Investing in Futures
I stood on the balcony, inhaling deeply, slowly, bathing my lungs with the fresh air of the early morning, enjoying the sound of bird orchestras, and the faint echoes of man and machine coming from the invisible boulevard behind the dancing clusters of whispering trees.
Julia, from the flat directly below, walks through the yard; it’s time for work. Her essence reaches me, awakening an urge to beat my chest and swoop down on a rope to whisk her away to my hide-out in the trees, though, I suspect the turquoise Fornarinas at the lower end of those exquisite, strong legs will surely stand in my way. Fabulous shoes. At the car. Keys. Turning around. Look up.
“Hi Alex! How’s it going?” Smiling. Beautiful. Brunette. Tight ass. Italian. Sexy. Dirty fantasy machine.
“I’m fine. Doing just fine.” Gripping the rail firmly with both hands and my back straight now. Give her my good side. Exude strength. Keep hope alive. For her. Unspoken.
“But, as you are aware, life can always be better.” Such potential, but caution is imperative – first loyalties are to hearth and home.
Car door unlocking to the playful laughter of her reply. “And you’re up really early. It’s one of those days, isn’t it! The better ones.” Julia, there’s a connection between us.
The daylight glistens in a stream off her neck and I know it smells good, but I’ve been down that road before and there’s only trouble waiting at the end: Mary was a nice neighbour too, but her best friend Amelia from Mauritius was a thousand times nicer, and at the first contact we felt our destiny and one thing led to another more wonderful, until Mary found out.
“It is indeed.” And I store her final smiles and waves of goodbye for the day of chance, when they’ll be recycled to hello, come in.
excerpt from current manuscript. Copyright©A.N Herbert