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MOKKA WEEK09:day4Cherry BlossuMOKKA WEEK 2009: Day 4 "Cherry Blossoms"
"They're so beautiful," Molly sighed as they stood under the many cherry blossoms.
Aikka giggled and was amused by Molly's innocent admiration.
It was early morning on planet Earth, and the morning sunlight touched the blossoms so beautifully.
Aikka could not take his stare from Molly as he watched her gaze upon the delightful cherry blossoms and how happy they made her. A gentle breeze seemed to almost shake the blossoms enough to radiate their charming scents.
"Do you have cherry blossom trees in Nourasia?" Molly asked curiously.
"No, I've never seen a flower as beautiful as this in Nourasia," Aikka replied, almost forgetting the subject he was talking about. He gently whispered to himself, "...nothing this beautiful."
MOKKA WEEK 09: Day 3-Good LuckMOKKA WEEK 2009: Day 3 "Good Luck"
The two racers looked at each other as they waited side by side at the starting line. Molly could see Aikka clearly through the window of the star-racer and gave him an encouraging wink that captured her charm. Aikka could make out a pretty clear image of Molly as he gazed into the star-racer. He returned her wink with his mysterious but friendly smirk. This had almost become a routine for them whenever they were racing against each other.
"Good luck, Molly," Aikka said as he turned to view the race course before them.
"Good luck, Aikka," Molly giggled as she turned also and prepared for take off.
MOKKA WEEK 09: Day 2-CrossoverMOKKA WEEK 2009: Day 2 "Crossover"
"Kazoku means family, and family means nobody gets left behind."
The little orange alien and the little Earth girl observed each other for a few seconds that seemed to last for hours before embracing one another in a farewell hug-or what Molly liked to refer to as a "see you later" hug.
The young alien Aikka was to return to his home planet of Nourasia. No matter how painfully he wanted to stay on Planet Earth with his best friend Molly. Although the two had come together for just a few weeks from the time Aikka landed on this foreign planet, they had grown so close and inseparable. Distance provided by galaxies upon galaxies certainly did not prevent the Divine Force from bringing them together.
"Kazoku means family. Fam-ily means..." Aikka began to say to Molly.
"Nobody gets left behind," Molly finished the phrase that had become their own little motto.
MOKKA WEEK 09: Day 1-WinterMOKKA WEEK 2009: Day 1 "Winter"
Molly gazed out into the bright, night sky. She could feel the winter air kiss and sting her face. More snowflakes began to tumble down from the sky, creating even more glistening sparkles as the moon light connected with them. Molly could not take her eyes away from the orbiting structure in which Aikka and his team were lodging in. To think they had been such close friends (maybe even more than that without realizing it), and the race and competition which acquainted them was now keeping them apart.
Molly did not realize how long she had been staring. She was already lost in her thoughts. She looked deeply at the thought of this bitter-sweet race of Oban. If she would have never come along, she would had never met Aikka; but because she was here, she had to feel this aching pain of losing him. Just as winter with all of her bitter coldness and piercing gloominess, she brings such a mysterious beauty, the celebration of Christmas, and even a warm feelin
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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