Three Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The DeafThree Lovesongs for The Deaf10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ash Wednesday, and everything is a mess.
People pillage the streets like pigeons in the street faire ahead, and I walk closer with my eyes darting curiously from cluster to cluster.
My senses are bursting like firecrackers. The scents of the street burn in my nose so pleasantly; my taste buds were so vacant and craving. I can almost taste the colors that shatter so exquisitely across the palate of cement-there are sunburst yellows everywhere I look. Oranges and reds, too. I wish you could have seen it.
I was never one for lemonade, but it is everywhere, and it looks divine. Lemons and sugar-more sunburst yellows. Citrus pinwheels dancing around in big vats of pungent juices. The thought alone makes me pucker.
Subconsciously I'm walking to the beat of drums in the distance.