Who's got blue eyes?

- Who's studying biology? Elena
- Who likes to drink coffee? David
- Who's afraid of the dark? Siamak
- Whose mother is a teacher? Iva
- Who's got blue eyes? ___

Who's got blue eyes? [Kenellä on siniset silmät?]
There I was, wandering around in the Finnish class, asking people questions in Finnish(!), trying to fill out my list. Have you ever been in one of these language courses? One typical exercise in such courses is they give everybody a list of questions, and 15 minutes time. You should go and make conversations with each other to figure out the answer to each question.

"Hey, do you know who plays ice-hockey?"
"Peter. Whose shirt is green? ah... at least nobody in this room"
"You have any other question left?... Who's got blue eyes?" she said, staring at me cheerfully.
"I don't know. Let's ask somebody else..."

Only later I realized why she looked grumpy afterwards. The teacher was going through each question:
"Whose mother is a teacher? Iva and Tim.
Who has got blue eyes? Yes. Anja.
..."

Friends

She is the cutest ever! Calm and classy. Not that you think she's a snub or something! Quite the contrary! She is so friendly and kind. Yet, she shows her affection in such a natural and graceful manner that you can't help but respecting her.

The first time I met her was 7 months and 3 days ago, when I had just moved to this new apartment I live now. I was going to the laundry when I saw her sitting in a neighborhood yard. I stopped staring at her for few seconds. She stared back, not quite interested. Actually she looked rather bored, as if she used to see astonished people staring at her.

But we got sort of friendly after a while. Nowadays every now and then that I see her sitting there I start a chat. Well, she doesn't talk so much. I say hello and ask if she's feeling good, or I may mention how beautiful she looks today, and that kind of stuff. She only listens. Or sometimes comes closer behind the fence. Gosh, so handsome she is!

Sometimes when I'm bored, or feel lonely, I imagine her walking along with me. We talk, or just walk. I'm careful that people don't hit her, or ask her to stay aside so the old lady can get off the bus, and she stays aside. I scratch her back, and she wags her tail looking satisfied.

mm... I guess I should stop now. I don't know what else to say. I'm not a writer after all. Just felt like telling you about my white fluffy friend.

Childless (4)

The surprisingly thick glasses cover almost half of her face. Her zoomed eyes are slightly squint, but still bright and curious. She is now showing something to her bigger brother out there from the window. You wonder what it is. They are both so excited. Next moment she is doing some acrobatic movements when the bus makes a sudden stop. She almost falls before her father catches her and asks her to sit straight. She is looking around, still having the naughty but innocent look on her face. For few seconds she seems to be staring at you. You smile, and feel out of breath. Her mother is now hugging her brother affectionately.

He presses his ears on her bumped stomach, caressing it, kissing it and making noises with his mouth on it, as if he is communicating with a deaf-blind, through a balloon. For how long have I been dreaming of this! Putting ears on your stomach, and listening to the tiny creature whose seed I've planted there. In the womb of my beloved woman shall grow the most beautiful creature, because we made love and pleaded to have it. Her hand petting his hair is enough to make him the happiest man on the entire planet.

The room is dark. It's a long time since the sun has set. You are sitting there alone, embracing your knees, gazing at the empty space.