THE GUITAR

I took a breath, followed by another deep one. The smell of Ibiza made me dream the fantasy.

I stood up and walked along the beach wishing I had someone to hold hands with. Alone, I walked by the beach and turned towards the sky. It was dusk already. I walked towards the water involuntarily. Soon, I was surrounded with water till just below my knee. 'Life hangs on the thinnest of strings'.

I screamed on top of my voice with all my energy and laughed endlessly. A second person seeing this would approve me as a mentally instable lady or in simple words ' a crazy woman roaring in middle of a beach', but who cares, it's just upon the first person and that's myself. I walked towards the hotel with a smiling face of satisfaction. I got into my room and changed my clothes. I was too tired to go out again but I did it anyways.

I bought a packet of cigarette and took one to smoke. With the lighted cigarette I sat on a chair in a cafeteria where live music was played by a handsome young man with an acoustic guitar. I had a similar one back in the days. Not me, he had it, I used to steal it from him and play it secretly by the beach. I laughed as I thought about those scenes.

"Tayen. Where are you? Tayen! I won't scold you come on out."

From behind the curtains a small head popped out.

"Sorry Leo. Please don't shout at me. Please."