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M. Hoffmann-Bernard
the air that carries
a mystic shortstory from the pacific shore
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THE AIR THAT CARRIES
A Mystic ShortStory from the California Shore
Maris Bernard
(USA , California, Seaside / Pacific Ocean, . 2024 , Friday, July 9, 4:30 pm)
“Hey, Mister, … what are you doing there ? It´s not really safe ... .”
Siyna has walked up to her favorite place on the shore by the pacific coast between Monterey and Point Sur . The slim man is standing right on the edge.
One step further or an unexpected rush of wind and he would fall down at least 80 Meters into the sea, break all his bones and drown.
“It is safe enough . “
He would not be the first one to jump off at this spot.
Maybe another one now. But he doesn´t give an impression of run down or desperate. Seems in a good shape as far as Siyna can see from nearly ten meters distance .
Slim, well dressed, not expensive but of good taste and a bit unconventional.
"You don´t intend to ... ."
" And if,... ? Have a nice day, madam."
Siyna, stunned, still looking at him as he has turned his face to the horizon again.
“I am not the one to get such people out of their trouble,” she thinks to herself .
“I am not in trouble .”
" I didn’t say anything mister ! “
“ But you thought it, didn´t you ?...
“Well,...Whatever... . “
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She changes her direction and quickly heads on to the café nearby. Takes the wooden steps to the terace of the ´Ariel-Bistro´.
Laureen, her longtime girlfriend since schooldays might already be attending her.
“ It´s not my business at all “ she murmures as she looks for a seat and
realizes that Laureen is already waiting at a table on the terace close to the ceiling.
“ Damn Laureen, … down there on the shore around the there´s another crazy one going to kill himself. I just was talking to him, … maybe we should . .
"Call someone ...? What for, Siyna ,… they take him for a day, check his papers, maybe they get him to a hospital ,... and two weeks later he is standing there again. . . .
With noone coming round to see him and , - that´s it. Baby, it´s your free day,... let´s get a nice meal, … I´´m starving and I got two hours off, need to repose. ”
“ You´re right, … yes,... you´re right .”
The two women change their conversation to other themes while havin their drinks and meal. They are both sporty from schooldays on,… well trained, and beautiful in their late twentys.
When Laureen leaves for a day´s last date with a mansion-owner who is intending to sell his house in San Jose, Siyna remains sitting ,chilling, admiring the beautiful late afternoon-sunlight over an iceblue ocean .
The week had been hard work.
Weekend. Finally.
Her eyes get heavy and she nearly falls asleep for a moment, although she just had another coffee.
When she raises her eyes she sees the man from the shore again coming up the stairs taking a seat two-three tables away from her, ordering a drink.
He looks at her indifferently.
She can´t help looking at him again.
´I wanted to forget about this ´-. Seeks for money in her bag to pay and get off.
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As she heads to the stairs to her car at the parking she has to pass him again.
He gives her a smile now and she cannot help smiling back.
Josh will surely phone for the weekend.
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On the following Friday, Siyna is again on her way to take the roundwalk, heading to the café on the shore again.