“I am in uncertain communication areas,” he said.
The static on the phone lines droned. There were whistling-whirring sounds.
“Okay,” she said rather reluctantly. “We will speak again."
She heard the click clearly. How easy it is when things end.
She ran her hands over the red silk sash as her kimono came undone. She was facing herself in the mirror after a long time. Even then, she occasionally averted her eyes as every contour mocked her. She unfastened the clip in her hair as her brown tresses fell in a heap on her shoulder and slid down her back.
Watching herself intently, she enunciated every word: Uncertain. Communication. Areas.
Wasn’t that a part of her life? She was uncertain and could not even communicate with areas of her own body. She flinched as her fingers moved over her skin.
The waves crashed against the rocks, the wind blew sand in his face. He watched as his cellphone floated in the sea. He had thrown it away and now from a distance he could see the screen blinking and hear a soft ring, not yet drowned by the sound of the sea. Within a few seconds a huge wave came rushing towards it and took it away.
“To uncertain communication areas,” he told himself as he smiled and smelled the red silk sash deeply.