From inside the cave,
all you can see is a piece of blue sky. An azure canvas of indeterminate shape,
waiting for an artist to give it life by a sheer stroke of a brush. It is not
the dwelling of a bear or a mountain lion. Inside, three bearded and, let’s
face it, filthy hermits are sitting in blissful silence, each
in his little corner. One sat cross-legged, the other cross-eyed (please don’t
laugh at the misfortune of others) and the third, just cross. A damn fly was
giving him hell, landing on his closed eyelid then crawling dangerously close
to his nostril.
They have been
sitting there, unmoving for close to a month. All that can be heard is the
labored breathing of the oldest of the three and the wheezing of the youngest.
Occasionally, a fart may resound and bounce off the moss-covered walls of the
cave.
The hands on the
middle hermit’s Rolex show exactly 10:34 when the unhurried clip of a horse is
heard outside. Three heads turn as one towards the entrance of the cave. Against
his better judgment, the youngest hermit’s parched lips partly part ever so slightly.
“What a beautiful white horse!” he breathes.
Once again, silence settles on the
three cave dwellers like a thick blanket.
A week passes by with
no change in the scene. The men are sitting in the same position, meditating, or
just dozing off, who knows? Two more days go by when the middle hermit breaks
(I bet you thought I was going to say “wind”) the sacred silence:
“It was a grey
horse.”
Silence again. All
eyes closed. A frown creases the otherwise smooth forehead of the youngest. A
fly buzzes in the air. A lizard slithers near a dirty knee and a mouse sniffs
the air then scurries back inside a crack in the wall. In a dark corner of the
cave, a fat black spider is patiently weaving its web and eyeing the fly,
setting the table for breakfast, so to speak.
Two uneventful weeks
go by when the eldest breaks wind. (Ah! Well, sometimes you need some kind of a
release. You see, unlike many so-called writers, I care about my characters),
then solemnly declares:
“If you’re going to
squabble, I’ll go find me another cave.”
This is some of your best writing, even tho the twist isn't the star of the show this time. Once again, your pacing is impeccable, especially between the "white horse" and "gray horse" remarks . . . lovely observations of the almost-imperceptible routine in the cave . . . the fly, the lizard, the spider . . . I just love the way you craft these observations on the cusp of true-to-life and tongue-in-cheek. First, the reluctant admission in the first paragraph about the hermits being filthy, then later, the mouse appears, sniffs, then scurries away . . . so much can be gleaned from just these sparse remarks. These are the things that make your writing sing . . . or sometimes, blast out a ripe fart.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
thank you so very much M. for yet another heart-warming review. you know, I think I told you once th.. read morethank you so very much M. for yet another heart-warming review. you know, I think I told you once that often times, the twist is only an excuse for me write my zany stories. I enjoy rambling on and for me, the inside is more important than the ending.
always a joy to know you enjoy them.
This is some of your best writing, even tho the twist isn't the star of the show this time. Once again, your pacing is impeccable, especially between the "white horse" and "gray horse" remarks . . . lovely observations of the almost-imperceptible routine in the cave . . . the fly, the lizard, the spider . . . I just love the way you craft these observations on the cusp of true-to-life and tongue-in-cheek. First, the reluctant admission in the first paragraph about the hermits being filthy, then later, the mouse appears, sniffs, then scurries away . . . so much can be gleaned from just these sparse remarks. These are the things that make your writing sing . . . or sometimes, blast out a ripe fart.
Posted 8 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
8 Years Ago
thank you so very much M. for yet another heart-warming review. you know, I think I told you once th.. read morethank you so very much M. for yet another heart-warming review. you know, I think I told you once that often times, the twist is only an excuse for me write my zany stories. I enjoy rambling on and for me, the inside is more important than the ending.
always a joy to know you enjoy them.
Woody, another comical masterpiece. I viewed the Monte Python thing you suggested on you tube. My wife and I laughed muy mucho.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Thank you M.E. and I'm glad you liked life of Brian. now, if you're hooked, try Monty Python and the.. read moreThank you M.E. and I'm glad you liked life of Brian. now, if you're hooked, try Monty Python and the holy grail. then you might want to see theeir sketches. John Cleese is hilarious.
Woody. You are unfailingly entertaining and I thought this particularly well written. Although a simple premise it was really well detailed and kept my attention all the way through.
HA! I was immediately drawn into this scenario by the style of your writing, the way you invited the reader in. Aptly titled and is the foundation to the whole story. Just something to throw on the table, is there a specific discipline they are meditating on that could add another dimension of humor to this piece? Just wondering. I like the differences in ages and how each age, phase of life observes, considers, and reacts. An excellent entertaining story. Keep 'em coming.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Gosh! you're making my day, Roarke. thank you.
humm.. what they're meditating on? why haven't .. read moreGosh! you're making my day, Roarke. thank you.
humm.. what they're meditating on? why haven't I thought of that?
I put my stories into a "simmer" file and let them ferment.... then I go back eons later and read th.. read moreI put my stories into a "simmer" file and let them ferment.... then I go back eons later and read the piece and ask questions. I have to say, it's very difficult because I usually say about my stuff: "it is what it is." But sometimes in the heat of creation, you forget to ask questions... and believe me, the reader asks LOTS of questions...lol.
10 Years Ago
I understand. But sometimes, one mustn't look for hidden meanings that may or may not exist. And I t.. read moreI understand. But sometimes, one mustn't look for hidden meanings that may or may not exist. And I totally agree that a writer must have a critical eye on his "piece" and ask the questions a difficult-to-please reader may ask.
10 Years Ago
heh, and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, I got cha.
Very nice write, Engluva! :) I agree with Marie, your asides to the reader are well placed and quite entertaining. My only issue is that theoretically, if they haven't eaten in a month, there will be no 'wind' to break, so to speak. But where, in the Heavens, did you get the idea of three monks in a cave with a white horse? You have a great mind, my friend. Bravo! Thanks for the amusement..:)
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10 Years Ago
thanks a lot Anne. inconsistencies, you think? I'm sure you understood that I do that on purpose. an.. read morethanks a lot Anne. inconsistencies, you think? I'm sure you understood that I do that on purpose. anachronisms (the watch), unexpected turns of events. my goal is to entertain that's why I'd insert silly little things to amuse the reader. that's what I hope anyway. nothing to be taken seriously :)
ok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers.
I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..