Teodros Kiros - In a mood for Love

In a mood for Love

11 March, 2010 | Teodros Kiros (Ph.D)

It is raining slowly, during an

early autumn, when the streets

are flooded with orange-red

autumn leaves announcing their

presence to many admiring

passersby. The leaves are

trapped inside puddles big

enough to sail tiny boats.

The sky turns blue, and raindrops invade the avenue.

Andre had finished school for the day, and was heading home.
Shortly, before he took a sharp turn towards his house, a young
girl swings by, with legs and hips that attract his attention. She
slowly bends to pick a red-orange leaf, and glances at a
handsome boy behind her. His thick moist lips, his large ears
proportional to his face, and his sinewy body stimulate a fleeting
glance, but that does not stop her from minding her business,
and continuing her deliberate walk. He could not determine the
meaning of the glance, and yet decides to pursue her.

His eyes lavish attention on her body, first the legs, then the
hips, and then her deliberate walk, which exude confidence and
purpose. He consumes her body with his hungry eyes.

Andre is in a mood for love.

Andre leaves no doubt that he is simply stunned by her looks.
His eyes say it all, and his thin fast legs propel him to follow her
footsteps, without being noticed.

She walks well over a mile, past many small and large streets
filled with little shops, salons, and cafés. He devotedly follows
her every step of the way. Not once does she turn so that he
could take a second look at her, to assure himself that she is
indeed beautiful, and that his eyes are not deceiving him, as he
learned from his philosophy course about the unreliability of our
senses, particularly when we fall in love at first sight.

That is not happening. He hopes that it will happen before she
vanishes.