FELL IN LOVE AGAIN.

The sky menorah sang twice as Sherlock Nelson was recapturing the weather. It looked so fine, warming the scent smelt from the air she breathed inside her. Looking tame, she caught herself looking into the sunlight that made the day bright. Most naive Fashionistas could not describe her beauty on the bright noonday rose on a Monday morning. She took her devotion as she rested her head on the pillow laid beside the soft bed. Strong as she got up, she genuflected on the bed as she made one leg free, taking the other up for a little climb. Her old age shone so briskly while she later began new research in her early past. “She was building a new future.” she clamored, yawning at herself. Her window was wrecked and old, long to the shoulder of the tall building. Well, she managed to architect the beautiful flat she bought with the money she earned from her old age profession. She likes the work she is doing - “Nursing Kindergarten”. She mistook the word again as she walked over the flight to the aisle to make some coffee. At least, her hope was reformed and recovered with ecstasy. She never thought she would live a wonderful life after the death of her widowed mother. Her mother smelled like the fragrance of the coffee she was about to make as she dropped a few into a glass cup. She handled the glass cup gently with a genuine note of pleasure as she poured a little gush of water and it was mixed well with a powdered coffee leaf. Her mom would not have died to leave her alone in this modern California world. She missed her mother, she presumed. Tears begot her face as it creamed her with a wet sober. She loved her mom affectionately. Her runaway Dad ran away on New Year's Day after he left for Sunday for church. The more Sherlock thought of her father, the more unexpectedly she angered an awkward mood in her heart. She hates her father for running away from her mother. Much later, after his disappearance, they heard that his body was found next to a Riverside, which made Mum have a stroke with her lame, wreak and weak body. All her body was exposed with naked veins that made her look fragile and pale. Sherlock felt feeble and pathetic over her mother as she took the last sip of coffee into her mouth. Shortly, bemused by her Franto pet, her lovely puppy who always gives her company and courage. She moved forward to him, touching his face to straighten his neck as she looked at him deeply. She knew his eyeballs were enough to give her courage for her visit to her work. Her workplace was not far from home, just a few kilometers away from home. Sherlock entered her car and locked the door just behind her. She rolled her key left and right as it was sufficient for a drive. A sonic sound was heard as the car began crushing the highway road. California is a big village filled with old men and women, petty traders with their aprons on. She looked around thinking of what she could get for breakfast. “Breakfast! Breakfast!,” she murmured amazingly as she accelerated to the side of the road with a look that jumped in her eyes. She saw a new eatery open,“ Brandy Juice and Meal Restaurant.” She looked blessed as she got out of her car, closing her doors. When hope took her withheld with the weather laid in the ground, she knew that God was with her and everything would be fine. The fidelity of love filled her as she placed her tray on an old-age wooden table opposite her. Yet, she ordered bread and jam with chilled apple juice. She made the bread pass through her throat as she chewed. Not long afterward, a long stare of familiarity was blown into her face as she viewed Ma’am, Beatrice, an old woman who happened to be a long-time friend of her late mother. She sold honey to her mom when they were still living in Spain. It is now 2020. Two years later, the woman looked so old compared to the last time she met her. She walked gently, touching her branded flat nose. Her small pinkish lips still looked pretty, holding a paper in her fragile hands. Sherlock guessed it would be her receipt. “She will be in her early seventies now,” Sherlock Soliloquy. She received her childish expression as she pressed a long stare looking deep now to wave her with welcome. She noticed ma’am. Beatrice, with a little remark, covered a smile on her face, though the mule on her face fit her exposing her brownish teeth. She wore a scarf on her waist tightened on her skirt, her legs fitted with the golden shoe she put on. How weak was she? She meditated as she took the woman on the chair. Ma’am, Beatrice lived with her son in California, and she bountifully made a home peacemaker in his home. Her son had been married for 15 years before he lost his wife and was blessed with beautiful twins, Ketty and Kenny, who despised him because of his late wife incident. The twins are so sassy towards him as they grew rigid in their youth hood. Kenny always tells his friends at university about Ketty's missing mute. She named him Missing KT, silent, missing, missing all things. He felt nervous and feeble at Ketty's pace when holding up and pretending as if nothing was missing. He knew he was her final hope. He always hesitates and helps her to look for her belongings. Kenny was used to her character because his awkward character toward her made him knackered. Ma’am. Beatrice used to leave them alone, and she was amazed to allow Kenny to help Ketty with his inquisitive hands to fetch her missing things. As time passed, ma’am. Beatrice narrated, Sherlock jerked up to look at a clock sitting on a pink and white wall. She praised the woman for her funny grandchildren. At least, she is no longer her lonely self in her early widowhood, but with transparency, she began to do some research on her growing-up grandmother. She still has some kids and life is filled with the noise of her grandchildren to cater to and look after. Sooner enough, Sherlock touched her face to relieve her sizzled face, and she bent down to clean herself up. She raised her head to examine ma'am. Beatrice once again and stared at her sweaty face. She thanked her as she rose to her feet for paying off her bills for her meals. “I need to go off to my workplace.” With her pleasant hands, she bade her goodbye, leaving her staring at her.