Do you have something to hide? I say, yes I do, my income sir, and he laughs, because he knows there’s nothing else he can do.
Her father never says much, except when he’s digging, probing, looking for reasons why I shouldn’t be with his daughter, gathering evidence to prosecute his case.
I stand on the balcony, inhaling deeply, slowly, bathing my lungs with the fresh air of the early morning, enjoying the sounds of the bird orchestras, and the faint echoes of man and machine coming from the invisible boulevard behind the dancing clusters of whispering trees.
Julia, from the flat directly below, walks through the yard; it’s time for work.
Her energy reaches me, and I feel the urge to swoop down on a rope and whisk her away to my hide-out in the trees, but the nice shoes at the lower end of her delicious legs hold her secure.
Hi Alex, how’s it going? She smiles upward.
Surely not as good as I’d wish, but I’m fine; trying my best.
Such potential, but caution is imperative.