© June 1, 2018. All Rights Reserved
Whenever the caressing wind blows, the same routine begins. The rustling leaves aimlessly wander. The scintillating sun seems non-existent. From dusk till dawn, there’s only the moon in the eerie, black firmanents, but that was a folklore, which now may be a myth. Sebastian, an 18-year-old in a black and bluish-green mail truck hand delivers a heavy package, which is 14 inches in height and 11 inches in width to a blond occupant (with long, curly hair, ocean blue eyes, black eyeliner, a stainless, golden necklace, of a crucifix, blue overalls made out of jean material, which is over her red laced bra. She has a stainless, golden watch on her right wrist, and 3 stainless golden bangles on her left wrist.
Miss Mild says, “You made it. Let me help you with that package, hun. Step inside anytime, so you can make yourself at home. First day on the job?”
With a sore neck, Sebastian hands the package to Miss Mild, saying, “How’d you guess? I could be a thief. Why would you trust me in your home? You don’t even know me.”
Miss Mild proceeds walking, then smiles, saying, “Because I trust all of my friends. Everyone is my friend. I treat everyone the way I’d love to be treated. I’m Miss Mild and you are?”
“Sebastian,” he says.
“Would you like a meal, hun?” How about a hot cup of coffee,” she offers.
With a silver remote control, Miss Mild then turns on the black-flat-screen television, which is hung on the peach-colored plaster wall.
A comedy host wearing an all white business suit says, “Today’s forecast is going to be mostly cloudy with a forty percent chance of bullshit!”
Sebastian says, “No thank you. Your company is enough. You’re too sweet.”
Miss Mild says, “Are you okay?”
Sebastian responds, “Yes. It’s real nice of you to offer me to stay. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I have a job to get back to doing.”
Miss Mild walks closer, saying, “My children are always trying to impress momma! Before you go, I wanna ask you something.”
Sebastian says with curiosity, “Tell me.”
Miss Mild rests her right hand on his forehead, which soothes his entire body magically, also eliminating his sore neck.
She then says, “Better?”
“How’d you do that,” he questions.
She says, “You ask too many questions. Time is non-existent. Look at your watch, look at the clock. Tell me what time it is, hun. Sebastian looks at his silver watch on his right wrist and there’s no minute hand nor an hour hand. He peers at a digital alarm clock on the kitchen counter, seeing numbers.
“Why aren’t there numbers,” he asks.
“When you find out what time, return,” she says.
He says, “Miss Mild, thank you for your company. Enjoy yourself. Bye.”
When he leaves her house and enters the mail truck, a loud bell tower makes a “gong” sound seven times. Miss Mild opens the burgundy curtains from the living room, staring at him with an ominous smile. The time in the truck reads, “7:00 A.M,” then decreases to “3:00 A.M.” Thus, the bell makes a gong sound three times. Immediately, Sebastian drives away.
Isaiah Lawrence 