Archive for September, 2015

September 27th 2015

Monday, September 28th, 2015

The blue sneakers with the tiny Union Jack labels were a contrast to the delicate velvet pumps with an elegant Pom covering the front.

“Where are you heading to?” Asked the pumps.

“Meeting Peter for the game.”

“The game?” And a couple of beats later, “the boys at home are rugby mad too.”

“How are Peter and the boys?” The pumps were betraying the twitching toes at the mention of the man.

The two Union Jack labels drew close to one another.

“Oh, they’re fine; he’s been promoted to area manager and Jonathan’s getting ready for his A Levels. Mark is fine too.”

“So happy for Peter and you for the promotion.”

The laces and poms were now almost mirroring their respective nervous postures, all the time attempting to use the train’s movement to hide the obvious anxiety of their wearers.

“Well, give my love to everyone!”

“Will do and you too!”

And the train doors shut closed.

The pumps stood alone deep in thought.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

September 27th 2015
The blue sneakers with the tiny Union Jack labels were a contrast to the delicate velvet pumps with an elegant Pom covering the front.
“Where are you heading to?” Asked the pumps.
“Meeting Peter for the game.”
“The game?” And a couple of beats later, “the boys at home are rugby mad too.”
“How are Peter and the boys?” The pumps were betraying the twitching toes at the mention of the man.
The two Union Jack labels drew close to one another.
“Oh, they’re fine; he’s been promoted to area manager and Jonathan’s getting ready for his A Levels. Mark is fine too.”
“So happy for Peter and you for the promotion.”
The laces and poms were now almost mirroring their respective nervous postures, all the time attempting to use the train’s movement to hide the obvious anxiety of their wearers.
“Well, give my love to everyone!”
“Will do and you too!”
And the train doors shut closed.
The pumps stood alone deep in thought.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

September 20th 2015

Monday, September 21st, 2015

“The front, middle or back?” Asked the partially obscured face of the young woman at his local cinema.

“The back, please,” he replied, wondering whether he would be the third wheel For many an amorous couple.
The romance turned out to be reserved for the screen alone, and the audience was the perfect epitome of the cinema-goer immersed in the story.
On his way out, he overheard a middle-aged lady joke with the man holding her hand, “Sam won’t get kissed if she let’s him take her to this one!”
Peace and love,
Ja‘far

September 13th 2015

Sunday, September 13th, 2015

“Latte ready!” the Spaniard called for the tall gentleman in a dark navy suit and red tie.

Passing time by the breakfast fridge with shelves of muesli plastic pots, the young man was in no hurry.
“Your coffee is ready, sir.”
“Thank you,” he said, hanging back.
“By the way, the sandwich platter was good.”
Taking a couple of beats to remember, her face lit up with the recognition.
“Oh, that’s good.”
And then, the conversation they’d had last week returned to her.
“Did you enjoy the screening?”
Blatantly, hoping for the question, “it was magical; I couldn’t have hoped for a better audience.”
“Sorry, can I have a cappuccino, please,” gingerly asked the woman in a dark jacket and smart bag.
Peace and love,
Ja‘far

September 6th 2015

Tuesday, September 8th, 2015

Black filter coffee, please,” requested the office worker in a dressed down attire.

Behind him stood a middle-aged chap in a grey suit and red face.
“Hello, I ordered a platter for five people,” his nerves breaking out in his voice.
“Black filter!” the barista announced in a Spanish accent.
Waiting for the platter, he glanced down at his phone, loosened his tie, and checked his mobile again.
“The platter is coming up,” a beat.
“Good luck with the meeting!” the Spaniard said, trying to ease the man’s tension which was verging on becoming infectious.
“It’s a screening for my film,” he replied, keen to escape the moment too.
“A short film, really.”
“Ah, what is it about?”
“Well, eight years ago, I was..”
“Platter for five?” asked a voice.
“Good luck!”
“Thank you!”
And he was carried away by the stream of office workers rushing with brief cases and steaming cups.
Peace and love,
Ja‘far

August 30th 2015

Thursday, September 3rd, 2015

The lift doors slid to be together, just before the man with briefcase could sneak a foot between them.

 ”Hello,” whispered the twenty-something girl with the unkempt shoulder-length hair that made her even more attractive.

 The object of her attention was a young man, overflowing with benign energy and a great smile to boot; he was busy tapping into his phone.

 The older gentleman toyed with his briefcase, uncertain if the chap had registered the greeting, for he was now standing next to him awaiting the lift.

 The girl hid in the blatantly made-up topic she was probing with her friend. Both young ladies were surreptitiously eyeing this Adonis descendent.

 As the lift doors parted, and the handsome one stepped in, the grey hair and suit couldn’t help but cough to draw the younger man’s eyes to the girls standing behind.

 Alas, he was too engrossed in his mobile screen to look up.

 The doors slid together.

Peace and love,

Ja‘far