A lamp post,and a gentleman sitting on a bench,elicit many questions,which tell 2 stories. |
Out of my window, where shadows run deep, amidst the winter chill, a figure stands tall. A figure did i say, no wait for that really is two figures, each a towering presence in the silent neighborhood. I intend not this be a drag, but,reader,that would be highly unwise if i be just one narrator, when there is not one,but two stories on the run! The lamp post, its luminescence ghostly, looks even more intimidating backed against the wall, which flaunts a look so vinyl. Seated on a bench not so far is a gentleman with a story to write. He writes on and on for he has ample light. I am looking at his satin suit- pretty clearly blue even in the yellow light, when a possible reality dawns on me -maybe i am not, after all, the sole narrator! But the possibilities are many, and this just one of them, so i can conveniently brush it aside and be the sole narrator. Besides,he seems to scribble more than simply write. But then,curiosity has its ways once you have lowered your guard! So here i am,author of two stories, and one no more than a wave of questions that should only malign the story. But reader!Please understand my limitations! So i take a guess for i have two stories to narrate, and fall for my lesser judgement that the gentleman be an author. But questions!I beg your pardon! I intend here to link two stories, and then in a rush of adrenaline seek you with all my pleasure! But the pleasure isn’t mine for all that i am now thinking is, this gentleman of an author is he but writing about the man on the window!! The luminescent lamp post,i suspect the author of all nights, with all its grandeur has perhaps the last chuckle. Ah!That,reader,is how my two stories should collide! And with this,i take a beat i,author of two stories. |