Marbles

Once upon the time, when time was sleep, there’s a man  who had a little boy inside in his, climbing the wall of time, drove his faithful car to reach one place where there’re more noises than just a breeze and water whisper. 

He broughts some beans, coins and dew in his backpack. He dropped all that things inside his bagpack put them among his bagpack’s permanent residences, such as seeds, flowers, leaves and some dark soil.

He wore his best coat, red transparant wavy one...with green head and purple word “Universe” on his left up arm, and shoes which had similar color with his pants, dark chocolate.

It was in the mid day, after the breeze exhaled for  the second time, he had his escaping jump.

Along the way of driving, he kept his mouth shut and praying that nothing could hear his dissapearing. Even he sometimes holded his breath or exhaled in really quiet way.

His faithful car run without track, so faithfully, trying to bring his master to find the more noises place that his master dreamed off.

In another place, where the noises’re too much, lived one friend of that man who had a  little boy inside his. She played marbles with him most of the time, for their colors and shape and their way of run and walk...which surely rolling and rolling. He and she’re new friend with their same believe that speed always be the important thing to have a good rolling of their marbles.

One time in between of that driving away time, there’s cloud and wavy wind. And the marbles’re abandoned. Rolling a little to the left side and to the right side. Among so much noises and the rolling marbles, she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, wondered about his road and if he could find the more noise place that he longed for.

Than one picture came, a city train picture, with the train shape became the center of the picture, came to a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, she. With the line above it “Ini kereta jalan di kota yg tinggal saya :) ”.

Since that time, she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, always tried to find him, he who had a little boy inside his, inside of the train picture everytime she who’s  a friend of him who had a little boy inside his, wondered of the road he who had a little boy inside his, had.

Story by Meitha Soekotjo, 16:04, 12/12/2011.

Picture by Caman Calmato Blue.