The fizzled enchantment and other stories of ruin
In a land of pure fiction no one dares to question
Leading the horse to the water without any fear
Sending foxes away into the deep forest
The smell of the woods one remembers
Where the mystery was release beyond reason
With the use of the magic wand he orders
His neck be cut for he’s guilty of treason
“That was a good night’s sleep!” Sophia said as she stretched her arms. She was glad that she’d have a day off today, after the toxic two days in the hospital. She lazily started her day, had a long and luxurious shower, drank her coffee and cooked herself an omelet with lots of onions and mushrooms. She planned to go to town first then meet Lawrence for coffee. It’s their second “monthsary” and they were celebrating it this afternoon. She decided to wear her sky blue dress with a nice pair of sandals.
Lawrence is a medical representative from a local pharmaceutical company and they met when he was introducing their new medicine. Sophia was on duty that day and for some reasons, they had a long conversation, first about the product, then about themselves. That was the start and now they’ve been going out for 2 months. There was something familiar about Lawrence; she just couldn’t figure it out.
The city centre wasn’t that crowded, so she leisurely passed her time window shopping. She went to the book shop and saw that her Dad’s book was on the best sellers list. She bought one, had it gift wrapped and planned to give it to Lawrence that afternoon. How she missed her Dad, who passed away 10 years ago. She wished he was still here, she knew that he would be proud of her being a doctor. It was a good thing that she found a folder with her Dad’s handwritten manuscript. She read it and was really amazed. The story took her breath away. So she typed it, sent it to a publisher who had it published, and now, it was selling like hotcakes.
Lawrence was already waiting for her at the café. He looked so handsome and charming in an understated manner. He was happy to see Sophia, kissed her on the cheek and ordered their cappuccino. He gave her a box of Belgian chocolate and she gave him her present. They thanked each other. He opened his present, looked at the front page, read the title loudly. Sophia said this was her Dad’s book. He looked at the back page and saw the picture of Sophia’s Dad when he was younger. He was shocked and turned all white.
“Are you alright?” asked Sophia, getting worried.
“I think we should stop seeing each other,” said Lawrence softly.
“What! What do you mean?” almost crying.
“I don’t know how he did it, how he led a double life….but your Dad was also my Dad.”
I want to ring for room service
To lose my fear coz I’m so nervous
Can’t believe I’m here with Curtis
On our way to see a circus
And all our hope so fervid
As we chatter in circuits
The chime’s heard in earnest
Our order’s here and they serve us
Smell’s good the food they furnish
The day unfolded quietly as I drank my coffee. I had a good night’s sleep for the first time after a long time. That was a good start. I sat in the garden, listened to the birds singing. I put the tortoises out and gave them some dandelions. I checked my emails and answered some of them. That was my morning.
At lunch time, I was cooking my lunch, when the doorbell rang. Ah, the postman came with a parcel, he was probably delivering the ones we’ve ordered recently. I signed the papers when suddenly the door shut. Oh no! I was cooking my lunch! Would it get burnt? Would my house be on fire? What should I do? Should I ring my husband? But, he was in a meeting the whole day, he told me this morning. And my mobile phone was in the house, in my bag. Should I go to my friend who has got the spare key? But my car key was also inside. Should I throw a brick in the window? He would kill me for that! I was starting to feel cold, as I just wore a t-shirt without any jumper, and I was barefoot. My skull was hurting from frustration. Why didn’t I put something like a shoe between the door and the wall, to stop it from closing? I usually do that, but today, I probably was still asleep, totally not there yet. Oh my God, the whole world was playing against me today!
“X marks the spot,” he kept telling me before. I didn’t pay much attention. I should have had. Now this desperate situation. I needed that spare key. Where was it? Why did I do something else while he was showing it to me? I thought he would always be here to get it. Or that it would never happen. Oh God, I promise to be good. And I was positive I could do this. Think, woman, think!
Was it by the gate where the cactuses were? Was it by the front door where the garden tools were? Was it under the blue pine tree? I remembered we kept on changing the place and we took it out last time we were on holiday. That unassuming thing which I didn’t consider before. It was the most precious thing this time. Wait a minute, I remembered where it was. All I need was to pinpoint exactly where it was. OK, right, give me a minute, yes, indeed, I knew it, it was there! I needed some knife to get it, affirmative, I got one from the garden tools. Sure, the flowers on the side, the trellis, I couldn’t reach it…. a little bit more…. found it – my treasure!