To My Dearest Roseanne- Chapter 45
A bustling thunderlight spat out Cho and Roseanne out on the field. They landed in tall grass. Although every muscle kept aching her, Cho kept laying in the grass admiring the beautiful sunny morning and gentle breeze that swayed the tips of vibrantly green grass. Roseanne was the first to get up.
"Here, let me see your wound." Cho stood on her legs and examined the arm patched by the handkerchief. There was no sign of flesh torn by a gunshot.
"We made it! We made it, damn it!" Roseanne suddenly broke out in happiness and hugged Cho.
"Hey! Hey!" They heard a scream.
Emily ran to them across the field, smiling widely. Her Kawasaki Ninja was still parked on the side of the road.
"You were here the whole time?" Roseanne asked.
"How could I leave? You told me to wait till the next day, so I waited. It's wonderful to see you both."
"Emily, my biking bundle of joy." Cho threw herself at the petite girl, nearly tackling her with the weight of her body.
"Look out!"
A large black object emerged out of thin air and flew over their heads. It crashed nearby with a loud thud, rising clouds of dirt in the process.
"It's my trunk!" Cho ran up to the crash site.
Indeed, it was a trunk from her apartment. Cho opened the lid and discovered that all her books were there. A note was attached inside:
Don't forget about your belongings. A book is the best pastime ~ Yukie
"Awesome!" Cho shouted and began rummaging through the trunk.
"What's the matter?" Emily asked.
"Here, it is for you."
Cho gave Emily a book. She looked at the cover.
"The Cat Who Saved Books. Whoa! I don't like reading!"
"That's why I'm giving you this book, to encourage you to read. Here is a bonus that will suit your interests."
Emily received another book. The title was: F1 Racing Confidential: Inside Stories from the World of Formula One.
"Now that's what I'm talking about."
"Rosie, this one's for you."
She got Empress Orchid.
"Thank you very much. I like historical fiction."
Emily hid her books in a backpack and looked at the girls.
"Everything's great and all, but how are we gonna come back to Bydgoszcz? There are three of us and a large trunk. My bike is not a van."
"I've been thinking about catching a bus," Roseanne said.
"To be honest, the weather is so nice. Why don't we walk?" Cho proposed.
"Walk? 30 kilometres? It will take us half a day at least."
"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I'm lazy."
"I'm lazy too." Emily added.
"Please," Cho said. "Let's enjoy this beautiful Sunday morning together. Gabsida!"
"I don't want to hear that language anymore!"
Off they went along the national road. Cho and Roseanne grabbed the sides of the trunk, whereas Emily pushed her bike behind them. The trio walked leisurely, admiring the rays of the rising sun, the beautiful sights of ponds, green pastures with wind turbines far on the horizon, and the cloudless sky above them. Cho once again thought about the poem that originally came to her mind just before she transitioned for the first time. She recited it out loud:
A bench in the woods,
my comfort zone.
A space of peaceful goods,
among the polyphones.
A polar bear, a cat, a rabbit,
three friends in a boat,
making a joyful racket.
What a personal anecdote!
Mr Bear scratches his tummy.
Mr Cat says the jelly is yummy.
Mr Rabbit already feels chummy.
Off they go, sunny and funny!
I sit on the bench,
looking at three friends.
Let me be in this natural trench
for the sake of happy ends.
"What is this, a poem?" asked Roseanne.
"That's right. I made it up just before I met you."
"What's it about?"
"Gratitude for good weather, nature, and animals. At least that was the initial intention. Now, I think this poem is about us."
"About us?"
"Yes, the three friends who are enjoying their time together."
"I always had a hard time understanding poetry." Emily complained. "It's boring most of the time, but your piece sounded lovely. Do you know any more poems?"
"Uhm, let's see." Cho smiled. "This one is going to be something personal for you,"
"Oh, really?"
"Brace for it!"
Cho thought for a minute and began reciting:
Can you feel it in the air?
The scent of a magic flair?
Something wicked this way comes
Something with explosive outcomes
Hide your daughters
Get off your teeter-totters
Prince of the city is coming
With the noise of his engine roaring
They call him Ninja
That's right, losers, he's Kawasaki Ninja!
He's my godsend
A machine you can't comprehend
My loyal companion
With whom I travel the Grand Canyon
He makes me feel free
Like in a deep blue sea
The black knight in shining armour
Who can overtake the tightest corner
They call him Ninja
That's right, losers, he's Kawasaki Ninja!
"Oh my gosh! It's beautiful!" Emily exclaimed, laughing as if she received a Christmas gift. "Now think of something for Rosie!"
"I beg your pardon?" Roseanne raised her eyebrows.
"Emily, you can't rush creative output, but think I have an idea," Cho said and a new poem followed immediately:
My Dearest Roseanne,
There are many enemies in our life,
but sadness is the worst.
It creeps into us
like some horrible ghost.
You are probably tired now,
and I feel sorry that you're down.
I don't feel good either,
but I hope you'll come round.
Take it slow,
Take it easy,
Think about eighties pop,
and play with your dog.
When you are ready,
dust off your red cap,
reload the gun,
and come back rock-steady.
Emily,
Natasha,
and Isa (probably),
will be waiting.
I will be waiting,
patiently–presently,
yesterday–tomorrow,
for you and others.
Hoping and Fighting!
Have a nice day!
Roseanne, carrying her side of the trunk, looked at Cho in shock and awe. Her cheeks were red from blushing. For a long moment, the girl didn't say anything until she spoke:
"Thank you for kind words. I may be tired, but I'm not sad."
"I only wanted to capture an emotion I remembered, of me waiting for you, of you waiting for me" Cho explained. "I know you're not sad. Not anymore."
"You're absolutely right. Not anymore."
Roseanne gave a heartwarming smile as they strolled along the roadway.
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