I was sitting on the lakeside, looking afar. The wind was blowing. I could hear the rotation of the windmill.
Why am I sitting here alone again?
Tommy promised he would join me in a second. “I will catch ya later mate,” said he. Maybe "later" is not just a matter of seconds, rather minutes, or quarters, hours…
Tommy was my first friend. A dear one I would even say. He was the first guy that would speak to me without uttering something like “Get lost!” or “Shhhhhhh!”
I could always feel our connection. Our eyes always met every time I looked up and he would smile at me encouragingly. Accident? I don’t think so.
Tommy has a thing for Sandra. Sandra, that girl with baby blue eyes and flaxen hair. Always wearing polka dot. If she were to be a flavor of ice cream she would be strawberry. Did I mention that Tommy has an impeccable taste? And as I said, I could always feel my connection with Tommy. Tommy likes Sandra. Ergo, I like Sandra too.
“What are you doing here? It’s getting cold.”
It’s Sandra. Speaking of the devil.
I meant to say I was waiting for Tommy, but she cut me short.
“Let’s go home, Mom will get worried.”
“Go go go!” Sandra had rather long legs. I needed to run to be able to catch up with her.
“Home” smelled of baked potato and beans. “Mom” was a middle-aged lady of a rather slight build. She seemed to be happy to see us, but there was something about her that was not quite right. She formed a poignant smile with her melancholy blue eyes.
“Oh you found it, Sandra,” said she. “Poor thing, still waiting for Tommy on the lakeside?” she petted my head and scratched my ears.
“Mom! We promised not to speak of Tommy anymore! If you talk about him in front of Spot all the time, how is it ever able to get over it?”
“Oh Spot, you poor old faithful thing. Stop waiting for Tommy. Don’t you see? He’s not coming back. Never.” Mom spoke softly with a trembling voice.
Even Sandra looked sad now. She held me up, putting me upon her laps. “Spot, we need to move on, you get it?”
Sandra’s laps were all warm and cozy. I felt pretty snuggled up and almost fell asleep.
“Good dog.”
Where’s Tommy? It’s late now. Maybe I would see him on the lakeside tomorrow. He promised. And I will keep on waiting.
