08/03/2007
Jimmy looked at Jennifer then at the setting sun.
“You look as pretty as the sun.” he pointed.
The magic took place in both of them. “Thank you, Jim my boy. Heh! Haha.” giggles got a hold of them.
“Why do you always call me Jim my boy? I am not your boy. I am my mummy’s boy. Hmph!”
“Because your name got the word Jim and my. So put everything it would give me Jim my boy. See I am so clever.” the magic stayed on.
The wind cut across the field, and the setting sun passed them, and night took its place.
“I like the wind. It’s so windy. Eh! Your hair is blowing everywhere! So cute!”
“I also like the wind, very windy, but I thought whenever got wind means will rain later?”
“Really meh? I thought rain comes when the sky got too much water, need to release the water, or else, a lot of water would pour down, and then so many bad things would happen. And don’t think you will be very pretty after the water splash on you. Wet, wet not nice loh.”
“Eh!” the magic took on a different form. “I am pretty no matter what happens.”
“Come let’s go back now, or else later really rain.”
“Eh! But I want to stay here, the wind is so nice.” Jennifer begged.
“If you go back now, we still can buy lollipop at uncle Sam’s place. Very nice one leh! The sweet so sweet. Then must drink water.”
“I want sweet, but really must go now ah? Cannot stay a little bit longer?” her finger did a tiny whinny sign, pinching them together but yet allowing a small gap between the two fingers and her eyes peering through it.
“Ok. Just a little while.” Jimmy imitates her gesture.
They sat there silent, and the wind whispered into their ears. Though whispers it may be, words were not its medium, instead the sound of nature. The leaves danced according to the wind’s decision, and the leaves danced in swirls and turns, their steps so graceful and neat. The tree that they sat under received another letter from the two little children.
“Ok lets go.” Jimmy stood up and offers his hand.
Jennifer abided and they walked backed home, hand in hand, guided by the wind’s whispers.
And still the magic did its work on the two little children.
Scintillate, Sparkle, Shine