I'm washed up on the shore and without hesitation nor question, move toward the flapping sheets covering the markets.
We are in Thailand, flashbacks replaying of death, sadness, emptiness. Mother is standing there, looking at the fruits, I am so aware.
I love her intensely, watching her turn the light green fruit in her hand. It is as if we are undercover, sometimes I can see the sky, sometimes it is as if concrete.
Swirling flashbacks come to a boy, he moves to me in the market with another boy from a school once upon a time. They are typically nerdy, but normal in their relaxed and easygoingness.
I see the house we once lived in, coming back to the market again.
He looked at me, noticing me, moving towards me, trying to kiss me.
No, no, no, no. I move to mother and squat behind her, feeling him place his hands on my shoulders and lightly massaging. Shaking to one side passively and then the other, I twist away, and turn to look at him saddened and already over there. I tell him I will talk to him, unsure what to say, that I will talk tomorrow.
I move up to him and hold his hands and then flashback to more. Grey almost dark streets, the house where I have lived, they want to sell it.
An elephant moves slowly away, and I go as they all watch me walking down the street towards home.
I am there and look into the smoked glass, the place has lost it's life.
I am alone.
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