037 :: Two animations by Jack
Naomi lay on the bed. Opened her Skroll. She tapped on the picture of Jack. He sprang into life. He winked at her. The background changed. An animation. A cartoon of Jack as he strolled along a beach. The waves came in. The waves changed. Became shapes. The shapes filled with lines. Spread apart as if they were done by hand.. Maybe Jack had drawn them. The shapes pulled together to form a person. They formed him. Jack. He sparkled. He danced. The shape that was Jack exploded like fireworks. Fireworks of masks. Masks of light that became real masks. Strange masks. Museum masks circling about Jack. Jack held his hands to his lips. Blew a kiss that turned into the words Like Me.
Naomi touched to like.
A collection of circles with line drawings appeared. She touched one. Another animation. It too started with water. A pool. In the pool a flower grew. Jack emerged from the water behind the flower. The flower grew and he emerged further. The flower seemed to nourish him. It fed him. The flower formed the shape of a womb. The womb shape covered his penis as he rose out of the water. A small shape grew in the womb-flower like the tip of his penis pushing through. HIs body started turning transparent and wavy. His body faded into the pool leaving the womb-penis-flower. The womb-penis-flower grew. The womb-flower grew into the shape of the pool. The womb-penis grew into the shape of the flower. And Jack emerged from the water behind the flower. Naomi watched it play through three times before she touched like. She opened the comments. She typed This is so clever. Deleted. Typed Tell me about your inspiration. Deleted. Typed I love your animations. Deleted. Typed I love you. Deleted. Typed This is so clever. She sent the comment.
She tapped on Jack again. He was an au pair. He was from Eswatini. He was royal. There were pictures of him as a boy. Sunny pictures. All dry. Dry red dust. There were ceremonies. Gatherings. Dances. Always sunny. Always dry red dust.
The bedroom door opened. Naomi looked up. Startled.
Diane is coming. (Peter)
038 :: Music to play memories to
A pot of water was boiling in the...
