Our story began…

xDSC_3108_neo_smGabon. Moyen-Ogooué. 1960. Dans la forêt sanglotante, abrité sous l’aile du soir… A beaded curtain rustled in the wind, its wooden jewels producing a delightful tintinnabulation, mainly, it would seem, for the sinistraural enjoyment of black beetles, now scouring the floor for moldy bits of couscous. In a stuffy corner of the room, under the indolent sway of a rusty ceiling fan, the helter-skelter disarray of clutter, hastily piled on a roundwood table, proved irresistible for a band of marauding capuchin monkeys that collected, among other things, cherry-scented pencil erasers, shiny chocolate bar wrappers, and, under a babel-like stack of papers, a dull blue passport. Then, as unexpectedly as a nosebleed, a herd of forest elephants shook the ground, forcing the slinky thieves to scamper. Thus, in the steamy jungle of Gabon, our story began.

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5 Comments

  1. This story sounds intriguing. Write faster, please. 🙂

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  2. Ah! Prospero, this got me hooked all the way.

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  3. Great beginning!

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  4. Love your beginning – I want to know everything, who occupied the house, why is it vacant etc., etc. Great!!

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  5. Oh yes, intriguing…

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