Still in hibernation and no idea when I will feel like resuming blogging, but wanted to finish off the story which has been dragging on for too long and catch up with TWT even if it is currently on a break.
One night, just around Midsummer, the pulchritudinous faeries reappeared in Timmy's dream.
"Well done, sisters!" The voice belonged to Daisy, the senior of the three girls. "It wasn't easy but we pulled it off with much assiduity. Harry was a hard nut to crack. I was beginning to think the summotion of the old teacher in order to bring him in to become Timmy's menthor was a mistake but Violet's perspicacious idea saved the day although it was risky to put the scroll in the boy's schoolbag."
"But it paid off, Well, technically, we didn't do it ourselves as we are not allowed to physically interfere. Timmy did it in his sleep without being aware of it."
"Indeed. And after that a bond began to form between Harry and the boy. In a way, Timmy was as much a teacher to Harry as he was to the boy. One could almost say Harry became an opsimath, too!"
"I only wish we didn't have to hurt Timmy," Buttercup joined in the conversation.
"He was really not in a grave danger," explanied Daisy, "but we needed to speed up things and get Timmy's mother involved. And what better way than making Harry a hero by saving the boy. And things have worked out just fine although the serpent we sent was a little overenthusiastic with the venom. We knew Harry had studied the parchments and was well obarmated with knowledge against such cases, and we made sure he had found Timmy on time. He may not be pefect but he is essentially a good man and certainly no phlyarologist which Timmy's mother soon realised. They took to each other while taking care of Timmy's recovery and just look at them now! They hardly ever separete and seem as happy together as can be. No doubt Timmy and the parchments are in good hands and he will learn all he needs to know when the time comes. Sisters, our job is done but we shall still keep an eye on the boy's development lest something unexpected turns up. Now, let us rejoice!"
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Three Word Thursday #16
Sorry, no time for a story this time, so I'm just leaving you with this...
Is invigilating stagnicolous creatures risible?
Is invigilating stagnicolous creatures risible?
Thursday, 28 May 2009
An announcement
As you may have noticed, I haven't been much around blogs lately. I'm sorry about that but I have things in real life to take care of and they are taking too much of my time and energy at the moment. The situation should be within manageable proportions by mid-June and that's when I hope to have more time for resuming my on line activities. Meanwhile, take care, everyone, and have fun.
Three Word Thursday #16
Timmy had been recovering nicely and was soon well enough to return to his mother. She was anxious to have him back after Harry, the teacher, had passed her the news. Harry was also the one bringing Timmy home and he offered him to earn a few extra dimes as his tyro as soon as he was fit enough to return to school. His mother supported the idea and Timmy, although still having his qualms, finally agreed. His mother was a single parent and he knew it wasn't easy for her to make ends meet working as the chief editor's amanuensis at the local paper. Timmy never knew his father and mother was reluctant to talk about him. He was a niddering of a man, she would say on the rare occasion, and not worth a second thought. They had been in love and planned a life together and all seemed well until one day he simply disappeared. Nobody knew where he'd gone or why but he was never to be seen again. It was only after his disappearance she'd found out she was pregnant. She had only one person to turn to, and that was her grandmother who lived in a small house at the edge of a town many miles away and that's where she moved to give birth to Timmy.
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Three Word Thursday #15
Timmy and his classmates had no more problems with the history teacher. If not exactly mellifluous, he certainly ceased to be invidious towards them, and tried to pass his knowledge with as much fun as possible. The kids aprpeciated the change but still didn't trust the man completely.
Weeks passed and nothing particular happened. When he was free from school, Timmy would explore his surroundings, trying always to discover something interesting. He would find new plants and learn their names later on, he would whistle to the birds and bring salt for the deer, and he was reasonably happy.
One day he followed the creek upstream through a dense bush when he felt a senticous sensation in his right cheek. He looked around for the possible cause but couldn't source anything unusual so he continued on with his divagations until he felt his energy draining and his face swelling. He turned around and headed home as quickly as he could, but before he could reach the town, he collapsed.
One day he followed the creek upstream through a dense bush when he felt a senticous sensation in his right cheek. He looked around for the possible cause but couldn't source anything unusual so he continued on with his divagations until he felt his energy draining and his face swelling. He turned around and headed home as quickly as he could, but before he could reach the town, he collapsed.
He was awakened by susurrous voices.
"How is he?"
"His skin is still rubifacient but his fever has abated. It was a close call but I think he'll be fine."
"It's a good thing Phillis found him there in the woods and called Harry right away."
"Yes, and that Harry knew immediately what to do. But let's leave him now. He..."
Harry? -- the thought pierced Timmy's mind. Wasn't that their history teacher's first name? But before he could think about it any longer he fell into deep slumber again.
Friday, 15 May 2009
Dancing in the city
Today at high noon
a few thousand secondary school (equivalent of college, I think) graduates took over the main street
to dance a quadrille
a few thousand secondary school (equivalent of college, I think) graduates took over the main street
to dance a quadrille
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Three Word Thursday #14
In the days to come Timmy had a lot to think about. He had waited for the teacher as instructed and when the man came he took him to his cabinet. Timmy expected to find a tenebrous place filled with musty smells but the place he entered was quite different. The soft afternoon light poured in through the wide open windows onto a desk supporting a typewriter, some books and a stack of papers but what caught Timmy's eye was a photograph of an elderly glabrous man, a beautiful young woman and a boy much resembling himself in both age and stature.
"Have a seat," the teacher told Timmy, and, following his eyes still fixed on the photograph, added, "My father-in-law, my wife and my son. All dead now."
In the next hour or so Timmy learned the man's story. He had loved his wife and family and had been a uxurious husband. The in-laws had accepted him and treated him as one of their own. His wife's father even shared the family secret with him: he had shown him some parchments, just like the one he saw Timmy carrying that morning, and told him they contained powerful messages which, for the time being, should be kept from humanity as the world wasn't ready for their disclosure yet. Their life seemed perfect until fate interfered. The family was about to spend a weekend at the cottage they owned in the mountains by a small lake. The rest of them went ahead but he had some business to attend to in town and promised to follow them later that day. After finishing the business he quiddled about the town looking for this, that and the other before finally setting off. It was already dark when he approached the cottage. But instead of the peace and quiet and the people he loved he was met by police cars and firemen and frantic activity. The cottage was no more and four charred bodies lay in its burnt out remnants. He had lost everything he loved and could never forgive himself for wasting his time in the town while the tragedy took place, and wondered ever since if he could have done anything to prevent it. The police couldn't find any evidence of crime so the fire went down as an accident although he had qualms about the thoroughness of their work, and he couldn't shed the feeling that the tragedy had something to do with the parchments as not a trace of them was found anywhere. His erstwhile mellifluous nature had dissipated in face of his losses and he became the hard intransigent man the kids had got to know. In the end the man warned Timmy once again to take extra care of the parchments and not to let anyone know of their existence. He even gave him a fake Egyptian scroll containing hieroglyphs to show to his mates if they had any questions as to the thing they had seen in his schoolbag which he duly presented the following morning.
After having spoken with Timmy the teacher kept siting in the cabinet immersed in a deep rumination. He inserted in the typing machine a blank sheet of paper and started typing his resignation. But when playful voices from the yard entered the room he trudged to the window and looked out. "Look what you have become," he susurrated softly to his diffused contour barely discernible in the glass , "They hate you and fear you, and yet one of them could have been yours... Besides, Timmy will need your assistance." He tore his resignation to pieces and left the cabinet whistling, for the first time since the tragedy, resolute he would try to rectify what he had done wrong.
"Have a seat," the teacher told Timmy, and, following his eyes still fixed on the photograph, added, "My father-in-law, my wife and my son. All dead now."
In the next hour or so Timmy learned the man's story. He had loved his wife and family and had been a uxurious husband. The in-laws had accepted him and treated him as one of their own. His wife's father even shared the family secret with him: he had shown him some parchments, just like the one he saw Timmy carrying that morning, and told him they contained powerful messages which, for the time being, should be kept from humanity as the world wasn't ready for their disclosure yet. Their life seemed perfect until fate interfered. The family was about to spend a weekend at the cottage they owned in the mountains by a small lake. The rest of them went ahead but he had some business to attend to in town and promised to follow them later that day. After finishing the business he quiddled about the town looking for this, that and the other before finally setting off. It was already dark when he approached the cottage. But instead of the peace and quiet and the people he loved he was met by police cars and firemen and frantic activity. The cottage was no more and four charred bodies lay in its burnt out remnants. He had lost everything he loved and could never forgive himself for wasting his time in the town while the tragedy took place, and wondered ever since if he could have done anything to prevent it. The police couldn't find any evidence of crime so the fire went down as an accident although he had qualms about the thoroughness of their work, and he couldn't shed the feeling that the tragedy had something to do with the parchments as not a trace of them was found anywhere. His erstwhile mellifluous nature had dissipated in face of his losses and he became the hard intransigent man the kids had got to know. In the end the man warned Timmy once again to take extra care of the parchments and not to let anyone know of their existence. He even gave him a fake Egyptian scroll containing hieroglyphs to show to his mates if they had any questions as to the thing they had seen in his schoolbag which he duly presented the following morning.
After having spoken with Timmy the teacher kept siting in the cabinet immersed in a deep rumination. He inserted in the typing machine a blank sheet of paper and started typing his resignation. But when playful voices from the yard entered the room he trudged to the window and looked out. "Look what you have become," he susurrated softly to his diffused contour barely discernible in the glass , "They hate you and fear you, and yet one of them could have been yours... Besides, Timmy will need your assistance." He tore his resignation to pieces and left the cabinet whistling, for the first time since the tragedy, resolute he would try to rectify what he had done wrong.
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