Meteor

 

Concerto for Ochestra, Sz.116, BB 123

That was a quiet mid-summer evening. They lived in Grandma’s house. He still remembered, that cherry tree in front of her grandma’s house.

She was taking a shower in the bathroom. She said it was too hot, and she did not like to be sweaty. She said that was squishy and disgusting. While he was waiting, an indescribable heat rose from his body. The sweat even soaked his pants. He became fidgety, restless, and even manic. Finally, he snuck to the bathroom door. Through the frosted glass, he could vaguely see her figure, under the shower. When his finger touched the door, his heartbeat even overwhelmed the shower.  

Sweat was dripping from his hair. He looked through the gap, in the hot steam and water vape, and he saw her naked back. He couldn’t help but look down until his eyes stopped at her buttocks.

He snuck out. Nobody noticed. He lay on the ground, breathing like an exhausting male dog, regretting not staying longer.

He didn’t sleep so well that night. It was too hot, even if he took off his sweatshirt. The next day, she sent him back.

Long after that summer, he met her in a restaurant. At first, he didn’t recognize her, until they both saw each other. They did not greet, not even a smile, as if they did not know each other.

The next time they saw each other, was after a hurricane. The wind had broken the cherry tree in front of her grandma’s house. He saw her behind that broken tree but didn’t come up to her, instead, he was just looking, from afar, just like he was peeping through the gap on that evening.   

It was the mid-summer of another year. The only different thing was, that the town was struck by an enormous meteor. Under the red-hot burning meteor, he saw her, again. He screamed out her name, using all his strength.  She didn’t even look back.