Interesting things always happen in foggy days
“Interesting things always happen in foggy days” she said hours before as a spell; but she was not enthusiastic nor half-heartedly. She moved leading by the crowd, without feeling. The sardines didn’t taste as before, the smoke didn’t smell as before and the bonfires weren’t as warm as before. The city moved slow motion around her involved in a purifying smoke, exorcizing fortune spells and impossible wishes.
Monte Alto’s Caribbean played the soundtrack that led her to dreamland. She saw them in a hurry at midnight to burn the accidents, the dismissals, the robberies, the forgotten, the loveliness... She remained disconnected, watching the scene from another dimension.
It was that hand grabbing her leg that gave her back to reality. She looked at him. She smiled playing him down, let go of his hand trying to go back to her trance. He insisted. She looked at him again. “Too handsome to pay me attention without alcohol” she thought. He smiled asking for attention.
At last, she sat down close to him. He was not given every help; but he didn’t matter; he even got a beautiful smile from the distrust. She said goodbye before the night ended. “Too handsome to pay me attention without alcohol” she thought again watching him vanish in the fog. She would like to play him down.
One day she saw him again. “He will not remember me” she thought, as he was getting closer. She looked at him. He smiled asking for attention.