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Family Jitters

I think it’s safe to say that

Your jitters have kicked in.

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We were two weeks away from home

And you had already done your tourist homework.

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Strung

It’s a weekend night and I’ve picked my best suit for tonight – an ebony blue, single-breasted suit – with a white shirt with prints of sails you’d notice if you looked closely. I kept the tie plain, matching the suit in colour and the shoes a teak oxford. The highlight of the outfit was a secret – the multicoloured striped socks with stripes in outrageously bright shades of yellow, orange, red, and maroon. I brushed my hair back and then ruffled it lightly. And finally, I dabbed some mahogany musk to the designated pulse points before putting the white handkerchief in the right back pocket of my pants. I left the phone behind as I picked up my wallet and, stepped out onto the street with a black trench over my shoulders and a clear umbrella in hand – just in case. Continue reading Strung

Colouring

He sipped on double espresso while the sky wasn’t yet struck by sunlight. He was dressed in a crisp white button-down paired with a pair of lightly plaid khaki pants tapered at his ankles that stayed on his waist with the help of a walnut brown leather belt. The back of his neck was plastered with droplets of cold water that fell off his washed hair. He smelt of musk flavoured cocoa – odd in theory but intriguing in practical. The one-day-old stubble brought more shadows to his jawline, bringing out its sharpness. He liked to sit outside, next to the benches, on the smoothened rocks. You could see rays bounce off the marigold here and, the wind danced to ballads in ballet.

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Arranged

There’s a steady drip from the tap, dancing on the steel utensils in the sink. The sun is fast asleep, perhaps just fretting about a little before it wakes up. I switch on the lights, squinting to not startle the sleep I already broke. I gently shut the door behind me as I walk in, scanning the kitchen to locate the shelves I need. I glance to my left, at the daisy clock he’s put up. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I remember telling him about the geyser being left a few minutes too long, as I stirred the tea leaves, in the morning while I got busy in the kitchen. All he said was “Hm.” as he passed me the cup of milk. I’m not sure when he got the clock but I stepped in the next morning to find the daisy hanging on the wall. 

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