Palms of My Hands

He is a bum from Florida and his name is Ken. He is someone who’s hot, wild and carefree. For him, women are just for fun and commitments are not his cup of tea. He is sitting on one of the Adirondack chairs along the seashore that day, staring at the juicy limbs of the women who were passing by. It was around four in the afternoon and the sun is going to set in an hour or two. That’s why Ken wants to savour the last heat of it for that day. His attention was caught by voices laughing out loud. And when he turned his head to the voice’s direction, he saw a happy family eating together in one of the picnic tables of the resort. Then a thought struck him: “When will I be having a family like that?”. He tried to ignore the thought from his mind. He closed his eyes to feel the prick of the sun’s heat on his bare skin. The moment his eyes closed, he immediately fell into a sleep. And in his sleep, he had a dream. He found himself sitting in one of the park benches and he was watching a little boy playing at the playground equipment in the park. He wondered who the child is but he knew they had the same pair of eyes. To his surprise, the child came running to his direction calling out “daddy”. He glanced at his left and at his right, no one is around. He was definitely the "daddy" that the child was referring to. Shock came through his nerves, his heart pumped hard. And that woke him up. Then he realized that the child was nothing but a dream.