Thursday, January 13, 2011

a life's tale, episode #3 (final episode)

... and yes, he married her, and she married him, with thousands of hopes, wishes and dreams. The interesting point is that, almost every each one of them was satisfied to the highest extent. They were happily together for a while, until the time arrived they both felt something is not just alright. They weren't quite sure about what they felt then, but both decided to give birth to a baby like almost every other couple would do that. and intuition tell us that, their son, too, was delivered by a strange dark skinned man, with a long black, shiny hat...

As every day and week and year passed, they both were more sure that their kid was the exact thing they once were missing. So their life began to glow like a star, giving warmth and joy to anything nearby. They enjoyed their meal, and the triangular pies she made. the weekend picnics by the lake, and the gum balloons he could make. First day of school and the first day of college. Graduation picture with three smiley faces. Loving and being loved, for the kid this time, yet the same story, again and again, time after time... and we all know that persistent presences was there for making all these possible, flying from place to place, time to time, just like gnats: some men with dark skins and long black shinny hats...

one nice morning he woke up early, brushed his teeth and made breakfast for two, like most of the past 35 years. They both got dressed and took their canes, went outside for a little walk and some fresh air. Found a cozy bench in the park surrounded by fallen leaves and birds. He put his arm around her shoulders, while staring at some far point, drowned in some old, sweet imagination. Then came a feeling very familiar, yet quite strange. The park disappeared and the bench remained in an empty white space. From invisible lines, some figures began to emerge, each dancing in a huge bubble, and flying weightless above their heads. A smile place itself upon his mouth, his face implied satisfaction. His fingers tighter and his body warmer. His eyes, focused on the scene he was looking at: countless dark skinned men, flying in harmony, each with a long black, shinny hat...

the end...

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