Posted by Jai Narayan on September 17, 2004, at 20:46:26
It was a humid night on the peninsula. My sculpture class had ended. A young man from the class had asked me to meet him. I told him where I was staying and that I could be at the swing set near the graveyard. He said he’d meet me around midnight. I crawled out of the window of my room at eleven pm to meet him. I stood in the mist. Then I jumped onto the swing and swung till I was nauseous. The yard was on the corner of two quiet streets and cars would come up the street stop and keep going. I waited till one am. I was crushed. The dew was heavy on my clothes when I climbed into my room window. My mother was sitting on the bed waiting. She looked angry.
“Where have you been! What were you doing!” she said in a menacing tone.
I thought about how she had been flirting with one of the handsome art teachers. She had been out tonight. As I remembered she had been out every night. I had been home alone for my entire two week class.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing....,”I pleaded.
She burned with disbelief.
poster:Jai Narayan
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