Category Archives: Fantasy Fiction
Hulda and the Elf-Knight
Hulda and the Elf-knight
“I’d like to speak to the lady. Where is she?”
“I’m here!”
“Are you Hulda?”
“Yes, I am. What brings you here, little girl? Can I see your face?” I seized her by the hood and she shook her head and revealed her face to me.
“I came after my father. Is he alright?”
“Who is your father, young lady?”
“Take me to the warriors’ camp!” She took me by the hand and I had to keep up with her. A man lifted her up and they were both overjoyed and spoke to each other in a mellow language. I shivered with an otherworldly feeling. I must have looked at a loss, for he addressed me all sorts of words, round and sweet shaped.
“I met your brother in the woods and he touched his sheath as a death menace. And in doing this he stirred up love and things in me. , so I told him. And he replied: , I said. So we called ourselves blood brothers and he brought me here.”
Or so I understood from what he spoke. It was as if his words came to me through a veil and barely reached a shore. Yet I needed these words desperately.
“And your lady?” I asked. He looked over his shoulder and he did it so that I swore to myself not to look in that direction again. “Does your father understand what I speak?”
The girl just gazed at me for a while. Then she nodded almost unperceivably or I imagined she nodded, but it was rather a “no” movement. I talked her into staying a few more days with me, so that I could accompany her to the warriors’ camp each morning. My cheeks grew hot as I felt them watching me and thinking.
On coming home my brother met us both. He covered the girl’s ears gently. “You should be more careful, Hulda! I heard rumours…”
“What rumours?”
“That you grew too fond of Kristinn. All our men know he is married”.
“Kristinn… Is that his name?”
“It’s the one I gave to him when we became blood brothers”.
Then there was this dream that kept coming back – I lay in my bed half asleep and I threw a pebble out of the window; a sort of stir woke things up and something landed on my bed in response and took a bite from my flesh. I kept asking my beldam to unriddle the runes for me. “I don’t see his face, dear lady. I see someone else…”
“Try again, try again about Kristinn and me!” Then I said: “Never mind, beldam, it won’t work! I must remember Kristinn is a borrowed name”.
“What difference does it make now? Your heart is already set”.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I feared my father could be in danger. I promised my mummy to bring him back and I didn’t know why we had to stay here with lady Hulda and her brother. We were among foreigners and I could hardly understand what they said. He had to stay in the camp and we only saw each other a short while during the day. One evening I went to talk to him.
“Father, when will we go home?”
“How was your day? Won’t you look at me and tell me?”
“It was fine… It’s lady Hulda…”
“Lady Hulda… what about her?”
“She puts her hands around her body and she sighs and calls your name…”
He embraced me and said: “Go to your mother and tell her I serve a foreign lady but it’s still her that I love. Tell her I love the lady’s brother and I will leave only if he sets me free”.
“I will go but not tomorrow. She takes me on a carriage trip tomorrow”.
We kissed good-night and I walked out of the tent. I lingered there a while in the growing darkness and when I opened my eyes again I noticed lady Hulda’s fur. I started at the thought that she might be inside with him.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
“He’s asleep! I must hurry!” I knelt beside Kristinn and tried to open the locket at his neck. I was afraid I might break one of my nails when it suddenly burst open. He started and rose his sword to my face.
“It’s you! What have you come for?” At least this is what I think he asked me.
“Do you understand what I say?” I asked him. Kristinn gave no answer, so my eyes fell on the picture inside the locket. “Is she your wife? Do you love her?” He whispered a name I had never heard of, it sounded so far away… fairest… she was the fairest among them… he had known women before and women after her. “Can I sleep here with you tonight? Kristinn…” He looked me in the eyes. “What’s your real name?” I couldn’t help looking at his lips though he kept them tightly closed. Then I turned and lay myself beside him. He leant on his elbow and I felt him awake and watching over me until the thread of my thoughts got blurred. I wouldn’t fall asleep, I was afraid he might disappear. Sleep was the shameless thief. It circled me until I surrendered.
In the morning I found Kristinn in the same position, still looking at me. “You didn’t leave me!” I said. I took his sword and cut out a stripe of my hair. Then I put it into his locket carefully. Kristinn caught my hand and pressed his lips on my wrist. “Today I’ll take her on a journey in the carriage ”, I said. “The carriage…” he repeated and there was more in his voice than before.
We stepped outside and found the little girl asleep and wrapped in my fur. Kristinn took her in his arms and carried her to bed. He sang a lullaby in their mellow language, yet I found it somewhat sad.
I dozed off while the carriage was gliding like a flake. She put both her arms around me and remained awake. She was a little scared. I woke up with a shudder when the carriage suddenly stopped. “What is it?” I asked. “Foxes!” the girl cried out. They hemmed us in, grinning at the horses.
“No!” she cried. “Why did you step out?”
“Give me your hand and step out! If they bite the horses they will break loose and tear the carriage to pieces!”
The pack was slowly approaching. One of them headed for a horse leg, so I hurried and took the girl out of the carriage before it rushed past. Out of all foxes, one stepped forward and grinned and it had a sort of stately attitude about it.
“Say you’ll marry him!” she cried. “Tell the fox you’ll marry him!”
“No! No, I won’t! I won’t! Are you out of your mind?”
“Say you’ll marry the fox or else they rip us apart!”
I kept my eyes closed. “Kristinn… Kristinn, where are you? Do you hear me?” I cried in my mind.
“Say it once!” she cried.
“I’ll marry you, fox! I’ll marry you!”
Hardly had I finished my words when the pack vanished out of sight and the carriage was back with all the horses in perfect shape. On our return Kristinn was waiting for us and the child ran into his arms.
“Were you in danger, my lady?”
“I called you, Kristinn! Didn’t you hear me?” Then I remembered this wasn’t his name. “I must marry the fox”. Kristinn went on playing with his daughter. “I must marry the fox, Kristinn!”
“Lady Hulda marries grandpa the fox!” the girl said, clapping her hands.
“Why are you so happy?” I asked.
“My father can come back home! He is free!”
“I am not free until my blood brother says so”. Kristinn looked at me and cast down his eyes. “Or if my lady is forced to marry”.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
They were all worried, lady Hulda and her beldam, my father and his blood brother. They gathered in a small room and told me to go and play elsewhere. Instead I hid myself behind the long curtains and listened to them.
“The fox you must marry is my father-in-law who is a cunning spirit.”
Lady Hulda looked puzzled and helpless because she had to guess the meaning. Her brother said something, then Lady Hulda as well and the beldam stared at them all this time. She threw down the runes and began to unscramble them. Suddenly someone stepped forward from behind a wall and his face was hidden.
“Go away and leave us alone!”
“Are you a spirit?” my father asked.
“Yes”, he answered.
“Is it you, father-in-law?”
“No, I’m not your father-in-law. I’ve come to help you”.
Then the lady’s brother said something like: “You were not invited”.
“I can fool the fox into marrying me”.
“I don’t trust you”, my father said.
“Then come with me and we’ll both go to his house”, the spirit said.
Lady Hulda knelt before her brother and begged him. I didn’t understand much but I was sure she wanted to go to grandpa’s house with them.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
“Take good care of her and of yourself!” my brother said. “It hurts me that you have to leave. I know you’ll meet your beloved wife again”.
“Oh, brother”, I said to myself, “you know those two words are pointed and sharp and they grieve you as much as they grieve me. Why did you let them out?”
“How about me?” the girl said running to us.
“Your father comes back quickly and he told me to look after you while he is away”. He took her in his arms: “Go now! He’s waiting for you outside”.
Kristinn rode with me behind the spirit. They both knew the way to his father-in-law but Kristinn ordered him to take the woods path. After a while the spirit drew closer to him.
“I’m sorry, my lord, I’m afraid I can’t remember your name”.
“That is because I didn’t say it”.
“Well… and…”
“Kristinn. My name is Kristinn”.
“It is true that nobody can harm you by any other name than yours… and nobody can bless you either”.
Kristinn didn’t answer, instead he pressed his sword into the sheath. The night had begun to drip like moist silver from the top of the trees and I felt already dizzy. A cold shiver went down my spine as I looked at Kristinn, just like the first time I saw him. I felt like I was an open book to him, since I was too tired to get hold of myself. When he glanced at me I understood that anything like having a rest was an outmost danger, yet he told us to stop.
I felt my flesh still aroused in the morning and tried to hide my burning cheeks in both hands. Kristinn noticed the fresh scars on my breast. I moved my hand towards him and then back towards me to make him remember we had been together. Kristinn then looked at our companion and called him from his distant corner. As the spirit walked to meet us, he uncovered his thigh and I recognized the sword wound I had caressed during the night. Kristinn asked something and said my name. In a twinkling of the eye I saw my face fallen at my feet.
“Kristinn!” He looked up and smiled. Then he grabbed the head and glued it back to its trunk. We freed the horse and wrapped the spirit in my fur, then Kristinn bound him to his horse. At his sign I moved in front of him and we rode on.
“Our hearts are like the woods, lady Hulda. The first unknown traveler who appears is the one we love.” No spell could have marred these words, while everything else around was blurred.
Kristinn put the dormant spirit into the arms of his father-in-law. “Lady Hulda is merely sleeping.” I heard the plates and the glasses downstairs and later someone’s steps toward my hiding place.
“So you are the lady!” She spoke with clear words to me.
“Don’t hurt me, please!”
“Now don’t be foolish! I may be sly like my father but I’ve got nothing of his wickedness. And why should I harm you when you are already wounded?” She took the locket out of her sleeve and opened it. My hair stripe was inside. Suddenly my head rested on her bosom. It was warm and comforting and it smelled like nothing earthly smells.
“Go on”, she said while playing with my hair, “you may cry as long as you wish, beautiful lady. And when you are over, remember you are young and you will fall in love again.”
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
“Good morning, dear sister! I heard you crying in your sleep. Your cheeks are still wet.”
“Was Kristinn here?”
“No, you must have dreamt. I set him free.”
“I know. He told me to remind you he did love you. And that we must not think of him again.”
loading...
Haiku. Time is
Time is
snowflakes waiting spring,
slight petals
leaving the rose.
loading...
The Questions
The Questions
The questions are the answers,
were all things understood
we’d understand nothing.
A certain beauty is there
in the why and why not
that howls and scratches
the soul.
And were it not for these,
tomorrow would hold
no promise.
loading...
Incomplete
Incomplete
Sometimes, I tare at the walls
and I find much there waiting
as they crumble.
Sometimes though, I run
with a pen and I hide.
Now and then I watch
a sparrow fly
and now and then
I am near to the sea
and now and then
all that is there
seems incomplete
and the pen
whispers there.
loading...
Death of a Mall/sequel to The Graveyard Prom
Gerard Taylor Wallace
gtwnyc@aol.com
Death of a Mall
Not one liked what was happening six feet above, and were they able to, each would have carried a sign in defiance of The Graveyard Mall. Their little graveyard was precious to them and to be looked over from Starbucks and fast food places, was totally unacceptable.
When they had gone above and danced together at their deathly prom, something had happened that gave them some hope. Selina noticed that when she held Mark, his light grew brighter and when Tina had joined them, each of their glows, glowed a bit more. When Rachael and Jeff grabbed their hands to teach them the cha cha and jumped up and down… a glass on a table that was near, fell over and rolled to the floor. Selina knew then, that although they were dead, they were no longer alone and together they might do what each alone could never.
Selina was a few cold stones and oak’s roots from above, away from Hank’s forever place. She’d gotten to know him a bit at the prom and was sure he’d join her to end the madness above. He struck her as a fighter, not so much for his own, but for another’s. She was the same, step on her toe and she’d smile, step on another’s and she’d growl. She whispered his name through the quiet and he heard her from his dead sleep and answered.
“This better be important, like maybe reincarnation”.
His light found hers and she smiled.
“I need your help Hank, and this has to do with all of our deaths”.
Hank wiped the dead sleep from his eyes and scratched his shining chin. He hadn’t liked what was happening above either and guessed that this was what Selina was talking about.
“ It’s those live ones above that think they’ll live forever isn’t it, you don’t like what’s happening up there do you”.
Before she could answer, Selina heard Rachael and Jeff laughing nearby. She called to them, then looked back at Hank.
“I want to show you something Hank”.
Rachael and Jeff are laughing, holding hands and floating around Selina and Hank. Selina reaches up and gently takes Rachael’s hand. The children quiet, becoming curious and still. Hank is too and asks Selina to explain herself.
“You’ve got my attention but what exactly is it I’m attending?”
Selina points to a beetle that’s crawling around in Hank’s forever place and cask’s him to pick up the bug.
“Go ahead Hank, pick it up”.
Hank laughs and shakes his head; the children laugh too.
“You know as I do, that’s simply not possible, the other world is out of our reach”.
Selina takes Hank’s hand and places it with the children’s and her own. The hands become one hand and glows more brightly than any had ever seen. Selina reaches down and lifts the beetle from hank’s pillow. Hank’s jaw flickers and drops, he pulls his hand from the others and the beetle falls back to Hank’s pillow. Selina smiles with a glow and explains.
“Don’t you see Hank? What’s impossible for one, can be done by a few joined together. Imagine if all of us down here did the same, the possibilities are killing me with ideas. Hank’s scratching his dropped jaw and shaking his head in agreement.
“I think I see what you mean, so tell me what lights your thoughts”.
Selina told Rachael and Jeff to be on their way, then walked behind Hank and into him. Hank felt something strange within and turned to find Selina. She was gone.
“I’m here Hank, within you”.
Jaw drops again, but further.
“What, what are you doing, get out of me”.
Selina laughs and floats out in front of him.
“Don’t you see Hank, not only can we join hands, we can all become one. I’m sure if we do, we can find a way to stop that stupid mall from being built. Hank smiles.
“Hmmm, you’ve got a bit of wicked little lady, I love it”.
Selina told Hank of a few ideas she had and Hank added some of his own. They agreed of the one problem though, that seemed to have no solution. They wanted to use the tractors and back hoe to create havoc and question six feet above. The suggestion of haunted might dismiss the mall’s location from around the little graveyard. Their problem was that no one below knew how to use the machines that were six feet above. Fate was a friend though; the very next day they heard another forever place being dug and went there that night to meet the new stranger. Hank and Selina were amazed at its size and called out to whoever was there. The biggest glowing head they had ever seen smiled and floated before them, with an equally huge body. Hank laughed when he recognized the guy he had seen with the donuts, who just happened to be the driver of the back hoe six feet above. They introduced themselves and Selina and Hank told Jack of their plan. Jack loved it; he hadn’t thought well of the mall’s location either.
That whole week, the little graveyard was buzzing with chatter, laughter and hope. The high school kids were making up songs to bid the mall a musical farewell. Frank, the red faced copper, was smiling with thoughts of being on the wrong side of the law. Rachael and Jeff were happy, just in seeing everyone else so happy and hopeful. Selina and Hank decided to float above and make sure of the night they had chosen, to begin the havoc above.
The huge tent with the dance floor was still there and now was used for weekly meetings about the mall’s progress and problems. There were a few men sitting at a table turning pages and listening to a man that was standing at the table’s end. Selina thought to do something playful and told Hank. Hank laughed and said sure. She went behind Hank and went into him, then floated near the man that was talking.
“Here we go Hank, hold on”.
Selina and Hank disappeared into the guy and he stopped talking in feeling a chill. He grabbed his jacket from the chair in front of him and shivered as he put it on. Hank and Selina laughed, then floated back out from the guy that thought he was coming down with a cold.
Selina and Hank were floating around inside the tent, looking for the schedule of upcoming meetings. She saw it on a table behind the one the men were sitting at. There was a problem though; there was an ashtray on top of it. Selina looked at Hank and Hank smiled.
“Go for it little lady, give it a shot”.
Selina went into Hank and reached for the ashtray; nothing happened.
“You have to help me Hank, you have to focus”.
Hank rolled their eyes and shook their glowing heads.
“Okay girl, I’ll give it my best”.
Selina reached again and the ash tray moved ever so slightly.
“That’s better Hank, but we need a little bit more”.
Hank starred at the ash tray and imagined it falling on the floor. When Selina reached again, it did exactly that. It made a loud clank when it hit the floor and the men at the other table all turned around. The guy that was standing and sweating said it was just the wind; there wasn’t any wind though. The ash tray rolled across the floor and Selina pushed it along; she spun it around and stopped it, then spun it again and pushed it near the men that were sitting. Now they all were standing and knew something strange was going on with the ash tray. Selina and Hank were busting with laughter, when Selina saw a poster that was lying on the floor. It was an architects drawing of the coming mall. Selina thought, let the havoc begin, and rolled the ash tray around and around the poster, then lifted it and slowly placed it on the word Graveyard.
The guy that had thought he was coming down with a cold, coldly adjourned the meeting and insisted that the event with the ash tray stay beneath the tent.
“Don’t speak a word of this”.
Selina and Hank looked at the schedule and saw that a meeting with many was three days away; that’s where the fun would truly begin and where the Graveyard Mall would find its end.
Those below hadn’t known so, but many above were against the mall being built. Their concern was not so much for the little graveyard, but for much that was historic that would have to be lost. At the meeting three days away, both sides would be there. Those that hoped to make a killing and those that loved the hundred year old trees, the cobble stone walls, and the first schoolhouse that was now a museum.
Selina and Hank floated out from the tent and down to their friends six feet below.
Jack was laughing his big butt off, having a ball with Rachael and Jeff. They were trying to teach him the ins and outs of disco dancing. He just couldn’t get it. When Selina and Hank shined near, he was happy to see them and happy to be taken from lessons of dance.
Selina told Jack what had happened above and he gave her a high five with his very big hand. She told him the day was three days away and asked if he was sure he could do it. All that were below would go in him and their hopes would be with him. If Selina was right, he would be able to drive the machines above and turn the tides of The Graveyard Mall. He smiled and said no problem.
Three days passed, and all from below were sitting on headstones and watching the crowd under the tent. Little old ladies had signs and little children were stealing the cookies from a table that had a huge coffee pot. The man that had shivered was standing, as he was standing a few days before; the secret was kept and none knew of the rolling ash tray. He banged a small wooden hammer on the table and the whispers silenced, all eyes turned to his.
Selina knew that timing was all, both in life and in death. When she heard the little hammer, she called to all that were waiting on headstones. Jack stood beside her and was fearless as each entered his light. When Rachael and Jeff were the last, Selina asked them to stay with her. Jack was glowing like a supernova and Selina was sure enough were within him. She told him she’d give him a cue when it was time to get in the back hoe. Jack floated away, and waited near the yellow monster he used to drive.
The first to speak at the meeting, were those that opposed The Graveyard Mall. Their words were honest and lacked anything self serving. Selina smiled as she listened to wise women of age. When the guy with the hammer stood and took the floor, Selina gave Jack the signal. He jumped in his old friend and turned the key that was there. The yellow monster screamed and all eyes turned to the little graveyard’s cobblestone wall. The back hoe was there, inches away from stones that had rested for a hundred years; the stones that some wanted to fall. The guy with the hammer thought again of the ash tray and said to himself “no way”. He smiled at all that were there and told them he’d go and see what pranksters were pranking. When he was footsteps away from the back hoe it ceased. He looked around it, behind it, under it… and even over it; no one was there, but he felt a chill and knew something more.
He went back to the tent where signs and smiles were waiting and told them the cobblestone wall of the graveyard looked precious in the night’s moonlight. He agreed with their efforts and told them The Graveyard Mall was a dead deal. It would find another place, less taking, less headstones, less ash trays.
Selina and the children floated above the tent and shared a glowing high five.
loading...
The Playground
The Playground
The young dreams danced and smiled and laughed and the world was only pure to them.
On the swings, the sky was bluer and felt soft when touched,
the pink rabbits were jealous, unable to jump as high.
The wind that ruffled her hair whispered secrets
and in the distance she danced as the Ballerina.
The balls bounced and returned and each gave the other something more,
colored a bit differently.
It was hard to be alone, not necessary and one hand found another and so on.
The time was lunch but forgotten and chasing dragons quenched hunger as well.
No pages were there,
and much was there
neither written nor bound.
loading...
Balloons
Balloons
She watched him and she wondered, and she smiled and laughed as she did. The bundle of balloons he held were slowly slipping away one by one, and with every color that vanished, he smiled a little bit more. When the red balloon was all he held, he turned to his mother with questioning eyes. She smiled and agreed, and the red balloon left his grasp, and floated away to began its journey to more.
loading...
Much is Grey
Much is Grey
Much is grey,
the world is painted with question,
but the seas and winds continue
and no question is there.
loading...
haiku; the broken snowflake
Haiku; the broken snowflake.
Which way, wrong way, don’t go that way.
How might a snowflake know?
loading...
Forests of Brooklyn
Forests of Brooklyn
You had to do a little magic; you had to see more than was there. An abandoned car could be a castle if you liked and the ice cream truck could be driven by a king or a knight. The sidewalks could be painted and even the sewers held treasures that parents were denied. Trust me still and know that great forests were there in Brooklyn and this one I will tell of was filled with more wonder than all.
When Saturday came, the world was our oyster; life was good and school was far from thought, as was our homework. There was never a plan, there was only this day that promised much and much we knew there was waiting. We’d say good bye to mothers and fathers that knew not of the journeys that waited and we’d check our maps and decide of the place or the forest that truly held most.
We’d watched this corner lot for weeks on end and the treasures there continued to grow. Washing machines and refrigerators whispered as great mountains that we hoped to climb but the uncut hedges made it clear that danger lurked within. It was only the mean witch that lived next to the lot and her dozen black cats that had kept us from naming this place as our own. As we sat together though, with slingshots and dreams, we all agreed that this was the day to enter the witch’s forest.
Dogs of those days, at least as I recall, were a friendlier and more carefree bunch. Whatever was going on, you could be sure to find at least one or two nearby. When you called them they’d come and when you didn’t they’d come anyway; so Shiny and Max became part of our crew that day and by the look in their eyes and the wag of their tails, nothing could have pleased them more.
Surrounding the forest or the lot if you like, there was a picket fence that had clearly been picked on. Its once pretty pattern had found the needs of starter wood for coal furnaces, healing parts for home made wagons, last minute baseball bats and tree house floors. A picket fence dentist could have made a bundle there. This served us well though and we crawled through the absent slats and hid in the hedges that needed a trim. The witch’s windows were as they always were; all shades were drawn. I suspect that the view of the lot was not seen in the same light by her as seen by myself and my friends. In any event, now we were free to search unseen for the treasures that were there.
When we spotted the gold, the most sought after treasure in any forest, we each raced to be the first to claim it. Ritchie slipped and fell and Tom was a slow runner so I had the honors of claiming the old trunk. We gathered around the Captain’s Trunk; we were sure a bearded seaman had left it, it was damp and the small hinges had rusted from the many seas it had known and the maps within would surely lead us to treasures that were buried in lands that were far and unknown by any.
We counted together, one, two and three and popped its lid open to find what was there. One moment can lead and change a life, but sadly this moment was not that. The bugs that were there were clearly disturbed as they scurried about and hid in old shoes and socks. The small snake retreated and left through a hole in the trunk’s bottom and the broken clock there ticked no more. So be it, another day would come and the treasures we sought would be there, for now though, we turned our eyes to the mountains that were there to climb.
Refrigerators were heavy, but not so when their doors were off and nothing was within them. Washing machines were easy and light to lift.
There were two of each in the forest, and piled atop one and the other, they would become a stairway to the roof of the vacant garage that was there. From its rooftop we could see all things, and dream all things, and even see The Empire State Building. Our eyes and hearts were joined and we created a mountain that would lead us to more.
The witch was watching all along and sat on her porch sipping her tea, surrounded by purrs and marble like eyes. She had to laugh though, as she watched Shiny and Max trying to climb the mountain of washing machines and refrigerators with little success. Her name was Maria and she was neither evil or had a hidden broomstick. She was simply alone, and contrary to popular belief, loved when children played in the lot. She was a bit worried though, as she watched us standing fearless and high on top of the garage.
We were all watching our steps as we carefully found our way to the garage’s peak and we sat there as the bravest of the brave, proudly silent of what we had done. With the hardest part of our mission now behind us, we owed ourselves a treat and pulled out our slingshots in search of a target. We each agreed that the wind chime that was silent and hung in a backyard nearby was at a perfect distance to test our skill.
I’m pretty sure that it’s been this way all along. I’ll even make a bet that the older guys in the days of Shakespeare or Beethoven, loved to screw around with those a bit younger.
Tony and Pete had never heard of Shakespeare, or of Beethoven, but they were a few years older then us. When they saw the mountain we had built to get to the roof, the obvious and mindless came to their minds.
We all agreed that we had chosen the wrong target, as its bells hadn’t tolled for any. Our hopes and sights were now on a trash can that was closer and had no lid. It was hard to miss and we screamed and laughed with every little stone that bounced within it. We had laughed so loud though, that the sounds of our mountain being dismantled were never heard.
Tony and Pete slithered out from the forest as quietly as they had slithered into it and parked their slimy butts on the corner across the street. They called out our names and were laughing like they mattered and pointed to the mountain they had un-mountained.
S…, was the word the three of us shared as we looked to the ground where there was once a mountain. Payback was also a congruous thought and our slingshots fired away at the snakes on the corner across the street. No slithering this time; they ran like hell as Shiny and Max barked and chased behind them.
It was clear and went without discussion or debate as to where this burden rested. Both Ritchie and Tom were born in October in the year of the rabbit in 1951. I though, had taken a first breath in the earlier month of August that very same year which made me not wiser, but older. We were pretty damn high and the ground below wasn’t pretty at all.
Maria had seen the shenanigans the slime balls had pulled and had it been a few years earlier, would have planted her foot where they sit. Such was not the case though and as she watched us watching the ground, decided it was time to feed the weary and offer an alternate route.
The cats came out first, the whole lot, I counted thirteen. Maria followed, pulling a ladder and carrying a basket of who knew what. Ritchie and Tom thought the garage’s hidden side might be better at this point and quickly vanished and were gone. I figured it is what it is and decided to deal with whatever was coming.
The top of the old wooden ladder touched the roof’s edge exactly where I wished I wasn’t and I wasn’t believing what I was sure I was seeing as I saw Maria climbing its rungs with basket in hand. When she got to the top she smiled and she carefully placed the basket beside me, she gave me a wink instead of a scolding and slowly descended away and back to her castle with thirteen that followed and purred.
We left the ladder against the fence in Maria’s backyard and the basket on a table that was there. We hadn’t found the maps to the treasures but we left the forest that day with treasures still. We slipped quietly away, through hedges and slats that were absent and I took a last glance as we did. She was sipping her tea and smiling and the shades were opened.
loading...