s.lors - lor’s third person
- Jun 20, 2024
- 3 min read
this one comes with a song!!!!!!!!!
Loretta was feeling a romantic sense of silence. It was 73 degrees and she had nestled herself into a net-woven hanging chair that dangled off a horizontal pillar on the patio of a snack shop, Croquis. She was slightly uncomfortable, but paid the fact little mind. The chair’s cushion had been removed because the rain of the days earlier had soaked it and nobody bothered to give it a wash, and as such Loretta could feel the chair’s tight ropes on her legs. She shifted every once in a while, unable to discover a position perfect enough to take away the quiet pain of the rope imprints that would soon cover her legs when she stood up. Despite this discomfort, Loretta had a rare, serene feeling in her heart. She had in her ears a pair of beaten earphones. She loved them- their transparency allowed her to enjoy the sounds of the breeze that was just strong enough to sway her chair while enjoying the song that she had been liking these days. The wind trilled with contentment as it took the folds of her shirt for a billowing dance. Loretta’s hair was covered loosely with enough space for the breeze to touch her neck. She adjusted metal glasses and looked up to absorb the sky. It was a beautiful blue, not cloudless, perfect to stare at.
Croquis was closed and Loretta was sitting alone. She lounged back as far as was comfortably, spinning the chair in circles with her sandaled feet, and fumbled with the smooth notebook in her lap. She took the pen attached to it and, giving the sky’s pretty blue one last glance, directed her gaze down to the empty page in front of her. The pen clicked, but Loretta’s hand did not move for a while; she watched the lines of the shining white paper, studied them, until a palatable thought took ahold of her fingers and directed them towards the paper. The pen’s ink was a loud shade of red. She scribbled a little before her hand went limp and she pushed her eyes yet again towards the sky. As she admired the sky attentively, a small figure soared in the blue, in the distance, whizzing past. Loretta squinted to see it was a bird, an odd shade of green, like that of the potted pincushion moss that was ledged on the nearby shelf of Croquis’s patio. The bird streaked across the sky at a kind pace while Loretta had locked her eyes onto it. She continued watching until it had flown out of her view, the roof of the snack shop blocking it. Her fingers grasped towards the strange green bird then dropped themselves as it disappeared.
The sun was preparing to make its ascent to the deep, but the sky retained its perfect blue. The sun was due to set in near an hour. The overlaps of Loretta’s long white shirt ruffled against each other as she picked up the new notebook, its first page now stained with a blaring red ink. She had only filled one page. ‘I hoped for more,’ she thought, but she did not take out the pen from its string attachment to the book’s fake leather cover. Another day had virtually passed with less progress than the one that visited before. Loretta climbed her way out of the chair with a gentle wince and stood on the patio. She raised her hand to block the rays of sunlight that hit her face. She hadn’t expected them to be as harsh as they were, given the time of day. Stooping down, she straightened her shirt and the cuffs of her pants, then slipped the notebook into her back pocket.
<Indeed, Loretta doomed herself, in all aspects, to a destiny of wanting more, more, more and never choosing to scale the hill in order to achieve it.>