POSTS
Mr. and Mrs. Murad
By hisham
The fifty-something couple had a subtle sweetness of familiar passion about them. You could see it from a mile. They’d walk together, not always hand in hand, but you knew that their heart was one. They were mom and dad. They were Mr. and Mrs. Murad.
“I met her at work,” dad once said, “she was the most graceful person to walk between the cubicles.”
He loved retelling the first few months of knowing mom. It wasn’t easy, there was a chase on his part, a game on her part, and neither one of them was sure of the other’s intentions. It was complicated to say the least.
“I was sure about one thing though, that I wanted her more than anything,” dad said.
When things seem so impossible, so unreachable that only the gods themselves can make them happen, that’s when courage, or as dad called it, “limbing out,” came into play. “You have to risk being a fool from time to time. And while you’re at it, you might as well have fun.”
Everyone, it seemed, had there own idea of what love was. People would say that love is not complicated. Not as complicated as people make it out to be. That it would be much better if people where direct in nature rather than coy or subtle, or any of that “hinting” nonsense as my friend Stacy once put it.
“Directness is so much better,” she would say. “You don’t have to waste time figuring out what the other person is saying. You just get to know face to face, right now and without any qualms or trepidation about each others feelings!”
No trepidation might have sounded like a far off dream for the usual hopeless romantic who goes from one end to another. There is no such thing as no trepidation I’d tell Stace. No such thing! You have to be out of your mind to be so senseless as to not feel any trepidation! Out of your freakin’ mind!
My new keyboard is acting funny!!!!! I dunno if Windows is being a bitch again, but I think character skipping is a nasty ailment!
Oh well… Let’s see!