A LIGHT VEIL – 4

Ultimo appuntamento con i racconti brevi dedicati agli asciugamani FILA: essi, muovendosi leggeri, rivelano le emozioni dell’essere umano.

4 September 2022

Ants

As I pour some wine in her paper glass, the wind touches our hair softly, in a gentle way, as an announcement of the upcoming end of Summer. It’s just the two of us here in the park, we’re a couple of small dots on a large green brush stroke. We argued a bit while we were on holiday, so I thought that a last-minute picnic could be appreciated. I made some sandwiches, I bought a cake, I went to pick her up (in the end, even if she will never admit it, she likes this kind of surprises).

I personally chose the point where to eat, and I started to lay down a big FILA towel: as I flattened its folds on the ground, I saw her looking at me, laughing, I think she found that vision of me funny.

I pour some wine in her paper glass trying to talk smart – that’s another thing that makes her smile.

‘Do you remember Enduring Love by Ian McEwan?’.
– ‘No, I don’t’.
– ‘It’s not possible, we also watched the movie, do you remember it? The one with Daniel Craig and Samantha Morton, it took me the entire night to set the right subtitles’.
– ‘Oh, yes, I feel asleep on the couch’.
– ‘Right’.
– ‘You are the one who reads, you know it. What is the book about? Why should I remember about it?’ she asks while eating bread and butter.
– ‘Because it starts right with a picnic. It’s the story of an Engligh couple having a picnic in the park; at a certain moment they witness a hot-air balloon falling down. They save the life of a psychopath from it, and by doing that their lives are never going to be the same again’.
– ‘Would you love to see our afternoon interrupted and compromised by a crazy man driving a balloon?’
she asks me laughing.
‘No, I don’t’ I reply ‘it just came up to my mind’. I pour some more wine.
She holds my hand, the wind is breath that tastes green.
‘I don’t know why you live with this feeling to amaze me all the time. The books your read, the movies you watched…Sometimes living is much easier’.

A gust moves up the only piece of fabric I couldn’t fix to the ground. Under it, a bunch of ants, a bundle of black dots climbing our sandwiches.
‘Damn!’ I say, trying to save everything I can. But once she stops me and takes my hand: her eyes, her smiling eyes, invite me to see that show. A bunch of ants attacking everything I prepared for that the afternoon.
There’s nobody here in the park, just the two of us, two small dots in the green. The ants are a living banquet under our eyes: we observe them eating, we hold each other.

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Born in Biella in the foothills of the ltalian Alps, WONNIE is a ski-loving white bear. Because he is from the snow­covered Alps, he is vulnerable to hot weather, and despite his size he has timid personality so he is always blushing. WONNIE is a gentle bear with heart of gold who easily find faults with himself even with small things but never blames others.

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