The w's

In tv shows, how are the men's hair neat and trimmed, the mustaches and beards groomed; and the women have sparkling skin and no hair even when they are stranded on an island with no supplies?

These glorious summer days

I wake up at 7. The sun is making it hot and I am excited about today. We have had 15 days of glorious vacation and we have 15 more to go and I am enjoying every minute of it. I make breakfast- Toasted bread with strawberry preserve, carrot juice and a mug of coffee. I leave some out for you. I go for a run. The music pounds in my ears and I wave at the grocer when I pass him by.
The roads wind. The trees are green and there seems to be a harmony in their cries. On the way back I pick up newspapers- all three of them on this small island. You like reading all the comic strips. I enter the house to have the clock chime 9 o'clock. I look at the kitchen table. You are still asleep. I put on some fresh coffee.
I go for a swim in the small lake a few yards away from the patio. The water is cool. I try touching the bottom of the lake- maybe I will tomorrow. I can hear your loud singing now. You can't sing if your life depended on it. I see you get the bicycle ready for a ride. As I near the house I smell the lunch. Eggplant and Parmesan, minestrone soup and strawberry shortcake for dessert.
After lunch we will sit around. I will pretend to paint and you pretend to read a book, the same page everyday. We kiss, we cuddle, we touch...In the evenings, we listen to smooth jazz and dance. I step on your toes and you tap me on the nose. We take out our dinner out to the patio. Watch the shimmering water, the shiny stars and the lazy moon. We sleep to the sound of crickets and the occasional owl.
We do the same thing every day, will do it for the next few days...these glorious summer days.

The W's

# How can a person speak underwater when drowning without any air support whatsoever, in movies and tv shows?

The mask

My face is flushed. My ears are hot. I can not stand in the spot but I swallow all semblances of dignity and nod my head. The customer is extremely unhappy with the food he ordered and  is not mincing any words letting me know what he thinks of the filet mignon he just ate. I agree that everyone should be happy to eat the food for which they paid the moon for. I decide to give him a free meal next time he comes and he seems to appreciate it.
I go out for a smoke. I loosen my tie and lean back on the wall. I get a call from my wife. I smile as   I pick it up;I remember the kiss that she gave me in the morning. She sounds brusque. And tells me she is moving out. She is sorry that this will come as a shock. She will have her attorney contact me with papers. "Her" attorney was "our" attorney. "Her" attorney is also the man she cheated on me with. I stub the cigarette, straighten my tie.
There is a new couple seated in a corner booth. They seem to be wallowing in money. The man has a full head of silver hair. The lady has diamonds twinkling in her ears. Both of their faces showed evidence of their apparent long life. I approach them. They are extremely polite and speak with a smile in their voices. I like them. I charm them. I make small jokes, compliment the lady on her baubles. They consult me when ordering their meal and I also suggest a nicely aged wine to accompany. They finish their meal. I check if they want to order dessert and understand it's their 45th anniversary. I congratulate them and am genuinely happy to see them celebrate it. I bring them their bill and wish them a good night. I get a hefty tip.
All I take back to an empty dark house is a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The W's

# Why do ghosts come out only at night/when the power gets shut off?

# How come haunted houses are dark even during day light?

#  What happens to the henchmen who get killed in the movie- what do they tell their family?

The morning after

I check my shirt once again. No spots, no stains..that's good enough. I comb my hair with wet fingers. I sniff my arm pits. They don't smell. I spray some deodorant on for a good measure. I check the sky outside- blue and bright, like the way I feel. Happy and light.
I check my hair. A bad hair day. I pull it back in a ponytail and look at my dress again. I smooth out the creases and wrinkles and wonder if  I should change my dress. I go back and forth on my accessories and decide that I am fine with what I have on. I look outside. I hum a tune.
The guys are in a huddle...they spot me coming and wolf whistle. They slap me on my backs.
The girls all ooooh me when I sit down. They wink at me and giggle. I feel one coming up myself but restrain it.
She is right in front of me. Her hair is one silky waterfall. Her earrings twinkle in the light. The teacher is talking something about calculus but who is paying attention. I wish hard to get her to turn and she does. A small smile.
He is behind me. I feel shivers on my back. I know he is staring at me. I turn and give him a smile. I feel different and yet the same.
I can't wait for school to be over so we can do it again...maybe recess.
I can't wait for school to be over so I can be with him again..I am going to the prom with him..
She is hot.
I love him!!

Dearest...

I clench the phone tightly. I can hear the rings and dread the second I will hear your voice. You probably are doing the same on the other side. You pick it up. I whisper your name, you sigh. We both stay silent. I take a couple of deep breaths and I can not say anything except your name once again. My eyes are full of tears and I am choking.
When your name popped up on my chat window, I was grinning at the prospect of an awesome talk with my bestie. Instead you tell me you have lost your mom. And what kind of a friend am I to ask your number again and ring you.
I think of the times I was at your place, talking to you and your mom. Thinking of the laughter that we shared in the last visit. The way she put her hand on my head to bless me. Oceans seem trivial in front of the rush that makes me want to be near you.
I say I am sorry. And you ask me not to cry. I ask you to be brave and I promise I am here for you. I wish to heaven there were words that I can speak to tell you what I feel. I mourn your loss. I worry for your future. We repeat the same sentences over and over again and yet it makes perfect sense. I spend a sleepless night and I know your day wouldn't have been any better.
You are the bravest person I know, the prettiest mommy I know and the best friend a girl can have. And this is a promise to be right by your side..