Selected
Amid the pitter-patter of the fresh drops of the evening rain she heard a faint mumble from the room on her left . Mrs Ivana looked over her shoulder to find no one there. The mumbling continued, luring the curious Ivana to the room.
Atop a rickety stool stood Messiah in front of a cracked translucent mirror, reading from a book held in his left hand. His brilliant African brown color bounced of the mirror and the scintillating neon light gave conspicuity to the burn scar kissing his eye.
“And what are you upto young man?” , questioned she.
With a startle 12 year old Messiah turned with a broad smile, as if the angel herself had stuck it on his countenance, which took his mother aback. She had never seen him smile that way ever, ever since Mr Smith succumbed to the burns while he was trying to rescue Messiah from their flaming house.
“Mama”, he chirped with that innocent smile, “there is a school play this weekend and teacher said I can enroll for the selections. Isn’t it wonderful Mama? Will you help me Mama? You know how I always wanted to be part of the play team. And tomorrow they are going to award us the parts!”.
The whole night was spent being the generous Antonio to the shrewd Shylock, the magnificent Caesar to the cogent Brutus.
Next day Messiah woke up with that same smile as pristine as ever and rushed to school with alacrity.
Later that evening Mrs Ivana along with her friend Jane went to pick Messiah from school. She told Jane about the previous night, but not with any visible excitement; in fact with a hollow tone.
“Why does your sons’ auditioning sadden you, Iva ?”, enquired Jane noticing her gloom
“You know Jane, its after 5 years that I have seen Messiah so happy. 5 years. I don’t want to see that happiness taken away if he doesn’t get selected. And you know just as well as I do...the chances of him making it are like a dog finding a rainbow”, smoked out Ivana
“A dog finding a rainbow?”, echoed Jane
“Yea…they are colour blind “
No sooner had she said that they found themselves at the gates of Hillside Junior School.
“Mama!” screamed Messiah from behind.
“Mama” he said with gleaming eyes of pride and elation that would put every lion to shame;
“Mama, I’ve been selected!!”
“I’ve been selected to sit beside you and clap!” , he shouted as he bounced clapping his hands with alacrity ,looking on quizzically at the tears race down his mama and her friends’ cheeks.
Atop a rickety stool stood Messiah in front of a cracked translucent mirror, reading from a book held in his left hand. His brilliant African brown color bounced of the mirror and the scintillating neon light gave conspicuity to the burn scar kissing his eye.
“And what are you upto young man?” , questioned she.
With a startle 12 year old Messiah turned with a broad smile, as if the angel herself had stuck it on his countenance, which took his mother aback. She had never seen him smile that way ever, ever since Mr Smith succumbed to the burns while he was trying to rescue Messiah from their flaming house.
“Mama”, he chirped with that innocent smile, “there is a school play this weekend and teacher said I can enroll for the selections. Isn’t it wonderful Mama? Will you help me Mama? You know how I always wanted to be part of the play team. And tomorrow they are going to award us the parts!”.
The whole night was spent being the generous Antonio to the shrewd Shylock, the magnificent Caesar to the cogent Brutus.
Next day Messiah woke up with that same smile as pristine as ever and rushed to school with alacrity.
Later that evening Mrs Ivana along with her friend Jane went to pick Messiah from school. She told Jane about the previous night, but not with any visible excitement; in fact with a hollow tone.
“Why does your sons’ auditioning sadden you, Iva ?”, enquired Jane noticing her gloom
“You know Jane, its after 5 years that I have seen Messiah so happy. 5 years. I don’t want to see that happiness taken away if he doesn’t get selected. And you know just as well as I do...the chances of him making it are like a dog finding a rainbow”, smoked out Ivana
“A dog finding a rainbow?”, echoed Jane
“Yea…they are colour blind “
No sooner had she said that they found themselves at the gates of Hillside Junior School.
“Mama!” screamed Messiah from behind.
“Mama” he said with gleaming eyes of pride and elation that would put every lion to shame;
“Mama, I’ve been selected!!”
“I’ve been selected to sit beside you and clap!” , he shouted as he bounced clapping his hands with alacrity ,looking on quizzically at the tears race down his mama and her friends’ cheeks.
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