her awakening
Why is he talking like that? and he's muttering money and household names of the nation like some child's play. I must've blushed because he smiled at me, glistening his foreign, stupid whisker. 'You should be grateful', he says while cracking a peanut on the table. 'I was there many years ago', he continues, 'lots of things have changed for the better'. His silence reminds us of his age that I can't so quite recall. Yes yes, I nod my head. 'With every bad, there must be good and with every good, there must be bad. That's just how the world goes', he said. Yes yes and I'm half conscious, nodding my head, listening to the peanut cracking, waiting for him to keep going. We sat there in silence as I look far out there, beyond the trees and the skies, for her consciousness to emerge, somewhere.