I prepare for my next act while awaiting my girlfriend. The fresh field whispers to me as do a pair of giggling voices. Those two girls whom I noticed during my fire-eating act are here again, looking at me. My girlfriend joins me. She immediately enquires if I was eying the two girls, instead of congratulating me on my previous performance. I shrug and pretend disinterest. This is the best thing to do. A vehement denial could prove that I am lying and an acknowledgement would provoke her insane jealousy. If she prods further, I would turn further irritated. But, she drops the topic as we prepare for our fire act.
half-hidden behind leaves