Iz proljetne bilježnice

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Dan ispunjen upitnicima, uskličnicima, točkama, zarezima i dvotočkama. Sneno provirim ispod papirnatih kapaka provjeravajući pitanja (tko ih postavlja?), onda mi do ušiju dođu upitnici, stresem se (jesam li to ja?). Već spremna za izlazak gledam gdje ću staviti točku, koji predmet ću zatvoriti i odložiti ga u arhivu (nek se ne nada poljupcu) ili će završiti u kontejneru za stari papir. U javnom prijevozu rihtam zareze, to do listama dodijelim kvačice pa se smirim. Stigavši na drugo mjesto dohvatim se dvotočki, one su mi najmilije, poput igrača na ploči, gledam ih s visine, kombiniram, premještam teže na početak a lakše za kraj. Papirnati kapci zašuškali i ja padoh u san.

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Današnji dan je vjetrovit i prepun otvorenih svjetova (cvjetova). Drveće slavi proljeće i ne možeš se odlučiti koji cvijet je ljepši: bijeli jednoredni grozdovi ili rozi višeslojni krep papiri. Dok priroda buja ja šutim a ti postavljaš stotinu pitanja: „Kad ćeš se otvoriti? Što čekaš?“ Nije da nemam odgovor nego ti ga ne mogu dati, moram čekati da se otvorim. Nekad se to dogodi odmah i dugo ostajem otvorena (cijela stoljeća). Drugi put potraje nekoliko sati prije no što se otvorim i onda se neočekivano zatvorim (treba imati mjeru). Ima dana kad se ne otvaram ni pred prijetnjama. Šutim i čekam. Nepoznat netko komentira da spavam i puštam da pokraj mene prođe svijet. Neupućen nepoznat netko. Ne možeš ubrzati cvat, on zna kad će se rastvoriti. Tišina

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

A palm reader

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Another short story inspired by a March situation prompt – You have an uninvited guest at the party. My tale took another path so I will share it as it is.

A palm reader

Twenty people gathered around a long table in a restaurant for a fiftieth birthday. I checked the menu while my neighbours were discussing a new sushi bar praising a green smoothie as a starter of a day. My brain was screaming. Out of rage, I ordered a well-done stake but couldn’t swallow a bite. I was chewing on a salad when I saw radiating eyes looking through a window.

Her hair was grey and plated, but I couldn’t tell her age. I asked a waiter to pack food from my plate to take away. I excused myself and left the party. The lady took a stake for her dog and asked if she can read my palm in exchange for a fruit salad. I agreed.

As she was examining lines of my palm, she started to talk in a foreign language. She was smiling and putting on a severe face. Once she was done with reading, she finished the salad, took the last sip of a tea and left.

She was much younger on a picture, but I recognized her.  It was an obituary in a Sunday newspaper.   She was a circus performer, palm reader and a war pilot stationed in England during the second world war. I believed what she read in my palm was an adventurous life ahead of me.

© Marijana Mary Mrvoš

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya