dontravis.com blog post #555
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My
stars, he whittled a comely lass, and his carnal desires were rewarded. What
will happen next? (I’m sure you don’t know.)
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I TOOK A ROAD
AND CHANCED UPON A FAIRY
The following week, I bundled
my newest creations and set off for the village. My steps took me to the
cobbled highway, but my mind quickly centered on the wonderful diversion the
trek through the enchanted forest had produced last time. I quickly turned away
and made for the forbidding woodland trail.
Yet when I reached that same
glade dappled by the same sun, disappointment arose in my gullet. There was no
one there. No fairy, no young woman with yellow hair and wide, inviting hips.
My day turned gloomy, but now committed, I plodded on down the chosen, gloomy
road.
After another mile or so, my
sack of carvings growing heavier by the step, I spotted a light far down the
darkened landscape. Aye, yet another clearing where Sol sent his arrows to
provide light and warmth.
As I neared, I discerned a slender
figure seated on a rock, chin resting on a hand. Had my lass returned after
all? Nay. As I drew closer, a youth sprang to his feet and favored me with a
broad smile.
My eyes skittered around the small
clearing without discerning my fair maiden, only this oddly familiar young man
with brown eyes and dark hair. With a start, I realized this was my second
carving taken to flesh and bone. My eyes fell to the narrow waist and slender
hips my fingers had often explored… at least in the oaken version of the fair
youth.
“Welcome stranger,” he cried
in an uncertain baritone. “For the price of a song, I’ll grant you a wish.”
“Aha, fortune strikes,” I
cried. “So I can sing up a wagonful of gold, eh?”
The smile dimmed before growing
again. “Nay, not riches of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, but other joys you
might crave.”
“Then I know not what to wish
for,” I said.
“Aye, you’ll think of
something.” His smile turned brilliant. “So sing me a song.”
I chose the same sea chanty
without bothering to clean it up. He clapped and laughed delightedly as I came
to the raucous end.
“Wonderful And now your wish.
What do you desire?”
“My mouth said, “You,”
although my brain didn’t know where the word came from.
“Then have me, you shall,” he
called, reaching for the tie to his trousers.
Once again, I arrived late at
the marketplace in Stockcroft and fell on the stone steps before the church
while customers bought my entire stock of carvings. Alas my neighbor with a
wagon was nowhere in sight, so I stumbled down the highway to my cottage,
arriving exhausted, yet somehow elated.
That night Ilay abed sleepless
as my mind raced over my last two trips into town. Two awesome ventures, one
vying with the other for ascendency. Heretofore, I’d never lain with a maid,
much less a youth, and I struggled to assign each its proper place in my store
of experiences. Each had its own accommodations, its own sense of titillation,
of carnal release.
On the dawn of the next market
day, I rose early, anxious to tackle the journey through the enchanted forest.
My steps were rapid and anxious as I approached the first sundrenched clearing
in the forbidding forest. No one. Nothing.
With anxious steps, I hurried
down the path between tangled, dark boughs of trees of an uncertain origin. The
second clearing, loomed. But it, too, proved empty, barren of either human or
fairy folk. Disappointed, I completed the remainder of the trek to sell my
wares, empty of the joy I had erroneously contemplated.
That night, as I lay abed, I came
to understand my plight. The enchanted forest could endow my carved images with
but one life. Immediately, my mind set to grappling with what I might claim
next.
*****
I repeat my question of
last week: How come I never stumbled upon a fairy? Perhaps I did and didn’t
recognize it. What about you?
Stay safe and stay strong.
Now my mantra: Keep on reading and keep on writing. You have something to say… so say it!
A link to The Cutie-Pie Murders:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ambxgy7e5ndmimk/CutiePieMurders%5BThe%5D.zip?dl=0
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See you next Thursday.
Don
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