The Fucking Book – Less Than Mystery – Part One – The Dwarf – Chapter Three(6)

The sight of a butterfly’s back!

(Photo taken in Kuala Lumpur of Malaysia, 2015.2)

Less Than Mystery

Heather Cai

Chapter 3


{Click here to read Chapter Three (5)}

After cooking some dishes, with the warmth and excitement melted with the scents of smell from the food, the heat from burning fire and the sticky wetness from the sweats, I couldn’t help stealing some home-made wine. Almost each dish I cooked, I would swallow a mouthful of wine before adding to the food in the pot. The more I drank, the more excited I felt and the stronger waves of warmth kept my feet tipping and tapping time and again. As though I was going to pee very soon.

Meanwhile, my aunt was busily cooking in her kitchen. When she finished some dishes, she would ask me, How many more left to cook? Is the butterfly still there? Strangely, no matter how delicious the smell sent forth from my aunt’s kitchen, the butterfly never flew there. But my aunt was not surprised, not depressed. It seemed as if she was afraid that the butterfly would just fly away and disappear unhappily. As long as the butterfly was happy, she would do as it pleased, she thought.

As each dish was finished, I put it on the table at the end of a spacious hall in the open air with bright sunshine. Before that, my father already put some tobacco leafs and a bamboo pipe on one side. When all the steaming hot dishes were placed on the table, I poured the old sweet sour red wine into eight small red plastic cups, two on each side of the table.  By the time I returned to the kitchen to take off the cooking cloth which was tied to my waist, it was too late to run for the toilet outside the house. I couldn’t move, not even stretch my body. For half a minute, I had to bend my back, press my hands on my thighs and squish my legs tightly, trying to hold it a bit longer. With the thin loose trousers without any belt, I could easily have taken them off and pee into the ditch about five steps behind me.

However, once I tried to relax and move, the uncontrollable waves turned into a different warmth, running down through my thighs and my hands. It felt so good that I just stayed still. I found myself pissing right in front of the burning stove, relieved. I then tied the cooking cloth back to my waist and quickly cleaned the floor. Silently I withdrew to my bedroom to change the clothes. As soon as I joined my family in another room, everyone was ready to watch secretly through the gap in the small window.

Astonishingly, the butterfly appeared and fluttered first around the roof with a small sound. In a moment, it flew closer and closer above the table in an up-and-down circle like ballet dancing. With a certain slow speed, it flew and slightly touched the food on each dish and sometimes the plastic cup of wine, like a dragonfly skimming on the surface of the water.

Later on, peacefully, the butterfly rested on the edge of one side of the table, looking as if it felt full, satisfied and contented for a little while. Then surprisingly, it flew and fluttered again around the roof in circles. Sometimes low, sometimes high. For a few seconds, it stopped over the roof with eyes staring at the food on the table. It seemed as if the butterfly was saying goodbye, sadly and happily. Suddenly, again it circled around for the last time, flew away to the wild and disappeared in the distance.

Since then, nobody ever caught a sight of the butterfly again.

{Click here to read Chapter Three (7)- the end of the extract}

To be continued…

PS:

If anyone who simply likes reading the words, the language, the story, or wants to know more about the character, the mysteries and my world, please feel free to like or comment. Any kind of remark will be highly appreciated.

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Thank you so much!

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