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The walk around the hills.

They kept walking in circles. In the distance far away was the hill.  He pointed and asked

He : Have you climbed the hill?

Yes, she nods

He (though he knows the answer) With another?

Her nod is a perfect head-bob ‘1-2, 1-2’. Then she continues without him asking

She: He left me alone there. I waited for him, but he kept running up and down, never staying.

He: And then?

She: I came down the hill.

They kept walking making chatter about sweet and sour yesterdays. After a point she asked

She: Have you ever?

He: Sometimes she would land first, then find out, Im still chasing butterflies in the foothills refusing to come up. Sometimes I would reach up before she had said it was okay and find myself alone.

He  (laughs.) : I’m better off chasing butterflies.

She walked faster. He had no choice but to follow. A question popped out of his mouth before he could even realise it –

He: Would you climb the hill again?

She shakes her head – No.

In my ways he knew that would be her answer. They walked closer, he kept talking – something or the other. To make her forget the hill. So he could forget it as well.

After a while she had to return home. She drew away , looked at him-

She: Where will you go?

He laughed. That was the only way he knew to answer questions he didn’t have answer to. She laughed with him. They embraced and left their seperate ways.

On the way he thought of her, their walk. He took out his phone , sent her a text – ‘we should walk together again’.


Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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