… he whistled and I heard, it was quite faint to start with but nevertheless I could still hear it, not so loud but enough for me to sense the invitation. I moved ever so slightly in his direction and the whistle was clearer, it was a call to play, to dance, to have an emotional Tango in a deep murky muddy pond. I am a woman, fully woman with all the emotions to prove it, an alert red blooded being with all sensitivity. Very much alive indeed, I told myself my dancing days were over but at his soft whistle my resistance was dropped to zero, as I slowly and effortlessly gravitated towards the sound of his voice. His voice was tender and soft, I melted, he was no longer the informidable but just a boy and me a girl, just the two of us existing in this sweet, emotional dance, I was totally lost in the moment. At the very instance without any warning, any explanation, any good byes, the whistle stopped, he jumped out of the pond, no fairwells, no helping hand and he was gone!
I was shocked, confused, discombobulated, here was I way deep in the emotional mire, none to help me out, I struggled and struggled in this deep slippery mess to get a grip and climb out. Slowly the pond started drying out and I found a few dryish slots to hook my feet as I gingerly climbed out. I am standing on dry ground now, what a mess I look! I am no longer sweet and slippery but all weird looking, dry mud caked all over my body, my hair stuck to my face and scalp buried in layers of mud. I sped to the shower, scrubbed myself clean from top to bottom, shampooed and conditioned my hair. I am squeakly clean. Pleased with my self I got dressed, put on my make-up, stepped out with a sense of respectability, feeling recovered and more myself.
I had only moved a few steps when I heard a faint sound, an undeniable distinguished sound, it couldn’t be? could it? But yes it was the whistle! I listened once and told myself, not today, not tomorrow, not even next week, not any time, never again! I hasten my steps and walked away, so did the whistle until it was no longer audible.
Beware of the Whistle!
Beautiful Ivory 