STRANGE

Strange is something unusual or unexpected. It makes you feel slightly nervous or afraid, surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand. He has some very strange ideas about women.

He walked along the midnight street toward the subway where the trains slid soundlessly down their lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air. Singing out of tune, he let the dirty escalator waft him into the still night air. It was a pleasant routine.

Turning the corner, he slowed as if someone had followed him. He'd had that odd feeling a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there, simply turned to a shadow and let him through. His cold nose detected a faint perfume, looking around. No one within his sight. He felt so weary, but he did not work much, after all, he thought. He was there completely alone, shuffling away.

Saying to himself how he liked the perfume, he was determined to buy one for his wife. He wondered whether she'd be pleased as to bringing a little change to their life, this new perfume.

Suddenly his feet tripped over something. Losing his balance, he comically stumbled, making a weird sound with hands up in the sky, and finally fell flat.

"Fuck!" Repeatedly he cursed when he thought he could. This was the time. A humming silence covered the night, drowning the sound. Yet it seemed to him that the world came tumbling down, spinning him round and round. How naive, he'd expected the little stars to fall.

"You all right?" a spectral voice spoke. His mouth moved as if he'd wanted to command stop but remained breathless and speechless, with such a load on his mind. He could hear her breathing and little by little began to make out silhouettes of a woman regarding him with a beautiful smile on her troubled face, that he felt he'd said something quite wonderful.

Remembering the magic monosyllabic word fallen in a deathless spell, he knew his mouth had only moved to say yeah, and then when she seemed totally hypnotized by his embarrassing gaze, he spoke again.

"Yes. I, I, I think. Yes. Definitely. I am fine. I. Fine. Fine." He answered awkwardly as a gentleman having hard times, stuttering. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if the woman had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he'd tripped, she'd simply turned to a shadow and let him through and now stood there as a flesh-and-blood woman with all her charm and beauty sprung up from nowhere. He felt thrilled but, to his own surprise, did not think of her as a prostitute.

Her head was half bent to watch him still lying flat. His bright eyes shone with tireless curiosity. It was a kind of gentle hunger touching over her shoes that stirred the circling leaves, some of them withered already. The leaves blew over the moonlit sidewalk. The trees overhead made a very pleasant whisper of letting down their dry colorful rain. A great number of stars glittered in the frosty sky. It was not cold, but the breeze blew cool. He felt her praying without knowing it was true. Her dress was white and it whispered, too. She was like an angel. And he caught himself dreaming, giving the reins to his imagination, feeling she was walking in a circle about him without once moving herself.

"Glad to hear it." rang in his ears. She raised her eyes from his staring face, a little uneasy. His swallowing gaze came to her as a kind of indecent proposal, his eyes unconsciously fixed on her breasts.

"You all right?" echoed in his mind. He gave himself time to think of it. Besides, he found the words caring, really caring, perhaps loving. He loved her voice, suddenly surprised at his thought of loving something.

"Actually," now his eyes moved, again fixed on the cream-tiled street, going nowhere, "actually, I don't know." He looked up to face the angelic woman again. Instead, he gave a sad glance at her vanishing swiftly across a lawn before he could focus his eyes or continue to speak. Yes, she disappeared like a snowflake on a summer night, hardly expecting her ever to return.

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