Today, April 26. 2013, i shall have the pleasure of reading this story to an audience @ the Sta. Fe Playhouse Theater, as my contribution to Jules' show: JULESWORKS.....FOLLIES....
What she remembered most, about their initial encounter, during that first spring-time walk with her dog, in the small park downtown by the river was, how incredibly content the two of them were in each others company. Being together, was all they cared about. Nothing else mattered very much.
Theirs, was the kind of love poets describe in romantic sonnets, some of which she had read long ago, overcome by embarrassment for secretly wishing to be the one, they were addressed to while, at the same time, telling herself that only fools and poets believed in the existence of such a perfect love.
Yet, here she was, witness to the fact that, indeed, it did exist and, therefore, how foolish and cynical she had been, to doubt it. This realization brought tears to her eyes, not from sadness but from relief. And, whenever she recalled the memory of that overwhelming moment, those tears were always its companion.
Replaying the past in her mind, she could see them now, as they chased each other from tree to tree, across the lawn, dashing, darting and tumbling down, only to rise once more and disappear into the distance in mock pursuit. They were sleek, black and very beautiful. At some point they raced right across the path in front of her, while calling out with delight and looking at her curiously and cautiously.
The excitement of it all, spread through her like fire and, she called back to them, again and again, until they decided to pass her for a second time, intrigued by this stranger, who wanted in on their game.
She gazed into their dark shiny eyes, laughed out loud and introduced herself. On their next return, when they called out to her, as if inviting her to join the mad chase, she realized that she had been accepted. Just like that.
This filled her with such profound happiness, it made her cry and she began to sing a song for them. They stayed close and, listened to her, until she stopped singing. Then, they called out to her, many times and, she knew that she had found two new friends. That’s how it began.
A Raven Tale......
© Corinne Wesley, Monday, January 14, 2013
i decided to make a few minor changes in the "Raven Tale" at the last minute, so to speak....since i'm going to read it in the show in a couple of hours.
ReplyDeleteit's better now. hope u enjoyed reading it! cheers!
in case u r reading this - u probably expected to read a comment?
ReplyDeletewell, ur busted! u've just been caught in my "leave a comment NOW or deal with the horrible consequences - trap" and it's up to u what happens next.... hope u'll get out of this one in one piece, buddy!!
hehehe... :|
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