Half Closed, Wet & Sticky

The eyes are half closed, wet, and sticky. Amidst all the efforts to open it, those gentle eyes still remained half closed. She is using her facial muscles to push it open, trying to lift her hand, just to have a gentle touch, at least to try to open it. Half closed, wet, and sticky!!

“Hey, hey, anybody there???” The soft fabric of the sofa pushed back gently in response to each word she pronounced.

“Anybody there???” – exclaimed Sophia.

“You need any help, bud???” She heard a voice that was so clear, calm, and composed. The sticky eyes somehow figured out a silhouette in a steamy yellow backdrop with tints of dark smoke.

“Hey hey, I want to open my eyes, can you help me do that???”.

“Hmmm!” Exclaimed the Silhouette. “Yes, maybe, but I’m not experienced in that; nobody had trained me to do this. But I can try. Can I take your ring?”

“Sure, sure, do it,” Sophia sounded happy and fulfilled. “Yes, you may, please!!”

The Silhouette leaned forward, cast his body on top of Sophia, and she got reminded of her husband, who used to hug her in that way. A big fat man, with a lot of sweat, she even got his perfumed mixed smell from that fatty body.

“Hey, it’s done. Can you see now???”

“Oh, not completely! But yes, somewhat! Better than before.”–Sophia accepted in a polite way.

“Oh, thank you. See, I don’t know how to open it more than this! I hope you understand my plight. I was not trained in this. May I??”

“Yeah, sure, please. I’ll find somebody else. Thank you for stopping by.”

Her vision is still blurry. She tried to strain her eyes in the way she used to as a kid to get a more precise vision. She saw dark silhouettes moving in front of a huge, flaming yellow backdrop.

“Hey, you”, Sophia spat.

“May I help?”, the shorty stopped. Sophia found him smiling, without even taking a break.

“Hey, can you help me open my eyes?”.

“Sure, why not? It’s my pleasure to do so. Can I take your jacket??”

“Yes, yes, with pleasure”. Sophia tilted and jerked her body so as to make it accommodating for him to remove the jacket. The shorty wore it beforehand, and the smile widened.

“Hey, can you?” Sophia sounded very polite and optimistic.

“Oh yes, sure, sure”, he leaned forward, tried his best, and reverted.

“And now??” Questioned the shorty.

Sophia gave her own contribution to open the ever-sticky eyes. She got startled by the scars on his face. Hiding the astonishment, Sophia suddenly said, “Clear, thank you, thanks a lot”. She stopped her sentence in the middle.

The man still had the same smile and strode away.

Without her favourite jacket, Sophia looked naked. With a much clearer vision, Sophia tried to align her body on the sofa. She is half naked, she had a glimpse of her torn t-shirt and jeans.

Sophia slowly lifted her head. The same yellow flaming backdrop is more intense now. She can see the flames rising up to the endless sky. She could now see the face of the silhouettes much more clearly. She tried to grip her head on the sofa. “Smiling”, all the silhouettes are smiling, the blazing yellow backdrop, fire!

She tried her best to keep her eyes open. The vision is not completely clear, nor are her eyes completely open. She started to feel cold. Her hands were very bleak to cover her body to escape from the blazing weather. She tried again, again and again, the moving silhouettes, the splashing thick shadows, tears started rolling from her eyes, it’s blood, and the people are happily stabbing, with a smiling face. She felt numb as she was now too weak to look at who was around her.

“Ma’am, can I stab you??”

“No”, a gush of hot and blood-smelling air came out of Sophia’s mouth. “No, I say, don’t you dare”.

“Sure, Ma’am, why should I stab you if you don’t agree? Anyway, do you need any help?? Your eyes seem shut. Do you want me to open it?”

“How can I trust you??”, Sophia slowly pushed against the Sofa, with two broken legs. She only discovered now that she is not actually sitting on the sofa, but lying with half of her body leaning out from it.

“Hey, relax, I don’t have your permission, I won’t kill you! I’m not trained in that!”

“Do you know how to fix the eyes?” questioned Sophia.

“Hey, I’m a master in that. Lemme do it! Can I take your clothes?”

“Sure, thank you,” Sophia said with relief.

Her body hurt while he removed her clothes. The sudden brush of raw flesh against the soft surface of the sofa, the sofa seemed hard for Sophia now. Her flesh plunged against the sharp pebbles, she is bleeding.

“Can you see now?”

“Yes, I can”, Sophia couldn’t blink her eyes. He was smiling with scars on his face. His left arm was completely torn off.

“Anything more?”

“No, thank you”, said Sophia.

She is observing the silhouettes now. Her vagina is sour, her mouth filled with blood, her bones broken. With her widely open eyes, she lay there. The climate kept dropping. Sophia watched the Silhouettes smiling and stabbing each other, against the yellow flaming backdrop.

She straightened her head, stared at the sky, the breasts too, staring the sky, naked and shameless. She tried to close her eyes, ‘half-closed, wet and sticky’.