Lacuna

Subway To You

The straphangers were dancing as the trunk moved. The dim blinking light reflected on the windows, and dusk orange rays penetrated within. The inside was capacious.

A mother with a child, a middle-age man trying to keep himself awake, and the lad who was busy in his world of books, his grey bag on his lap. The truck reached its designated station; she got off the platform. Walking up the stairs, she entered into a more hassle bustle life. Making her way, among the perfume, sweat and different texture of clothes.

Standing near the pole, waiting for the light to turn green, skipping her way on the zebra crossing. She took the over-bridge. Looking over the railing, viewing the cars, flyers distributor and few blinding lights as a gentle breeze blows, her hair straightens . Climbing up, and spreading her delicate arms; nobody stopped her. Extending the leg onto the air, as there was a translucent flooring. Next thing you knew. She was standing in mid-air.

No one seemed to notice her, everyone was busy with themselves, friends, phone calls, or just making fun of people as they walked pass them.

A gust of wind made her hair dance in the air; it was from the north. Taking languid steps and still floating. A flurry overwhelmed her within,, as she started to run towards the direction of the wind; the wind speed decreasing. Her hair danced as she jumped and ran, and witnessed the breathtaking sight of the sunset. The sky turned from orange to pink to purple to blue.

The streetlight, the boards, the shops, and the apartment were filled with lights.

She heard the sound of the piano, and turned left; the wind had already stopped. Peering through the rusted window. A lady cooking, siblings play, a college boy doing homework. Hearing the melancholy of the piano playing; she moved to the other window.

Found him.

Her hands pressed against the window; penetrate through. She was standing behind him. He was playing delicately. In a blink of an eye, she was sitting on top of the piano; his slender fingers were so sickly. His eyes were closed; fully focused. When he opened his eyes, the hem of her dress came against his sight; he looked at me, jolted back and fell on his back. She was flabbergasted, then chuckled from the piano. He crawled back, eyeing her warily.

"What are you?" He questioned. A soft smile appeared on her lips, as she jumped off the piano and walked towards his wardrobe. Holding the photo frame, which was on top, on her hands, she creased on the glass that protected the photo. A young boy with his adorable baby sister.

"Hey, give it back." He tried to catch it from me but she capered away from him and sat on the piano.

He gasped. "You will break that."

"You don't need to worry about that, darling. My weight is non-existent. But have you mended your bond with your sister?"

His eyes trembled against the light, he turned his on the other side. "How do you-" He paused-

"It isn't your matter, and get out of my room." He spoke, still looking at the other side.

"I wish to do so, but I cannot, also I have limited time."

She came into his field of view, and the young man leaned his head back. She spoke, "But before I go. Let me tell you a few words. You may never know when someone's time is up. You might die tomorrow or your sister. Someone has to make a move and I think you should first. Even if you are angry,"

She sighed, closed her eyes, and shocked her head. Turning around, she walked towards the window. "You are calm, sensible and reasonable. Fix it. At least you tried, if it doesn't work out, that is another thing. But give it a go alright."