On the way of bringing a Green Parrot to Mum

Tuesday Evening
2 min readFeb 12, 2022

We are on the road. I am sitting at the back seat behind the driver. It’s usually my most hated position.

My two aunties, we’re never closed but they are in my dream tonight driving my car and sitting at the front seat.

The Green Parrot is behind me. It’s Mum’s and we’re bringing it to her.

I am so worried. I keep staring at the gap of the window where my auntie had opened for the wind.

The Green parrot might escape.

And here it goes. I yell, “catch it!! Catch it now! Open the door and hold it!” I command aggressively.

Thank to me, Auntie does accordingly to what I said. She graspes the Green Parrot who had flew up only a little bit higher than the car roof.

// The face of Mum eating at a Chinese restaurant flashes up //

That’s when I know the Green Parrot is hers.

We stop for a meal at some vast gray space look like an open-aired godown. While we’re eating I suddenly recall that the Green parrot might escape! As I look around and find our car had turned into a medium-size open-aired dog stable.

I yell, “Let’s put it into the birdcage!”

I put the Green Parrot in the birdcage and put the cage back behind the back seat in the car. The Green Parrot looks so cute.

I shut the car door but It doesn’t close, like it’s stuck. I do it again. Again, stuck. I look and then I find a Shiba puppy.

I slam the car door at its head twice but it seems okay. It walks and starts to cry. A cry like a human’s cry.

We are on the road again. On the way to Mum. I’m holding the Shiba puppy knowing the Green parrot is right behind me. I feel at ease.

I feel the warm summer breeze. The sun is so shine.

We are in a port city. The colour of the sea is so pale like baby blue. Blink Blink. So many by-the-sea houses, and every house has a rectangular window that frames the horizon. So beautiful.

I can feel the wind blow and hit hard on my face, while the car keeps moving on, and turning on. We might have had opened the car window.

I try to look if every house has the rectangular window that frames the horizon. One Mandarin restaurant at the corner. Does it have a sea-view table? Oh yes it does.

// I was inside the restaurant looking closely at a big aquarium. So many beautiful sea creatures behind the big tall piece of glass. //

They are moving slowly.

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Tuesday Evening

Poet Wannabe, Post-consumerist Practitioner, Sense Experimenter, & the Devil’s Advocate. Trying to merge all into my pieces here.