Loved & Lost (Nov24)

Newsprint under the fingernails? Yuk... Oh. Ah. Thank you. That was nice, much obliged. Scarf without warning shooting a close, very particular and broad broad-side smile. Yah! You don't get 'em any better than that served up on a platter. There you are. Catch!... Wasn't she under escort? Tall guy... All the folds and layers bolster it, puff it all up. Such ease in manner. Wrapped and shrouded they have more confidence, the inner lioness sitting secure. Camel colours; camel and sandy fawn, with a dash of red. Arab. Here he comes with the plates and immediately rounding back for drinks. Got him on a string, tall Indian, couple years her junior. Always advisable to survey the ground; fools rush in, &etc. Yesterday on the No. 7 just around the corner on Guillemard, tall lass mid-20s, girl-next-door type racing to catch her ride. Sometimes the Mainlanders are difficult to tell from the locals, plenty well-heeled in the condos near the river there. Good run, well done; made it easily in the end. Could not be local with that athleticism—Singaporeans groan and complain at two minute walks to the stop. Aboard passing close, the young woman needed congratulation. Good morning, she responded. No, not Good morning. Good running. Big smiles. Pleasure. Dawdling. Ahm. Ah, ah… We fail. Goes to take a seat in back. Hello; goodbye. Striking up on the bus rapido not unknown by any means; needs all the cards falling right-side up, however. The once or twice the young woman was subsequently observed the long veil of jet on the aisle-side curtained her bowed head down on the screen. Twenty minutes later somewhere near Grange Road, around Devonshire, Takashimaya and Kinokuniya not two minutes off, the figure glimpsed alighting. By that stage the shy Cavalier had taken a seat the other side of the padded post, For the remainder of the ride incommunicado. Twenty minute universe of reverie passing through the glass of the window to the outdoors in the usual mooning. Multi-verses to the end of time, the Big Bang and return. If only the pen was as quick as the brain. Sigh. Doors opening. Brief glance in the direction. Oh. Oh, there you are. Your stop? In an easy spring one foot onto the pavement. But then, wait. A turn. Oh! A look angled around the post indeed. Oh Gee. Fare thee well. Fare thee well. Smile the length of a mile and brighter than the day. Raised hand saluting too. Adieu. Darling. I love you.