CORVUS

He paced back, and forth in the room that had a ceiling which reminded him of the Sistine Chapel art. Then he stopped to stare at his lady, and her beautiful curly dreadlocks all tossed about her dark copper toned face. Michelangelo himself would have most likely tried to sculpt something which sort of resembled this non-winged angel. He wanted to lean in forward, and give her a final embrace. But decided it was best for him to quickly pack all his belongings, and skedaddle.

He called for a taxi right away. Once it arrived, he grabbed his stuff, and marched out of the mansion through the back door. No one noticed him leave around the witching hour.

The drive away from what had been his home for a long while had not been an easy one. All he could think about was his lady.

He felt a stream of tears begin to slowly trickle down from the corner of his eyes. The thought of his close buddies seeing him in such a manner would have drive them into heaps of laughter. He had told them when they were just little boys that his father had mentioned to him when they were out fishing that, “grown men do not cry…!’’ If only his father could have seen him now, too. He would not be proud at all, seeing his little boy now a grown man sobbing in the back of a taxi.

When he arrived at his final destination, he took the sights in. There was only a small crowd of folks in a marketplace. Some folks looked as if they were ready to go out fishing; sights of a few lads holding bunches of newspapers in their hands brought a smile on his face.

With a slight hop on his step, he galloped into a nearby office. There he noticed a young boy sitting at a desk. He approached him, and asked, “Are there any job vacancies in this here town, kid?’’

The young lad blinked his eyes at first. He stared at the man as if he was asking a question in another tongue. The kid slowly blinked his eyes, “Oh…sorry..eh— you looking for a job?’’

He handed the man a large form which he told him to fill out, and hand back to him. Once he did that, the kid handed him a briefcase that at first the man looked puzzled. The kid smiled at him, “It’s for your new job. The only one that is available is street namer. Ah- the former one did not live up to the horrors and thrills of the work.’’

“You must be joking. Right?’’

The kid shook his head after bursting out into laughter. “Nope. Anyway, I wish you all the best of luck, my friend, because you are going to need it!’’

#CORVUS. 20.06.2025