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Jaime Fradera
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since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2008-03-19 08:17 PM

It is afternoon.
I am riding on a bus.
It has been A long and boring trip.
I amuse and flirt playfully with Cokie.
Playfuly,She wraps her legs about my waist.
As we laugh and tease each other,

The bus stops;
The trip is over.
Time for me to leave.
I encounter Cokie’s husband.
He’s just been preoccupied with something.
He teases me lightheartedly
About me being with his wife.
We all loved Cokie very much .

I step off the bus,
and it is night.
I find myself deep in the woods,

I feel chilled
By a cold and penetrating drizzle.
I look through the dense shrubbery
For the chair I’ve been assigned to live on.
It seems I have been
Living on this chair, out here,
For days, or maybe even weeks,
Yet I have somehow managed.
An old man to my left
Sits near me on the ground.
He says he doesn’t have a chair.
He says he was supposed to get one,
But nobody did the paperwork.
He wants to know If I can help him.
I tell him That I’ll see what I can do.
I have no idea where to go,
And strike off in a random direction.
Hoping I’ll eventually find something.
I am going to starve
or die of exposure out here.
I am running, crashing through the woods,
Cold and wet,
Shivering against the freezing rain.

I walk into an open door,
A building; it has a wooden floor.
And it is warm and dry inside.
And it has a roaring, crackling fireplace.
And there are many people there.
And they are boisterous, talking and laughing.
A man hands me a tray
And starts to tell me
All the things they have to choose from.
After he reads the menu,
he says what do I want?
I am startled.
I don’t mention it,
Don’t want to bother people,
it feels so awkward and embarrassing,
by Complaining to total strangers that I haven’t eaten all day,
That I never, ever thought there would be food …
Not way out HERE. ...
I think about the old man.
I don’t know the way back to him.
It seems he has been living
With no chair
For days, or maybe even weeks,
Yet somehow he has managed.
The man who helped me order
takes me to a seating area
Covered from the rising storm outside.
Then the tallest woman I have ever seen
brings the largest tray of food that I have ever seen,
and it is full.

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

1 posted 2008-03-19 09:04 PM

Does this have a title, or are we supposed to remember it?

Bobby

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2008-03-20 07:48 AM

This is an outstanding rewrite, Jaime.
"The chair in the woods" could be title, or even "Full plate"???
You can go into the edit screen and change the title, or have a moderator help you.
This, and your recent post, show how good a story-teller you really are, amigo!

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