“We were here.”
Your shadow that begins to vanish and my shadow that chases after yours
Are like ducks,
Just like ducks.
“Breast cancer” she repeated and nodded to someone that wasn’t there.
“I’m not, to be honest.”
The man sighed, maybe watching the ground as an endless queue of ants were crossing the pavement. “What a waste” he thought not really sure about what he was referring to.
“Are you going to die?” he asked.
“Don’t know.” The woman lifted a corner of her mouth, trying to smile but failing. Miserably.
“Don’t die” he said then.
This time was the woman who sighed.
“I don’t wan to” she responded as the sun was slowly hiding behind treetops in front of them.
They remained in silence, both asking questions that they didn’t know the answers, and probably never will.
Time is a limited concept, he thought, barely seeing the ants.
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die, she thought watching at… nothing. Because how she was supposed to see something that wasn’t there?
The sun set. Some ducks flew. And it was dark and cold and she wanted to cry.
“Hey” she said, with her soft and trembled voice. “Will you take my hand when I die. It’s like a last will, I guess.”
He stopped watching the ground and at the invisible ants, rose his head to look at her face, covered by haze and some kind of dense darkness.
“Of course I will” he claimed, too sure about everything.
He took her hand (she was cold) and squeezed it; he took a long breath and blew out all the haze and darkess on her face. They started to dissapear. And meawhile he was waiting to see her face with clarity, the sun rose again.
Ducks crossed the sky.
Ants made a long queue again.
And he saw her face. Finally.
No, that didn’t happen.
“It’s all not true” he said a little dissapointed. “There’s nothing there, isn’t it?” he asked to the air between he and his empty hand.
He winked, repeteadly. Kind of waiting for something to appear, but it (whatever he could have been waiting) didn’t come. He grasped his hand.
“What a waste” he said and closed his eyes.
(The World keeps spinning).