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Love is in the Air
You reckon we should do it?
The Love Festival of the desert tribes lasts for
three nights in a row, at the beginning of summer.
In one of those festive night celebrations, Ma-Tilda
and Rabbi-Novitch were sitting together near the
bonfires, watching the dancing girls. The men only
played an instrument or watched. That’s because they
were not allowed to dance – and didn’t even dare
wishing it.
“Tilly,” he asked, “You like music?”
“Manhattan Transfer,” she said.
“Manhattan who?”
“Transfer.”
“Oh,” said Rabbi-Novitch, his eyes watching far beyond
the horizon.
“Would you like to walk with me to the shore of the
High Sea?” he turned and asked her.
“You sure we’re allowed to do that?”
“I’m sure we don’t,” he said, looking deeply into her
blue eyes.
A soft smile spread across their faces, they took each
other by the hand and walked toward the shore,
bypassing the Zoo Plantation.
When they reached the shore Rabbi asked: “Do you want
to do it with me?”
“We’re already doing it,” she said and nodded her head
to their hands which were still holding each other.
The boy looked at her for a moment and thought to
himself: “I guess we should wait a year or two and
then see.”
He hugged her softly and moved from side to side,
rocking gently to the rhythm of the distant music. She
joined him with a light motion and so they continued
for a long while, each contemplating their thoughts.
“I love you very much, Tilly,” he finally said.
She did not answer but her hug, so he felt, got
stronger for a wee while.
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