Post by twilight on May 3, 2019 14:06:00 GMT -5
The year is 1698. I was 13 years old. Ole lucky number 13. My name was Ignacius. We were living on the coast of Greece. And everyone was either a fisherman or a farmer. We were fishermen. School was non existent in our country back then. You had to be well off to get educated and most were poor or worse.
We traded for what we needed, lumber, food, clothing, whatever. One Autumn afternoon we are on our little boat, trying to catch some octopus and squid as it has come into fashion. When our boat capsized due to a whale hitting us. The whale kept going, it never looked back. But my father and I were left too far from home. Too far to swim, too far from other boats. We were able to hang on for two days till we finally succumbed to the water. We drowned. Our bodies were never found. Our boat found its way back on shore a month later. My mother held out hope that we’d been stranded somewhere. She held out hope for years. Even at my sisters wedding she put a table set aside for her husband and her son. WE did not show up. If I had still been breathing I would of felt really sad for her.
But that was life back then. Short, unsweetened and bitter. Greece had always suffered so much. Earthquakes and fires. The gods took no pity on us.
Why do I tell this story? Because if I do not, no one will. I am but one timekeeper in history, telling the stories of my life. But I am also a storyteller of SFT. Keeper of the final flames. I remember all those from before, good and bad, tragic and happy. We remember so that life may never forget those from our past and those still here. Because once we go, it will be as if they never existed. It would be as if we never existed. I couldn't bare that.
So now I am telling the short story of Robert Saints and myself. It is not the greatest story of all time, but it is a story. And that will have to do. Lately in my mind I usually refer to Robert as Deadline Boy. Like a superhero of sorts. He is able to leap a building on a single leap on Sunday! Able to cut a mean promo on Sunday! Able to pull off a miracle on Sunday! Wait now that I think about it, its more appropriate that I call him Sunday Boy! Yeah that’ll do. Sunday boy to the rescue!
Well I tried comedy and I failed miserably. Perhaps Sunday boy can save us both with a funny promo on Sunday. And Sunday is right around the corner. Just a few more days and it’ll be time. But until then what shall I do with myself? Should I count the seconds till I get that world famous Sunday promo? Should I go to the movies? Go to a great lunch? How about going swimming? Summer is hear, life guard looks a lot like Robert now that I think about it. Maybe that's his full time job, saving poor slobs from drowning? Would make a lot of sense but life guards work mostly weekends and well Robert is Sunday Boy, so that wouldn't work.
I am tired of waiting. I wont think think anymore on Robert. Or waste any more of my time or energy thinking about him. I will wait for Sunday and wait for Sunday boy to show up and do what he does best.
I guess that is all I have to say.
Fade to light
We traded for what we needed, lumber, food, clothing, whatever. One Autumn afternoon we are on our little boat, trying to catch some octopus and squid as it has come into fashion. When our boat capsized due to a whale hitting us. The whale kept going, it never looked back. But my father and I were left too far from home. Too far to swim, too far from other boats. We were able to hang on for two days till we finally succumbed to the water. We drowned. Our bodies were never found. Our boat found its way back on shore a month later. My mother held out hope that we’d been stranded somewhere. She held out hope for years. Even at my sisters wedding she put a table set aside for her husband and her son. WE did not show up. If I had still been breathing I would of felt really sad for her.
But that was life back then. Short, unsweetened and bitter. Greece had always suffered so much. Earthquakes and fires. The gods took no pity on us.
Why do I tell this story? Because if I do not, no one will. I am but one timekeeper in history, telling the stories of my life. But I am also a storyteller of SFT. Keeper of the final flames. I remember all those from before, good and bad, tragic and happy. We remember so that life may never forget those from our past and those still here. Because once we go, it will be as if they never existed. It would be as if we never existed. I couldn't bare that.
So now I am telling the short story of Robert Saints and myself. It is not the greatest story of all time, but it is a story. And that will have to do. Lately in my mind I usually refer to Robert as Deadline Boy. Like a superhero of sorts. He is able to leap a building on a single leap on Sunday! Able to cut a mean promo on Sunday! Able to pull off a miracle on Sunday! Wait now that I think about it, its more appropriate that I call him Sunday Boy! Yeah that’ll do. Sunday boy to the rescue!
Well I tried comedy and I failed miserably. Perhaps Sunday boy can save us both with a funny promo on Sunday. And Sunday is right around the corner. Just a few more days and it’ll be time. But until then what shall I do with myself? Should I count the seconds till I get that world famous Sunday promo? Should I go to the movies? Go to a great lunch? How about going swimming? Summer is hear, life guard looks a lot like Robert now that I think about it. Maybe that's his full time job, saving poor slobs from drowning? Would make a lot of sense but life guards work mostly weekends and well Robert is Sunday Boy, so that wouldn't work.
I am tired of waiting. I wont think think anymore on Robert. Or waste any more of my time or energy thinking about him. I will wait for Sunday and wait for Sunday boy to show up and do what he does best.
I guess that is all I have to say.
Fade to light
