You wake up because of the shrieking sirens. You look out of the window and see an improvident dawn with its voluptuous curtain of darkness rising. Faintly a plume of smoke billows to the east. Charcoaly air reaches your nostrils. You grope around for some clothes, excitedly get them on (shirt inside out) and then dart out the door where, in the shed, behind the wheelbarrow, amid your uncle’s tools, your red pedal bike slumbers.
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Prospero's Island 
Your words have brought me to feel this dream and boy childhood.
Will your young man take the bite and open his Grandfathers’ case only to find a new appreciation of some old dusty reproductions that have never lost their appeal to the wide-audience that sees beauty through the artist eyes? Or, will he forever let the case remain closed and slowly walk toward and then into the school to carry on in the family name.
Or will Ariel’s Prospero surprise us with an interesting twist unexpected by your faithful followers . . . we wait.
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Prospero, you have caused me to run for the dictionary or to “sir Google” as I prefer to call the massive collection of answers to just about anything that I could dream up or for whatever word I need to know how to spell. I have no tome of answers anymore. I had a huge one and I gave it away. So now, I think I might just order one from Amazon or Abe books, used of course. You have caused a need for me to add to all the books that I can not bare to part with and these are not clasics- I hate admitting that- but I do not care for classic lit and here I am enjoying your “highbrow” writing and can not wait for the conclusion.
But… do you not, in your stories, include at least a pet of some kind? A monkey perhaps? 🙂 I really am joking about the monkey.
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Oh, Yvonne… you are so sweet. And I promise to include some animals (cute, furry things) in upcoming stories. How do you feel about chinchillas? See, I’m kidding too!
And don’t you dare throw away your non-classics. Variety, they say, is the spice of life–and there is room for everything from cartoon strips to James Joyce. How cool is that?
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Thank you. That is the quickest reply that I can remember in a long time, from anyone. Well, it is like this. I’m not much for fiction and probably the only reason that I am reading your stories is because I know that you are a dog person. And, the fact that you sort of made a connection through your comments about pet loss and your beloved butterfly that preceeded Ariel. And, all of the other comments that you made. You are number one of all the commenters for my little old blog for 2012. I was so pleased to read that.
Nearly all my books are about animals, birds, and nature.,field guides, a few cook books, dogs, cats, horses, chicken. So you see, I have very limited taste. I have read a few classics when I was forced as part of my education but I promptly forgot virtually all of what I read. I detested most of the English writers. One thing in my favor- I like some of the great Englsih poets amd some of the american poets as well.
But back to that chinchilla… 🙂 How about a huge parrot? 🙂 Which brings me to the question? Are there many birds where you live and are there any hummingbirds?
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You have sent me off in all directions. Googling words and artists, some never known, some long forgotten, all gratefully awakened. Memories, dreams, the now, all mingling. Looking forward to the next telling…
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this is very intriguing… is this going to be a detective story, a noir story with Lilith the femme fatale? (or is Lillith the name of a black orchid in one of the paintings he finds there? am i close? 🙂
but now it is your turn to guess: what is my favourite sentence in the text? i know, it is an easy one, Lilith deserves something more tortuous 🙂
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You are not even close. Your creative foray into the speculative is probably owing to the appreciable amount of mind-altering caffeine you get from driinking exotic tea (in those fancy carmine and white tins).
Yes, i can guess, but remember that it is Lilith and not Lorelei that we are discussing…
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yes, i remember, but it is hard to keep them apart in a caffein-overstimulated brain, they are both dangerous, deadly, even if one is dark and one is fair. and so, which is my favourite sentence? 🙂
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I thought i was giving it away by invoking the lovely Lorelei: You wake up because of the shrieking sirens. Of course siren is used in a different context, but that was to dazzle you with aurulent word play.
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