Businge Abid Weere
“I am available Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday only”
Her nose flared slightly. A wave of irritation momentarily spread her sober face.
“Why?” she asked with just a drip of acid in her voice.
“because I am old.” He replied.
Her irritation was now annoyance. Her crown of grey hair glistened in contrast to his barely speckled black hair. He had a silver fox look.
She held her tongue. She had been begged to be careful with him . She needed him. To distract herself , she asked a meaningless question.
“how old are you?”
“Hhmmm.” He looked turned away from the sun beginning to hide behind the mountains. He seemed mesmerised by the various hues on display in the clouds.
“I was the first sunset on earth”
She froze. She was puzzled. She giggled.
“surely you mean you saw the first sunset on earth?”
“Nah. I was the first sunset”
Her poker face slipped.
“surely the first sunrise then”
“Nah. There has to be a sun for a sunrise to occur. I was the first sunset and sunrise”
“you are not the sunset now.” Her voice was almost shrill.
“Nah. Not anymore. I had to be so that everything could be”
She was silent . “Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday it is then.” Slowly but surely she fled the room.
He continued watching the sunset
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