It was an
unseasonably warm October morning though her Ladyship the Sun was playing
peek-a-boo behind the fluffy clouds. The leaves had started to turn a beautiful
golden brown, some still barely hanging from the limbs of trees but most formed
a luscious yellow-brown carpet that covered the tree-boardered alley. The crackling
dry leaves under my feet had a strange uplifting effect on me. The park was
oddly deserted that morning. I had it all to myself. The joy of working from
home. No office hours for me. I took a swig from the lukewarm take-away coffee
and filled my lungs with the clean crisp air. A bird warbled somewhere overhead
but I couldn’t identify it. It could’ve been a finch or a redbreast.
I got to my usual
favourite spot and sat down on the bench facing the two old statues. As usual,
I greeted Aphrodite first.
“Good morning
Gorgeous. I trust you’re feeling well today.”
The voluptuous
goddess didn’t deign to reply and continued to gaze loftily at the distance.
“And how are you
handsome Adonis?”
That didn’t elicit a
response either. It pained me to see these gorgeous masterpieces covered in
grime and bird s**t. There they were, standing on their pedestals, stoically
enduring the onslaught of the seasons.
A couple of pigeons
strutted close by, pecking at the ground. I got my packet of sunflower seeds
out of my pocket and (Gee, see what I’ve just said? Pocket? Because people usually
keep packets up their a…s!)
Anyway, I threw them
a handful of the black seed. They immediately dived in and a whole flock
appeared from nowhere and joined the feast, including the ones perched on the
statues.
Allow me to stop the
narration at this point to make something clear. What you’re about to read will
seem so phantasmagoric (where the hell does that word come from? Don’t even
know what it means!) that many of you will roll their eyes and go “tsk tsk”. Only
those who’ve already read some of my other stories will believe me. They know
what kind of level-headed, serious, sensible, trustworthy and wonderful person
I am. I’m not given to lying or confabulating (damn, who’s slipping these words
inside my story?). If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never have
believed it. Back to the story.
As I watched the
frenzied feeding of the pigeons, I heard soft fluttering of wings and raised my
head, expecting to see another pigeon come join the party. What I saw instead
nearly knocked me off my bench. There, in front of me, about six feet off the
ground, hovered what I can only call a fairy. What else can it be? A stunningly
beautiful creature with the features of a girl. She was almost transparent. She
wore a very short skirt and had some sort of a tiara on her head. She was
looking at the statues with longing. She approached them and I clearly heard
her say:
“I grant you five
minutes of human life.”
She then raised a
wand and lightly touch each in turn. They instantly turned into flesh and bone. Aphrodite
turned to Adonis and smiled. (Did you know she had a crooked tooth? Hard to
believe, huh?) Adonis smiled back, stepped down from his perch and held his
hand for his companion. They then rushed into a thicket among the trees. I saw
the bush moving and heard the rustling of the leaves. The park rang with the
sound of laughter and squeals of delight. There were oohs and aahs and a moment
later, they emerged in the open, Adonis had a silly grin on his face and
Aphrodite’s cheeks were flushed. Adonis looked at Aphrodite with a twinkle in
his eyes and, breathless, told her:
“Tell you what. Now you hold the pigeon and I s**t on it.”