it was too much to handle; ergo, I took a deep breath and goddamn she smelled like a cozy french vanilla candle.
It never happens but today it happened.
The whole market was no more tepid. Few muffled voices and showers of confetti but not so rapid.
I moved a little right, warning my brain to not act wierd alright!
I nodded my head and gave a shy smile, her lips curved too like the river Nile.
"Finally got everything on the list, let's head home." said the old voice tapping my shoulder. Their hand was cold but my heart felt colder.
Upon reaching, my legs went straight to the tiny house set.
Admiring its tiny doors, windows, cupboard and closet.
I can see her inside the closet — scared, afraid and a little tormented.
Deliberately staring at the closet real hard, wishing this miniature me would COME OUT and stand by the yard.
It takes courage little girl, it won't happen overnight.
For when you'll come out, I promise to show you the same market, where I saw this jollygood girl with a pile of peaches in her basket.
