She got down from the hammock, eased on an easy chair on the beach and stared at the Sun for few seconds. On her left was an old lady and on her right there were three undergraduate college girls who came to enjoy the beach on spring break. She picked up Cosmocomics by Italo Calvino. As she read the book, inanimate objects surrounding her started to live the life in front of her. It became tough for her to look at a beer bottle without listening to her love life, the popcorn machine told the story of hardworking guy with a single hope to make children happy, the plate and cutlery constituted a part of dysfunctional family where fights more common, the tire of trucks on the road read the plea of retirement, a cap left in restaurant gave her visions of responsibility of a captain, to whom it might have belonged and cellphone – most loved and hated person of her life. She dropped the book on her breast and stared at the Sun again. How else she could explain her tears to girls lying on easy chair right next to her?
“You shouldn’t stare at the sun this much,” the older lady said to her. She smiled. She felt an in suppressible urge to share her love story with her.
“You are right.” She only said this. Then, she smiled, and she wiped away her tears.