~BOOK EIGHT~

~BOOK EIGHT~

(6/3 12.38am)

The canaries do sing songs of love.

The golden yellow rays from the sun brought warmth and as it touched the little dew drops on the tips of the grass, they created little spectrum of colours that looked like the rainbow. The little yellow canaries were chirping, as if singing a song of love. Soft cool breeze wind blew the brown leaves creating little swirls on the ground. Brandon was outside reading the newspaper. He had made himself a cup of tea. He also had some raisins and a few oat biscuits on an embroidered plate on a white garden table. And as he lifted the cup of tea, he looked at the canaries and smiled, as if he knew what were the birds saying. And as he was about to sip on the tea, he paused. His eyes caught something. Slowly, he put the cup down and moved all his attention to that thing that got his attraction. The canaries were no longer heard. The winds no longer blew. Everything was as if nothing had happened.

A girl and her friend walked out of their home. One was on her black slacks and a high collared blouse with black boots and a pair of bangles on the right hand, whereas the other one was on a knee length Bermuda with a flower printed blouse that looked like a tee, and a pair of sneakers. Both the girls were heading to their garage.

Brandon was watching all this and suddenly he rose from his seat.

     "Zoe! Sarah!" he cried

The two girls stopped and turned back looking a guy waving at them.

     "It's Brandon," Sarah told and then she replied his wave with hers.

She gave a smile that rarely anyone gets to see it. Sarah was a girl whom seldom smiles. She only smiles at a person if she likes the person, whether romantically or just friends. She's the type of girl where you don't get to say Hi or buy her a drink without getting her smile first. She's just that type of girl.

Zoe knew of this and she was not pleased. However,  she kept quiet. She waved along but her tail of the eye eyed her. 

     "Let's go say hi to him!" Sarah suggested and was about to walk towards Brandon.

     "Then you must as well get to office using his truck because I'm leaving now!" Zoe snapped at Sarah.

     "Hey, what's wrong with you!" Sarah asked.

     "You could have at least said it a little nicer, you know," she continued.

     "I'm busy. If you want to get to your office in time, you better hop in now," Zoe replied without even looking at her.

She started the red vehicle and buckled her seat belt. She put on her Gucci glasses and tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.

Sarah had to call off the plan. She knew that her work required her to be punctual. Journalists can be time-taxing too! And so, she looked back at Brandon with his newspaper on his hand and articulated "CALL ME" with her right hand making the call sign.

Brandon got the idea. He smiled and replied "OK" speechlessly. 

Sarah got into the car and buckled on her seat belt. Zoe saw all this through her rear mirror and as soon as Sarah closed the door, she reversed and then pressed on the oil tab and zoomed passed Brandon and his white house.

Sarah watched awkwardly but kept no interest in it.

     "Time of the month, I suppose" she whispered. 

Brandon who saw all this too was a little surprised, more surprised at Zoe's bizarre actions. Still, he knew his plans are making it out. He smiled and sat back again.

 The canaries were gone. The wind was gone. And so was Zoe and Sarah.

He lifted his cup of tea and sipped. This time, he did not pause. He just sipped it all and continued reading his newspapers.