Sometimes this guy I know, he gets too rapped up in the dark side. But you see, every once in awhile he has to let himself feel and experience the warm essence of the Son! A balance if you will so he will not go completely mad. Maybe taking a .380, jacking one in the chamber and...Yao Ming? He cannot allow himself to become a Nicolatian. No, that would defeat the purpose of wandering blind in the darkness. He is dwelling there for a time for just that reason, to quell his self-righteousness. He must, not shall, every once in awhile peek out and let the Son shine on him. Then and only then the justification is solidified of what he will eventually allow his body to be overcome by...the effulgent essence of the universe! And that...is a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is! Check it out My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. I entitled this one...
Opportunity Knocks
There was a knock at the door, which surprised him because there was no one that he knew that would be knocking. As a matter of fact there was no one. Shit, he had no friends. So he had not a clue who it could possibly be? He never made any noise unless he accidentally dropped something on the floor. He had a 1000 watt stereo system he only listened to through his three hundred dollar headphones. He listened to the television the same way but with separate headphones, the wireless kind where he could go all through his apartment and not miss what was transpiring by audio. He was a very light walker because of eighteen years being under a roof with a Father that didn’t want to hear him walk, nor his Mother either for that matter. His Father being the type he would be in his room doing something, minding his own business and all of the sudden he would feel a presence and turn around and his Father would be right next to him, or behind him, smiling and his Father would state to him how long he had been in that very space without him knowing. So, he and his Mother did the same. Both getting very good at it, but not as good as his Father was at it.
Another knock and he looked at his door. By the sound of it he would guess it was a woman at the door. Not a loud knock, just enough of one to make the person inside, he, to realize someone was on the other side. And that had him stumped because he hadn’t a woman, no lady friend for some eight years now. Maybe the person had the wrong apartment, seeing as that he lived in a secured building where one had to buzz the given apartment of the one they wished to visit and the other would buzz the visitor in. He took another drag off the cigarette he was working on. There was a long pause, longer than the time from the first knock to the second so he shrugged and looked back at the computer screen and began typing again. Definitely the wrong apartment. Then he heard three knocks in succession, still with the same characteristic, no malice or urgency and definitely female.
He stubbed out his smoke and walked to his door. He had a peephole but he never used it. His Father’s conditioning again, “If someone knocks on your door Lil’ Man never be afraid to open it. Open that damn thing real wide and look at them and say, “The fuck you want!”” He never did that. Never had to, again living in a secure building now and before he just didn’t get visitors period. He wasn’t mad or disturbed, as a matter of fact, he was a little excited that someone was finally at his door, knocking for whatever reason. He still put on the sternest face he could muster, not intimidating but he would hope at least feigning irritability. He unlocked the two deadbolts turned the knob, opened the door wide and his face instantly softened. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever met or seen. Now he was totally perplexed.
“How can I help you beautiful lady?” He asked. When the opportunity arose such as this one he was always on point. Even if she did have the wrong apartment he was going to speak what was in his heart. Again his Father’s words, “Boy, whenever you come across a looker. Listen to me now. Like your Mother. Never-I-mean-never, have a loss for words. You might only get that one shot! State facts, ones the woman will know are true and genuine. Not some come on. If they look that good they done heard all the bullshit. No, say it conversationally like you would say, “Good morning.” Throws them for a loop. Now they concentrate on you. Believe me when I tell you! Just look at me and look at your Mother and tell me if I’m not right? Ask her how we met? Shit, I seized the opportunity! For real young blood!” And he had been correct in this instance because this beautiful woman in front of him let out the most wondrous luminous smile he had ever witnessed. She did not say a word for a long time. She just was looking at him with that smile which he could have viewed until his heart stopped and died. “Keep it togethah baby! Just keep it togethah,” was his mantra to himself as he continued to awe in this living masterpiece before him. Come on in, make yourself comfortable for god’s sake! Can I fix you something to eat? Shiiiiit! Just stay with this poor soul for a moment. Make his day or life while yah playin. Just let me be in your presence for a time, Sunshine. What can a Brothah do for you? Of course he did not say this aloud but he wanted to. All those thoughts were running through his mind as he took in her essence. Stand there as long as you want, I have a lifetime. Then she finally spoke.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bother you…” She said.
“No problem at all. Believe me, My Sweet Sistah. What in the world has happened in my life to be so fortunate for someone with such beauty to be rapping on this poor soul’s door?” He said with a warm sincere smile all the while. And she laughed. Sweet beautiful laughter. Head ever so slightly moving back enjoying this moment like he surely was. She caught his gaze once more, with the softest look in her lineaments, making his heart melt. Speak the truth Morgan. If she doesn’t have a man then she will have one after this encounter, or at least a very good friend if it be her will because it surely was his.
“You need to quit it.” She said still trying to abate the laughter.
“I wish I could but I think that would be an impossibility. Based on the remarkable human being who befalls these eyes, from not a minute ago, which were so sore,” he said again conversationally and with warmth. And there it was again, that joyous enraptured laughing and he could have died at that moment and the universe would have been so kind to him for this being his last thing he had ever seen in this lifetime. But he was glad that he hadn’t died because he was so filled with the lovely emotion that was going on within his soul. He had opened the door into sunlight and it was shining so brightly on him. Keep on shining you lovely woman, he said to himself.
“I needed this. I really did! Thank you for your kind words. You just don’t know how this day started.” She said.
“Kind is a word of pontification in my lexicon. No, I am speaking truths. Believe me. Alas; I understand this is not something one like I can continue because one like you surely have better things to do then to listen to me speaking said truths. I would surely like to indulge you for an eternity if I were permitted. But I would not want to keep you from, which I surely know, is a very fulfilling life.” He said. She looked at him for a time with that smile, those white straight teeth beaming at him. Morgan didn’t know for how long but it didn’t matter. He didn’t know what she was thinking, or what she might be trying to figure out. Time had stopped and if it were left up to him he would break every timepiece in existence. She kept looking into his eyes and finally she spoke
.
“My name is Elaine! I know this might sound crazy but I just had a thought. Do you have any coffee?’ She asked.
“And My name is Morgan. I am no Psychologist or Psychiatrist but you sound quite sane. And to answer your query, I absolutely do! Seattle ’s Best is the best. Would you like to join me in a cup on this start of a magnificent day, Elaine?” He asked.
“I would like that Morgan! I really would,” she said.
“Well like that no more, because it is as good as done! Let us partake in the morning liquid communion. My dear Elaine.” He said. Bowed and stepped aside so this angelic figure could pass.
“Thank you,” she said and floated into his humble abode.
(To be continued...)
Oh, it will have such a sweet ending. I just can't wait to see where my mind takes this lighthearted whimsical story. Peace! More to come...
Meredith
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