The Two

The old man who lives on the hill has gotten used to seeing the sight of two women running. They are running to find each other, but always seem to miss one another by a small bit. Everyday, the old man will go to his deck in his chair-on-wheels and wait for them to pass.

One woman, she is yellow clad. The other woman, she is blue. Some days they will change clothing, and the one woman will wear red, and the other green. The old man will stare into the street. His grey eyes will reflect the morning light and turn them pink and rusty as he waits.

Today, he is wearing a grey jump suit and is riding his blue chair-on-wheels. It has a large bird hanging from the fender, and the grip on his turny-knob that directs his propulsion is vivid pink. The man represents the connection the women refuse to make, in his mind he is the only connection they have. The outsider who can spy the potential.

"Ah," Comes a voice from inside him.

On the horizon, the old man is watching as the first rim of the sun peaks out from between the mountains. To his left, the South, comes the one woman in her yellow outfit. He turns his head and looks to the right, just to make sure. As promised, the other woman is jogging down his long, long street in her blue outfit.

Both women have their iPod connected in their ears, he can hear the faint buzzing from some Rock'n'Roll tunes as they approach his house. The one woman runs on the right. The other runs on the left.

Both of them, both of them have done this for one year and three days. The old man has been counting. His birthday was on the first of January, it is now the third.

He is apprehensive as they pass each other. The old man is hoping they will at least look at each other.

The blue woman, she is staring straight ahead.

The yellow woman, she is staring at the ground.

The two, they never connect.

"Ah," He says to himself, "Maybe tomorrow," and wheels his chair-on-wheels back inside his patriotic American temple that his family rents out during the year to unsuspecting tourists.