It was a warm summer’s night and a slight breeze blew over the freshly mown grass. The air rushed through the open window, causing the velvety curtains to billow. Voices could be heard from inside, two deep male voices, and two slightly shrill female ones, they were obviously enjoying themselves lustfully. Their laughter echoed out onto porch and beyond into the garden.
Then two shadows slowly emerged from the light of the house, the shadows were followed by two woman.
One walked majestically, like an orchid her slender body obvious beneath the white dress. The other looked both sad and lovely, she looked beautiful at first site but there was a sadness beneath the white dress she wore. They were both dressed in white, and their appearance seemed to reflect the light cast upon them. Behind them walked two men, the first a straw haired sturdy man, his arrogance obvious as he trailed behind the two girls and eyed them as if seeing his possessions, his haughty swank made him look like a boat in a storm as he rocked from side to side.
The second man was completely different, in his eyes there was honesty and not a trace of arrogance, he walked slowly but steadily and displayed no effeminate swank.
Their voices were loud and shrill and their laughter echoed through the night sky. As they sauntered across the soft grass I stood on the table waiting, ready to be acquainted with Tom’s rough hands.
Next to me were four candles, their flames dancing around on the wax. The charming looking girl then said “Why candles?” “In two days it will be the longest day of the year” She walked over to where I was standing and put out the candles, she and the other three sat down. I was still standing there and still no-one made the effort to take off the cork and drink a glass of wine. Then the girl that had put out the candles said “Look” eyeing her little finger, which was green and blue, “You did it” she chided the complacent straw-haired man “That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a — ” He retorted that he never wanted to be called hulking again. They went on arguing, while the evening sun slowly began to descend from the sky and the moon bright and crystal white rose up into the the heavens. The grass glowed a pearly colour in the light of the moon and the stars began to appear between the small shards of cloud.
The demure man sitting between the arguing couple watched the argument attentively, while the woman who was obviously called Jordan, or so I thought I’d apperceived stared blankly into nothingness, her facial features were somewhat less attractive than usual as she yawned again with obvious boredom at what was going on.
Suddenly Tom’s hand jerked out and grabbed me, he violently pulled the cork off the top and poured everyone a glass of wine. Few minutes later conversations were going normally again, Daisy had been appeased, and now she and Jordan spoke simultaneously as their high-pitched chatter and laughing broke the silence of the night. Then suddenly the man who had been silent for most of the time said “You make me feel so uncivilized, Daisy” This remark was greeted by the haughty man who I had gathered was called Tom spurting out “Civilizations going to pieces” and he talked on, his eyes gleaming as though he had just said something extremely intelligent and he felt like an erudite professor who knew something arcane and clandestine the others did not. “Have you read ‘The Rise of the Colored Empires’ by this man Goddard?”