Endmost Love
One could make out through the ruins of her dress that she was impeccably coiffed only hours ago. Now one of the buttons of her shirt was hanging loose, as if it was ripped off, and her hair was flying in the wind, becoming a tangled mess.
When she said bye bye, as usual he heard it as ‘vye vye’, which sounded like a strained puppy whimper. She could never bid adieu to him without muffling the bilabial ‘b’ of the bye byes to a labio-dental ‘v’, crushing the good byes between her teeth ridge and the lower lip. They hugged, as she patted him quickly and tremulously with her small palms, knowing for sure that they would never meet again. She saw the car disappearing around the corner of the street, and with it the trail of smell he had left behind. She decided to wait for some more time, and stood there transfixed until the afternoon sun engulfed her with his whispers and burned up her tears.
