Free Brooklyn's Song by Sydney Arrison Page A

seemed really cool. I liked her.”
    “Okay, your favorite superhero?” Brooklyn asked.
    “Batman of course, he has the bat-mobile and all the cool gadgets.”
    “Let me guess, yours is …Wonder Woman?” Song said.
    Brooklyn made a buzzer sound and said, “Wrong! It’s Superman. He can fly, kick ass and he’s super hot. What girl wouldn’t fall madly in love with a guy like that?”
    “Yeah, but he doesn’t have a mode of transportation.”
    “What part of… he-can-fly…don’t you get?” Brooklyn said, sarcastically.
    Song laughed. “What happens if you want to go out when it’s raining or snowing?”
    “We’re in New York; even Superman can hail a cab or use an umbrella.”
    “Now that will definitely cramp Superman’s style; walking around wearing his cape and carrying an umbrella. How about a parasol?” Song said, with a chuckle.
    Brooklyn giggled and playfully punched him on his arm.
    Flyers announcing the opening of a new cafe danced around the pavement in a circular motion as a crisp breeze chilled the night air.

“Hang on a second,” Song said.
    Brooklyn stopped walking and stood on the sidewalk beneath the street light. Song took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. Brooklyn’s eyes met his and she wanted more than anything to feel those full lips, the color of sweet ripe strawberries, touch hers.
    A group of college students rushed by laughing and talking…The moment was lost.
    “We better get going,” Brooklyn said.
    Brooklyn and Song were half a block away from the loft. The two of them walked in silence the rest of the way; lost in thoughts about each other. They stopped at the entryway to her building and Song said, “I better see you inside.“ He waved to the security guards in the black sedan. The guards pulled up to the curb and turned their lights off. Song knew they would remain there until their shift was over and relief arrived. After stepping off the elevator, Song walked Brooklyn to her front door. He stood with his hands in his pockets.
    “Would you like a drink or something; that walk was quite a workout?” Brooklyn said, as she unlocked her door.
    “I’m driving, so water will be fine.”
    Once inside, Brooklyn opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water. She handed one to Song and walked over to the sofa and sat down. He sat down beside her. She kicked off her sneakers and tucked her legs beneath her.
    She took a sip of water. “Song, I had a good time tonight.”
    “I did too.”
    “We never finished the game?”
    “The game?” he asked, looking confused.
    “Yeah, the getting to know you game?”
    “Oh yeah, that game.” He sat his water bottle down on the table. “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question. Your best day?” he joked, “Other than today of course.”
    Brooklyn looked up in the air as if the memory was right within reach. Song noticed her expression suddenly change. She nervously twisted the cap on her water bottle.
    “My best day was …Was when my mother took Jules and me to see our first Broadway play; we had front row seats to the “The Hunchback of Notre Dame.”” Brooklyn smiled at the memory. “My mother made such a big deal about it. We all had manicures and facials. Jules and I got to wear our best dresses. My mom even let us raid her jewelry box. Jules covered her eyes when Quasimodo first appeared on stage. She said, ‘I can’t look, he’s a monster!’ I told her he’s only a monster to people who can’t see his inner beauty. My mom looked over at me and whispered, ‘You are wise beyond your years.’ Then she kissed me on my forehead and we both held Jules hand.”
    Song wiped away Brooklyn’s tears. He put his arms around her and she leaned on his shoulder.
    “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “I know, it’s still one of my favorite memories,” she sleepily whispered.
    Brooklyn fell asleep in Songs arms. He gently eased her off his shoulder and on to the sofa. Song