(continued from a crappy attempt at a story from almost a year ago 27/11/2001. this is an attempt to save it.)
They walked towards her house on Clay street, a street Ferdinand always defined in his mind by the trees, which seemed more green today. Everything was very dreamlike to him since Catrina said alloallo. Her mannerism and his dirty thoughts it was like a dirty dream he was embarassed to have except nothing at all had happened. One of them decided to walk faster, who started first they didn't know, but soon they were having a walking race down the side walk.
"We're like old people," said Ferdinand "power walking!"
"Actually, I think there's more hip-action involved." replied Catrina, who began to swing her waist like a shark with its fin.
Faster walking. Knees lock. Backs straight. Arms fixed into Ls. Ferdinands hands in a robotic karate chop position while Catrina's were closed. Big, silly smiles.
Catrina started to run.
The skirt hindered her from running as fast as she could, because she was a little bit faster than Ferdinand, and he was catching up.
She had the right swing in her arms, but her legs couldn't stretch far enough for a good stride. Ferdinand was going so fast it seemed his body was at a 45 degree angle with the ground. He was catching up very quickly. For the seven seconds he was behind her it was like a Hanna-Barbera cartoon where the background repeats in a chase scene, because all the houses in her neighborhood looked the same except for the color and various yard ornaments. The beat of their feet was almost the same and close to the BPM of the fast part of the Beatles "a Day in the Life". Neither of them consciously recognized it, but it probably added more to the dream like feeling they were both feeling.
The shoes made sounds like tchukt thchukt tchukt tchukt tchukt then Catrina's went ptuffft and her body hitting the ground made a noise like pchffft.
Ferdinand had ran about five strides past her before he could turn around to see if she was ok.
She had already had time to get herself up, she'd thought about just laying there and pretending she were dead, but she was curious to see what damage she had taken. She liked looking at her cuts.
Ferdinand, though concerned, knew she was okay, "Are you okay?"
With her legs straight out, Catrina was bent forward like a stretching ballerina, inspecting the wound on her right knee, totally dismissing the one on her left elbow. "Yeah, man these sting."
Ferdinand got down on both of his knees placing his hands on his thighs and leaning over as if he were drinking tea Japanese style. "Wow."
In that small instant, she could tell what he was doing. He was caught up in being so close to her. The smell of tearless shampoo and that lovely complexion of hers. He was looking at her knee, but he was thinking about her leg, and then probably more of her body, and though she had similar thoughts on her mind, it made her scared. Instinctively her body went back and her left leg went up and her knee hit his adam's apple.
He couldn't breathe. Ferdinand looked at her in confusion and surprise and if he had the air to, he would have laughed. Instead he just covered his open mouth with his left hand, and put the other on his adam's apple. Catrina, with equal surprise, opened her already watery eyes wide, and covered her mouth with both of her hands. Silence accompanied by the usual suburban sounds.
