Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The power of the opal

They watched the lights play out in the night sky as he held her in his arms. It was the end of all they had known, and what they had known was not pleasant. The pleasant times were to come in the many years ahead of them.
He looked down into her pale face.
"What's the moral of this story?" He asked.
She regarded his satin-blue eyes, and seemed to consider her reply for a short time. At last she spoke,
"I am afraid I do not know, let's leave that to the bards, the poets, and the harpists.
They sat down together on the dewed and singed grass. The flashing lights drew to an end as they slept against each other's shoulders.

A few years later, after the the time of hard work, and diligence in the building of their new civilization had come to an end, as they took their evening walk, she found a paper pasted to a stone wall.
"Look," She told him, "Someone has written about our adventures."
"I never thought I'd see the day when tales would be condensed and written down, then to be stuck flat to the town wall."
"It is strange, Isn't it? I've read the news my entire life, but I've always thought stories should be told out loud by a bard, or a poet. They give so much life to the characters, the places, and the deeds."
The man peered closer at the paper.
" 'By Bartholemew St. James', do you suppose it's The Bartholemew St. James? Your old neighbor?"
"It could be," She replied, also peering closer, "That's definitely the way he spelled his name." She giggled, holding her slender hand to her mouth.
"It certainly merits a reading, then."
They both stood holding hands, motionless and attentive by the wall for some time.
Soon the sun was beginning to set behind the mountains, causing glorious angel-pathways (as she called the beams of light that shot from the clouds) to dart out all over the darkening sky, the couple seemed to come to the end.
They slowly turned and looked at each other with wonder and satisfaction on their rose and umber tinted faces.
"I rather liked that moral" He said.
"The ending was best" She agreed.

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