No Time For Valentine
By Neel Anil Panicker
From her fifth floor window, Nina watched as the two angels with their snow white wings arching into the horizon locked eyes through a giant white ball that hung from the street centre.
A miasma of colours ruled roost with red being the reigning deity. It was there in the beautifully lit arcades of eateries, cake shops and pubs.
It was there in the `faces of effervescent street urchins as they peddled red roses that they held in their tiny hands, their half clothed bodies cutting a swathe through the merriness that dotted the skyscape.
It was also there in the labyrinth of young couples bedecked in the shiniest of costumes as they strode and half danced through the streaming balustrade; arms entwined and hearts and lips locked. And why not? After all it was Valentine’s.
Nina stared at the glass in her hands.
As the blaring horns of a dozen bikes broke through the star spangled sky, she jabbed the pungent liquid down her throat.
Love, for her, was a past tense.
FFfAW Challenge-February 14, 2017
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