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Kali
I came in from the gym, I took a shower, and, starving, I prepared my plate. As soon as I sat down to dinner, there was a blackout on my street. Without being stressed, I walked from the kitchen to the backyard with the plate in my hands. I sat on one of those traditional porch chairs and I dined in the moonlight. A huge moon that casted light on me and everything that surrounded me.
Then I peeled an orange and I sucked it. As soon as I finished, I heard a grim sound. It was Kali, the tuxedo cat from here, acting weird. As I tried to understand the situation, she let out a oxytone mewoed and jumped in my direction, twisting her nails into my beard. Suddenly, she calmed down, gathered her claws, and the macabre expression on her face disappeared.
I did not understand anything until I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. In front of the mirror, there were two orange seeds in my beard, looking like two small eyes. She probably thought my beard had taken the shape of an animal and she was jealous. The moonlight dinner did not come so cheap. It cost me some nails on my neck.
A friendly call
A friend called to tell me about her problems. As a good listener, I was silent, assimilating her discontent. Suddenly, she asked for my opinion. “So, David, what do you think I should do?” When I started, “Well, I think …”, she interrupted me and complained:
“No, David! No! Look at that! Let me go on! “Then I shut up again and she continued:” But I don’t know either. It’s a difficult situation and I don’t think my mother will accept it. Do you agree? “When I tried to speak, she stopped me again. It’s all right! I preferred to abstain, aware that any answer could be misinterpreted.
“So! Are you going to say it or not? ” Getting ready for the worst, I did two exercises with my jaw. When I tried to open my mouth to make a suggestion, I could not. My mustache of long strands simply entwined with my beard. I struggled to open my mouth in vain.
As I struggled to resolve the situation, my friend shouted, “Wow, David! How insensitive you are! You’re very selfish, you know that? How can you be like this? I bet you did not hear what I said! People should know who you really are. Oh, you know what? Goodbye!”
At the end of the call, I went to the bathroom to persuade my mustache to leave my beard alone. To my surprise, I received a message from Whatsapp: “Do not forget to send me your opinion. I am waiting. Kisses!”
The Beard
I never imagined that I would go through such an unpredictable and uncomfortable situation
I woke up and I kept lying in bed with a strange feeling. Even though I did not see him reflecting on the ceiling, I noticed my face had diminished. When I pressed my thumb and index finger of the right hand on my chin, I shuddered. It was plain. There was no thread of my full black beard. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom without feeling the beard touching my bare chest.
In the mirror, my face looked so small. “No! That’s not me! It’s not right! What happened?” Even my head had shrunk. ”Dove head, pinhead!, I judged myself. And to make matters worse, I had rejuvenated at least ten years, which bothered me most of all.
Hairless, my face was so fulgid that I had to partially close my eyes and protect myself with my palms facing the mirror. I never imagined that I would go through such an unpredictable and uncomfortable situation. I left the room and slammed the door. I felt the breeze touching my skin unaccustomed to the absence of hairs.
My face was vulnerable, extremely sensitive and unprotected. Entangled, I went to the bathroom and poured some water over my face. “How strange to see the water touching my skin so easily.” I brushed my teeth and went back to the bedroom. I sat up in bed and I thought, without veiling melancholy.
I definitely did not shave myself the night before. I did not even approach any kind of blade or razor. Where did the flat face come from? I was irritated, believing that some covetous man had stolen my beard in the dead of night.
I remembered the envious unbearded men, who were not few. There it was always one or another at each corner, looking at my beard at the level of my chest, fluttering with the breeze strokes. They showed their teeth pretending cordiality. Scoundrels! They must have banded together last night.
I leaned to the floor and began to look at it closely, trying to find at least one strand of my beard. There was nothing. Nothing! Nothing! The conspiracy was so well planned that there was no trace left. “How? How? How? What a terrible nightmare!”, I monologued, disconcerting my eyebrows.
I wore jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of sneakers, and I walked to the streets in an attempt to ease the agitation that consumed me. The sky remained clear, and the sun spread its light unreservedly. It was a beautiful day. To my surprise, friends and acquaintances did not recognize me. I got close to a comrade, and he frowned, spat on the ground and shouted that he had never seen me.
“Stand back, sir, stay away or I’ll call the police,” another man warned.
It’s all right. I crossed the Rondon Street and entered the Bank of Brazil. I went through the door and, as I always did, I approached the security guard to greet him. The man dodged and threatened to hit me.
“Do not come any closer to me like that!” Never again, sir! I could hurt you”, he declared.
Without saying a word, I stepped back, picked up a password for the bank tellers, and I sat in a blue armchair, watching the electronic panel. Worried about the time, I opened my wallet, but I could not find the bank card. “What am I going to do? More time wasted, frankly …” Anxious and cranky, I took a deep breath, and stared at a fixed point in a small transparent space in the partition separating the clientele from the cashiers.
I did not believe what I saw. I condemned myself to insanity. Something furry and slender in his smallness walked across the partition carrying an orange card. He had no human hands, but improvised fingers with his own hair. When he noticed, I was watching him. After, he stepped forward in a rush through the legs of the security guard. He was like a little king of the maneuvers.
Bastard! Ungrateful! Disgraceful! You little son of a bitch! How could you do this to me? I screamed into my own consciousness, itching in my mouth.
It was my beard! On the way out of the bank, he swung my card and ran off with his pelous feet, which kept hygienic distance from the floor, as if floating. For fear of drawing attention, or fearful of the embarrassment of being ignored, I walked in disguise. Outside, my beard ran lightly, almost disappearing around the corner.
In desperation, I put my hands to my head and shouted:
“Stop! Stop that beard around the corner! Look! Looks like a fluey little man! But it is not! He is faking it! It is a sneaky being! It’s a beard! Do not let that hairy crook run away! He stole my card! You damn bastard!”
Almost nobody heard me. The few who attended my cry, laughed and shouted: “Another drunk in this city! Get out of here, you crazy one! I’m sick of all this bullshit!” One of them called a police car as I ran down the sidewalk. Close to touching my hands on the fledgling beard, I felt someone pull me by my arm.
The scent of the beard faded like the most ephemeral of illusions. Rascal, he stopped running and began to walk slowly, shaking my card and making fun of my situation. Before entering the Hairdresser’s House, he stretched the ends of his long mustache, straightened his hairy ass, and rocked it before crossing the threshold.
I wanted to squeeze him and sharpen him with punches and kicks, but I could not do that with my beard. I needed it whole. Him? I do not know! How to define a beard? Male or female? Whatever! I was taken to the police station. They made the report, qualifying me as an offender, disturbing the peace. There, I met three co-workers and, once again, I was not recognized by anyone.
“No, I’ve never seen him. I know a person by that name, but it’s not him. It must be mere coincidence”, told one of the comrades.
I paid bail and I was released. With nothing to lose, I told the investigator everything that happened that morning. He recommended an appointment with his brother-in-law, a psychiatrist. Enraged, I returned to my home recognizing the defeat, and decided to write a story about the disappearance of my beard. The newspaper did not want to publish it, describing it as implausible. It’s all right. I was happy to publish a note on the online classifieds.
“Wanted – black bulky closed beard. It has independent profile, male shape, athletic posture, spacious walk, elongated mustache, handlebar type, and hides between the hair an orange bank card. Good reward will be paid for any information about his whereabouts.”
Only the most cunning opportunists responded to the announcement, bringing me other people’s beards, and with their varied colors and shapes. Most of them, probably collected from the barbers shop’s floor.
At the end of the afternoon, I gave up looking for him. The next morning, when I got up and scratched my chin, I ran to the bathroom mirror. I just smiled. He came home. Beside the bed was a comb and a series of products. Yeah. I should have taken better care of my beard.
The woman next door
Some time ago, I was dating a girl who lived in a very small apartment. So, whenever I picked her up, when she was in the bath, we had the habit of talking through the door. I did not come in, just stood in the hallway. One day, an elderly woman, who lived in the apartment next door, opened the door and appeared wrapped in a towel, asking me to keep my voice down, because she felt vulnerable at the sound of my voice. I apologized and she replied:
“Don’t you realize that I’m naked? Only with this towel over my body? I don’t want to hear your voice, it brings me uncomfortable memories. I just don’t want to hear it! Don’t you understand?” I was confused, but I answered that I understood. She didn’t believe me, and told me that I should not speak in the hallway, because she felt uncomfortable. She claimed that I was interfering with her privacy of feeling naked and free. She said that my voice was invading her body.
I was scared and worried. I started knocking on the door and my girl said she would come out soon. The elderly woman continued watching me from afar, with a questioning look, very weird and challenging. Dissatisfied, she opened the door a little more and her eyes widened. Even faltering, I stated:
“Look, lady, I’m just waiting for my girl here. Please, I don’t want confusion. Perhaps, you are very sensitive. Forgive me if I did something wrong.” Startled, she frowned and shouted: “What? How dare you, motherfucker!” Then, she dropped the towel, opened the door, took two steps completely naked and stared at me fixedly.
Embarrassed, not knowing how to react, I observed the right wall and kept my eyes on a fixed point. Before closing the door, the lady scowled and shouted, “You pig!” several times. Seconds later, my girl came out and we got out of there as quickly as possible.