Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Journey

It was written by Roland Simon

The Journey

A young woman and a little boy were patiently waiting at the gate. Finally someone replied the gate phone’s continuous buzzing. The beautiful Susan and her companion, her imaginative son Robert were allowed to enter. Curious security cameras followed their every movement and step. The odour of roses led them to the manor entrance. They were amazed by the splendid building. The apple-cheeked early morning playfully ran around the castle like a mischievous child. The oak trees resembled timeless giant guards. The sculptures gazed down the visitors from the high towers. The artistic objects raised the smart boy’s interest. Her mother caught his arm and dragged him away gently. The main door was open, they entered.
The murky antechamber was as large as their whole flat.
The woman was playing with a nice idea. She saw herself as the owner of the castle with loyal staff. If they had had money they would already have moved to countryside. It would be a healthier lifestyle. Robert was very fond of nature – If we had money we would travel a lot - When the woman looked at the mirror her dream shattered immediately. The young woman saw two ill-looking, poorly dressed figures in the mirror. She hoped she could save enough for her son’s education – My boy is smart – His glistening blue eyes reaffirmed her statement.
Susan and Robert embraced the hot undulating light and the immense silence in the enormous hallway. They encountered the owner of the castle – Are you enjoying your summer time? - Ms Tenet was watering plants at that moment. She was very ill and old. She barely could walk. The child did not answer, just smiled. The senior woman had made tea for the boy. The tea was made of her own herbal remedies. Susan disappeared, changed into her suitable working clothes and began cleaning the bathroom. She left the door ajar.
The whole castle resembled a well-organised poem.
The hall was sparsely furnished. There was a piano near the wardrobe. The child sometimes received piano lessons. The lady had an incandescent musical talent, but never got fame herself. Ms Tenet was stumbling to the piano, sat down and started reading the music-book. Her cane suddenly fell down with a thumping noise. The boy apprehensively looked at the lady, but she reassured him, everything was alright – This cane will be unnecessary soon - Robert lifted a thick book from the bookshelf and settled down at the table. He randomly opened the book and preoccupied himself with the names of cities and countries and memorised them. He drank the delicious beverage – Infinite Ocean, the most beautiful beach, fancy ship, cliffs, breathtaking view - whispered the old lady. The boy understood each and every word.
Little fingers were frantically searching the destination in the geographical atlas.
She was playing so passionately, in her inimitable way. Momentarily she forgot the pain in her body. The room was filled with melody and sunlight. The music and light were so intertwined with each other. It was an irreplaceable experience. Conspicuously she was not in the room. Robert saw her on a board of a vessel. In spite of the hostile weather the lady stood bravely at the banister, relishing every moment of this journey. The tempestuous Ocean went mad. Giant wave lifted up the ship so highly, but she courageously withstood the hardship. She was so healthy and happy. Shrieking seagulls were playing among the blue cliffs meanwhile sheet-music was permeating every part of the place, from the ever-changing waves to the immovable rocks.
The unfathomable silence suddenly replaced music. The stillness was unbearable. Robert opened his eyes – Honey, where is Ms Tenet? – her mother’s face appeared at the door – She has gone for one week - The atlas opened again, little fingers were frantically searching new destination – Forest, birdsongs, stream -

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