The knock was low, tentative. Kelvin rose slowly from his half sleep wondering whether he had been dreaming again. It came again.
Kelvin rose and threw on a shirt before opening the door and there she stood.
Kelvin was tongue tied. He willed himself to respond as he quickly buttoned up his shirt, but his tongue refused to obey. This was Clara at his door. HIS Clara. The sweet girl that visited and made him wake, wet and shaking, from a dream he never wanted to end. The girl he calls Clara, at his door.
‘I’m sorry…I must have a wrong room’
Kelvin’s tongue finally took orders from him.
‘Looking for someone? I mean, you must be looking for someone…’
Her smile was easy as his words tumbled over each other. He was such an idiot.
‘I’m sorry, Musa gave me his room number but…’
Musa? How did this pretty innocent looking girl get involved with the notorious Musa. Why do the good ones always end up with the bad guys? Here he was straight A kid. Never smoked, never drank all his life but each time he spoke to a girl on campus, they always turned him down but Musa…
‘Do you have any idea where he is?’
He could lie and say he didn’t know. She would go home and save herself the trouble…and Musa was trouble. Or he could take her to Musa. Right up to where he was smoking hemp with his homies. She would see for herself that hanging out with Musa is a bad idea and what is more the walk could give him an opportunity to hang out with her for another 10 minutes. Maybe he could even find out her real name and who knows after she finds out what a bad boy Musa is, maybe…
‘Yes, just give me a minute’
There was really no reason to step back into his room. He had his shirt on and his jeans was in good shape but his heart wasn’t. It beat so loud, he had a feeling she would hear it from the other side of the door. He took a few deep breaths and then opened the door and walked out.
Half way to Musa’s hangout, he hadn’t summoned courage to say a word to Clara. He had replayed the conversation several times in his head but it never seemed to sound right. What if he just went straight to the point and told her he liked her. He stole a sidewards glance and the smile playing on her lips broke into full blown laughter in his head. There was no way she wouldn’t laugh at him. Even he would laugh at him! There are supposed to be interesting lines that you use to ask a lady out. He had practised a few, but they all deserted him at his hour of need. One thing was sure, he had to think of something fast, in just a few minutes this window will be shut and…
He was unsure if that was a shot.
Next thing he saw was Musa and his gang running towards them. Another shot rang out as he did the first thing that came to his mind. He pulled her down with him and she collapsed on him. He rolled over and lay over her, protecting her. Musa’s people didn’t give them a second glance as they ran past. The police van showed up next and sped past them.
What a waste! How was he to prove to her the kind of person Musa was now. Why couldn’t the silly police have stayed away for another 10 minutes at the least. And then he realised he was still lying over her.
‘I’m sorry’, he began as he rolled off…
There was something about the angle at which her neck lay.
And then he saw the blood on his shirt…
He who observes the wind will not sow, and he who regards the clouds will not reap.- Eccl 11: 4 ESV