Lote-Tree
10-22-2007, 04:54 AM
Tale told by an Idiot
Dedicated to Manolia
"But I love you"
"Get lost you idiot!" she screams at him. The mesmerising brown eyes and lips are dancing with expletives while her white Gypsy dress flaps around her beautiful figure.
"But I love you"
"If I hear that again I swear I am going to super-glue your lips!"
"But I love..." he stops. His mouth moves but no sound comes. The sea air is playing with his black curly locks. The seaguls are flying above their heads in the blue sky.
“Listen I have to tell you something”. He runs after her like a dog that has been unleashed.
“I don’t want to hear it!”
“But it is a story.”
“I don’t want to hear a story from you! Do you not understand this?
“But it is a Tale Told by an Idiot” he says smiling, the smiling for which he received the one and only compliment from her. Even though she said it in an insulting way “you look ugly as sin but you have a wonderful smile” he treasured it as a fond memory.
“Not that again!” she stops walking and turns and glares at him.
“But I haven’t told you a story before” he pleads to her like a child.
“You and your stories and poetry, I don’t give a damn about them"!
“Hey that’s unfair"! He says still smiling. "You said you liked them."
“It was out of pity!” She turns away from him and stares at the sea.
“I enjoyed your pity” he said smiling. “But my story is about a beautiful princess who falls in love with an idiot.”
She turns around and smiles at him. A perfect smile, a beauty-queen smile; for this smile he has come to this beach over and over again searching for it in the rock pools, in the clouds, in the air, amongst the gulls flying above, in the sun and in the twilight. Even in his dreams and in his daily imaginings too, he searched for that smile hoping to hold it in his arms, to hold it against his soul.
“I like a Princess story” she says “so tell me it I am willing to hear. I hope it has a happy ending”
“All beautiful Princess stories tend to have happy ending” he said, still with a smile but this time it had line of sadness about it “here you can read it for yourself” and he brings out from his pocket a folded paper and hands it to her. He can feel the pain now in his hands in his finger tips and even in his toes, cursing throughout his body like electricity. For the first time she hugs him. He feels her warmth and her perfume intoxicates him. She lets go and run towards the hotel. Though the sea is calm behind him but inside it is raging. Huge tides rise and crash against the rocks in vain. He feels little dizzy. He catches his reflection on the pool of water. An urge comes to him to stamp on it hard; to wipe it out. But he resists but crouches down and reaches out and grabs the shell from the water and opens it. Inside he finds a shiny pearl.
Dedicated to Manolia
"But I love you"
"Get lost you idiot!" she screams at him. The mesmerising brown eyes and lips are dancing with expletives while her white Gypsy dress flaps around her beautiful figure.
"But I love you"
"If I hear that again I swear I am going to super-glue your lips!"
"But I love..." he stops. His mouth moves but no sound comes. The sea air is playing with his black curly locks. The seaguls are flying above their heads in the blue sky.
“Listen I have to tell you something”. He runs after her like a dog that has been unleashed.
“I don’t want to hear it!”
“But it is a story.”
“I don’t want to hear a story from you! Do you not understand this?
“But it is a Tale Told by an Idiot” he says smiling, the smiling for which he received the one and only compliment from her. Even though she said it in an insulting way “you look ugly as sin but you have a wonderful smile” he treasured it as a fond memory.
“Not that again!” she stops walking and turns and glares at him.
“But I haven’t told you a story before” he pleads to her like a child.
“You and your stories and poetry, I don’t give a damn about them"!
“Hey that’s unfair"! He says still smiling. "You said you liked them."
“It was out of pity!” She turns away from him and stares at the sea.
“I enjoyed your pity” he said smiling. “But my story is about a beautiful princess who falls in love with an idiot.”
She turns around and smiles at him. A perfect smile, a beauty-queen smile; for this smile he has come to this beach over and over again searching for it in the rock pools, in the clouds, in the air, amongst the gulls flying above, in the sun and in the twilight. Even in his dreams and in his daily imaginings too, he searched for that smile hoping to hold it in his arms, to hold it against his soul.
“I like a Princess story” she says “so tell me it I am willing to hear. I hope it has a happy ending”
“All beautiful Princess stories tend to have happy ending” he said, still with a smile but this time it had line of sadness about it “here you can read it for yourself” and he brings out from his pocket a folded paper and hands it to her. He can feel the pain now in his hands in his finger tips and even in his toes, cursing throughout his body like electricity. For the first time she hugs him. He feels her warmth and her perfume intoxicates him. She lets go and run towards the hotel. Though the sea is calm behind him but inside it is raging. Huge tides rise and crash against the rocks in vain. He feels little dizzy. He catches his reflection on the pool of water. An urge comes to him to stamp on it hard; to wipe it out. But he resists but crouches down and reaches out and grabs the shell from the water and opens it. Inside he finds a shiny pearl.