Lacuna

Subway To You

She walked back to him and creased his head, messing hi hair.

Glancing at the door, then looked at him, and the piano. "Oh my time is up. I must leave."

"Wait!" She turned towards him. "Your name? And what are you?" She placed her finger near her lips and said, "It's a secret." with that she leaped through the window, jumping over buildings and street lights.

He stood there in shambles, until a soft voice made him snap. "Brother."

The photo frame was on top of the piano.

She stood on top of the streetlight of the park.

The man was smoking his cigarette; sitting on the bench, leaned forwards, and hands rested on his lap . He looked exhausted, and dead. Eyes blank, he brought the tip close to his lips.

"You will damage your lungs." She spoke, and the man jolted up and looked here and there. Then he looked up and shrilled.

It's late, young lady? You shouldn't be out?" He was mindful at first then became perturbed." Wait, why are you up there? You will fall, young lady."

The small smile never left her face. Before the man could process what was going on. She leaped, and landed smoothly on the ground, her bare feet, and jingles visible. The man was dumbstruck, his pupil widened, and his posture stiff.

"And you sir." She capered around him. "It's quite late, and you are sitting alone, smoking 20 cigarettes in one go."

"It helps with stress dear." he threw the cigarette on the ground and smashed with his feet. He eyed the girl in front of him. His eyelashes trembled, moist made onto his eyes, and a glossy was visible because of the light

"But it ruins your health, good sir."

"Don't call me good. I can't even be a better husband to my wife, that's why she left me." He fell back on the bench. Head leaned back.

She sat beside him. It's alright telling me sir. I don't mind."

After a pause. He started to speak, in that same same position; though she already knew about the whole event.

"You were good sir. Your wife was blind. You did everything for her. so she has not to worry about anything in the world. You wished that your wife would pay more attention to you when you came home. You would have liked to be greeted by your wife when you came home, after hours of work, just like your mother did with your father, am I wrong sir?" She stated it in a demure tone.

"You know so much. He chuckled, then upright himself. "Then you should know that she is happy.'

"Hmm." She languidly walked ahead, hands clasped behind her back, when suddenly she turned around to look at him.

He saw a glimpse of the universe in her eyes.

"Dear good sir, you are like a rare gem; once found a lifetime." The wind began to blow at her right. "Don't let the past drown you. I believe you will find someone who loves you dearly."

He looked down, moved. "Then." He looked up, she wasn't there. Standing up abruptly, he went to the position she once stood; looking around.

"Where did you go? "

She saw a little girl crying near the post box. It was really late now, and the time was ticking. She went towards the child, bent towards her level, and poked her head which sank to her knees. When she saw her, her eyes sparkled with tears and she got on her knees and jumped on my lap. She creased her hair, which was in a ponytail.

"I can't find my mummy." She said with her stuffing nose .

"I know, let's go look for her." She carried her in my embrace and leaped on the wall, then on top of the streetlight. She espied around, but it was dead silent. The air began to chill.

"What does your mother smell like?" She looked at her and squinted her eyes as she thought about it.

"My mommy likes wearing lilac perfume." she said with excitement.

She nodded, and took in a deep breath. Sweet smell of sleep, ground smell, and hint of lilac and chocolate. It's quite far. They were between the city centre and residential area, and the smell was coming from within the residential area; which was the opposite side from where they stood. She gazed at the direction, her face became complex. She followed the smell and was starting to get further, further away.

"Hold on." Holding her tight and the child grabbed onto her clothes when the words were utter. They leaped through the distance; from the streetlight, to the overboard, to the rooftop, until he stopped above another streetlight. The scenery changed and the houses were much different then the previous area. They saw a woman and a man calling out the girl's name, along with a countable number of people. The smell of lilac and chocolate were strong; almost like an irritation.

They floated down to the ground; opposite to them, and the girl, named Farren, placed her feet on the ground, as she held her delicate hands.

"Go now, they are waiting for you." She spoke close to her ears.

Farren ran towards her parents, hands spread like wings. Both the wife and husband turned and saw her. Next thing you know, The three were in each other's warmth; the father shrouded like a blanket to his beloved. The night shower did not cease immediately.

The gust of wind blew, but it was powerful, and cold.

It was mid of summer wasn't the air supposed to be bit warm.

Farren turned around, but no-one was there in sight.

"You are late." said the train conductor, as he punched her ticket.

"Sorry, caught up in stuff."

"Well I have been waiting for you." He said in a monotone. "You are the only passenger left."

"Oh everyone left early." She said as she looked around. "Looks like you too have a wonderful day, mister conductor."

He looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Please take your seat madam. We are about to depart."

The conductor turned about to enter into the control room when he heard her demure voice." It was kind of you. Thank you for waiting."

He closed the door fully. "Sit down, we will take off, and I am in the cabin. Call me for any urgency."

"Sure will." She gave a soft smile, and gaze at the closed door.

The engine started as the truck started to move. It jerked, and moved forward. The sound of the wheel rolling echoed.

"We are taking off." He shouted from the cabin.

She held onto the rails before the truck jolted and slowly lifted up in the air, and among the night sky, stars and clouds. They pass through city squares, residential areas, parks and apartments. She glimpsed down and saw a graveyard, and a particularly small grave had flowers, and small green blooming within.

"Weird. I don't see my name on my grave."

"Don't worry you will have one, once we go home."