Short Story Slam Week 7:http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/thursday-short-story-slam-week-7.html
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As a loner, being single and unemployed, John makes a living by buying used books from college students /professors with least costs and resells them to book stores, he always reads fictions before he lets them go, especially books on fantast or magic, and he enjoys day dreaming and believes in magic!
Now he is 45, yet has never touched a woman and not sure how to get one, precisely, he believes that magical adventure is his lifetime love, women are either too bossy or too dependent to arouse his interests…
This summer is super long for John, he is aging and his one room apartment is not organized, the increased temperature makes his life almost unbearable…
“Can magic happen to me? I wish for some excitements…” John murmurs to himself, laying in his single old bed, on this last day of July.
That’s when a strong wind comes knocking at his door, and a force flows in and takes him.
John is flying, with no wings!
He feels like screaming, yet has no strength to let out a cry.
The next thing he knows is that he is on a coconut tree in a jungle, about 20 feet high, with a ripen banana in his hand, and he smells like monkey. His face turns RED when he finds himself naked, with a group of monkeys standing below the tree, grinning at him.
John is not sure what to do. He wishes to dig a hole and dive in…after a few seconds of embarrassment, he decides to jump down and kill himself…and he throws the banana toward another tree, and lets himself fall, toward the ground.
He is ready to die.
But, half way from the ground, something snatched John and again, he is flying, this time with a strange bird under his body.
Strong wind hits his cheeks, his face changes shape and he feels like screaming again, but no voice comes out of his mouth!
When John eventually has his feet on earth, he hears soft music, and more startling, he is dancing with the fairest lady on earth, near a beach…only two of them, under the romantic moon light…
“I’ve never learned how to dance.” John tries to stop what he is doing.
“You dance like a pro.” Her voice is sweet, making his heart jump!
“Who are you? Why are we here?” John tries to find his conciseness, blushing…
“I’m your friend.” She smiles, putting her body closer to John.
Silence…
John has this strange feeling, he is doing something he has never wished to do or has no desire to do, yet, he has lost his courage to stop doing it. A shock of electivity flashes cross his body and he has to admit that he actually loves it.
The air smells of wine and a cloud hides half of the moon.
The music has stopped itself, and John and his friend have stopped dancing at the same time.
“I have to go home.” John tells himself.
But his hands has pulled his friend closer, and he squeezes her cheeks gently and begins to kiss her.
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John finds himself laying at his same old bed, all sweaty when the ring of the doorbell wakes him up. It’s a client who wishes to sell him his used books.
He still recalls what has happened to him, and it is in his dream.
PS: this is a fiction, hope that you enjoy reading it.
This is so sad and so full of realism…yes realism…when people just forget that time passes…and they are alone and helpless
Jaye
Indeed a sad realistic story.
You are so creative. I enjoy reading your work
I think there are a lot of Johns out there.
What a terrific write, Jingle.
I sure hope it’s fiction Jingle! What a wild story! You have a wonderful imagination.
It’s sad when you wake up – still, while dreaming, it is real, and sometimes infinitely better than nothing at all.
This was such a sad tale, but its how life goes at times. We all need some magic from time to time.
I sure did enjoy, nice story
I think there are a ot of people just like John, think time will last them forever, until one day they wake up and begin to feel the aches and pains that come with age and realise, time is marching on and they have waited so long, maybe life is passin them by.
a lovely short story read from you Ji 🙂
lol my dreams normally would end with being naked up the tree glad he had a nice experience ! thanks for sharing
Excellent story most enjoyable to read 🙂
John was one of millions of lonely people across the world, a little older than most, but discovering life and love. Hope he doesn’t wake up and find it just a dream.
Thanks, Ji, for the delightful story.
Lovely !
Fly , John , fly on the wings of your imagination …..
WOW!!! I mean look at the thought those words bring in 🙂 amazing!
I am pretty sure there must be many such Johns 🙂 kudos to your writing…loved it
Cheers
Jingle, Great story! I loved it, especially when I can’t do things like I used to anymore. Looking out for your next one… Blessings, Terri
Wow… What a dream… I hope John takes a little inspiration from it to find more in life. Absolutely delightful and quirky — enjoyed it!
awww! i hope he finds the magic.
Nicely told tale….whimsy but thoughtful
Jingle, this is both sad and creative and still full of hope. Love and a new day/new beginning. Very nice!
Such a sad tale… and yet, somehow, it’s hopeful too.
Good one!
Enjoyed this. I wish I could read more of his wild day dreams!
wow, Jingle! you really have a great take on the prompts! being alone is too sad. i hope he goes out now and finds friends.
I like this story so much because it reminded me of my own constant dreams of flying. I’ve been told that when we dream of flying we wish to escape from something. I think John wants to escape from his loneliness. A beautiful story, Jingle. xoXox
This is sad………Beautiful and heart rendering,seems like you are quite good at story telling too,not only poetry
FLYING WITHOUT WINGS. REALLY INTERESTING AND TEMPTING TO STEAL. (LOL). THANKS FOR SHARING JINGLE. LOVE THIS SO MUCH
JINGLE WRITES WITH SO MUCH PASSION
Great imagination! Good story Jingle.
Glad to take over, Jingle, I honor you, this blog is still under Jingle the blog name,
but I am happy to start anew and make my impacts as Aya Wilson….
best wishes…
Lovely story…very thought provoking, edge of my seat kind…kind I really enjoy reading. I noticed a different Gravatar face in the comment section of one of my poems here: http://sonsothunder.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/oceans-at-night/#comment-9052 with the name Jingle…So, did the original Jingle write this story, or, did you Aya? And, maybe there’s something I can find on the site already, but, when did the change take place? If I may ask… Either way great little yarn.
paul