a sprite of autumn

"Watch out!" Jewn scratches her thigh. A football is kicked to a group of boys in a distance.

Ajil jumps and tries to touch it, but misses the ball. Kes slaps the ball with his chest while Pel cowers behind.

"What the.. don't kick it so hard?" Kes declares.

"I apologize, " says Aril. "I wanted to scare Bhanu."

Bhanu stands next to his cousin, Aril. He gives him a skewed look as the sun gleams on his skin. His cousins from Germany visit a few times a year, and because of the summer beach house, they were adamant about visiting their family in Spain.

Bhanu and Kes had their childhoods in Seville, a southern city in Spanish territory. As good students of education, they swiftly help their cousins with papers and reports. In a guise of reconciliation, Yamir has brought a gift of books for Bhanu and a laptop for Kes.

"Woa. Really? Thanks cous!" Kes whimpers as he opens his package. A silver laptop is inside.

"Definitive, I hope it helps with your college." Yamir shines with pride as he watches his cousin glover over his new device.

Bhanu is reading the covers of the books as Curl and Fenn enter the balcony. Curl says hi and Fenn nods. Her hair is a little tangled, but a rose is perched on her ear.

Bhanu, in a momentous stumble, eyes Fenn with a soft autumn daze. Her blue blouse is cute. He thinks.

"Hi Bhanu. Fenn, this is my cousin! He is such a good baker. Maybe you could help him with cupcakes tonight?" Curl asks her friend who she brought along.

"Hi!" Bhanu says. "Yeah, I'm her cousin. Where are your belongings?"

"I left them in the car." Fenn blinks. Her eye lashes fondle Bhanu's interest as she observes his demeanor. "What are you reading?" She perks.

Bhanu looks down on his books. "Uhh.. I was gifted a trove of books from Yamir, our cousin." He points at Curl. "He is from Afghanistan."

"That's kind." Fenn walks away as Curl picks up a beverage.

"We're visiting the city. See you tonight?" Curl asks.

"See you." Bhanu stumbles as the two girls leave. His neck is a little strained from writing all week, and bewildered by the sight of a girl he has just met, his imagination runs fowl as he begins to caress her waist. Who?

...

"Where's Aril?" asks Jewn.

"He's getting groceries I think, " says Yamir. He passes the ball to Ajil, and an oust of thirsty intonation is allured as the two boys glimpse at the cute girls in bikinis.

"Who is her?" Yamir asks.

"My girlfriend. We met at a harbor in Uzbek." Ajil scolds his cousin's smirks.

"Oouh, a girl that you flatter? How must you bring her on such a busy summer if you are her lover?" Yamir says. He receives the sandy ball.

"She really wanted to come, and I had to discuss my plans with her parents.. " Ajil smiles in a shy delight. "Her mother scolded me for disrupting her family's summer plans."

Yamir laughs.



The three girls huddle in the balcony as Yamir tells a night story.

"And as the little librarian began his departure in demise amidst an aging prom's eventual end, he looks over at his crush in the dark hall. He gulps a bit.." Yamir is disturbed by Jewn's laugher. "Wha?"

"Hahahe. What a horrible librarian to not ask his crush to a wibble of love." Jewn clammers.

"Huh? He's a little shy." Yamir explains.

"Stop it, Jewn. I wanna hear the rest of his story."

Jewn claps her hands and nods. "Fine."

Yamir grins as he taps his shoe. "Okay, so he, after some a time, decides to walk up to her."

Ajil's girl is in silence, listening to his plot. Wei is crunching on a small waffle. Kes mumbles in boredom as he accompanies the group.

"In an eye of frustration, the girl clasps his hands as he mutters a proposal to dance. She drags him to the dance floor!" Yamir declares.

"Yay." says Ajil's girl. Jewn yawns as Wei gulps.



Bhanu has two trays full of cupcake mix as Fenn joins him in the kitchen. "Hi Bhanu! Sorry for being so late. I had to help Curl with something."

Bhanu lights in a delightful stern and smiles. "Is okay. I'm almost done with the cupcakes."

"Oh noo! I'm sorry." Fenn covers her face with her arm as she drops her bag.

"Be careful, " Bhanu decides to poke her cheek with some mix.

Fenn giggles a bit as she smothers his face with her hair. "It's okay, there's only a book and my stuff."

The two blush in tune as the girl leans in to his chin. "I had a lot to discuss with Curl about you."

"Yeah?" Bhanu raises an eyebrow. The oven is heating up, and his curiosity is beginning to arouse him. You mind? He gestures.

"I think... " Fenn whispers. "I'm falling for you." She holds on to his chest with her tender hands as she glimmers with a hope.

Bhanu puts his hand on her waist as he leans in to kiss her. The two smother each other with light kisses as the oven is heating.



Aril walks into the kitchen to see the two passionate kissers sitting by the oven. Fenn waves. "Hi, Aril."

Aril nods as he waves at Bhanu. "Talk to you soon, Yamir is driving to pick up the rest. I shall accompany him."

Bhanu says, "Okay, be safe."



A summer is a delight to date in a mild taste of intimacy as Fenn and Bhanu grow closer in each other's arms. As the waves of cool breeze scold the umbrellas in a beach, Yamir rests on a chair and writes to his mother.

Without a hesitation, Kes invites his brother's new curiosity to dinner. He glimmers with a hot blush as he glovers over the two romantics. I guess she's okay to take care of him, he wonders.



The Spanish city is an overcoat of romance and european beauty as a couple learns to trust and fall in love. In a story that is washed in shallow salty currents, the two kissers embrace their piqued love as the Guadalquivir river assures their relationship with an ease of summer stars. At night, the city windows are reflections of the empyrean sky, and strollers of study and pastries crowd the streets in a hallucination of enigmatic coquette.



Love is a matter only a lover may become.