Dungeon Lady

A quickie which isn't very well written. About how rumor, and folklore tales are spread.

              DUNGEON LADY

     In town there has been trouble brewing again. Countless numbers of times without explanation, and any time of day. People would make up stories almost about anything that crossed their path. Its amazing how people are attracted by rumors. It often leaves an inspiration to the rest of us who really have no desire to conjure up fantastic story telling for the sake of it. Rather we see these people as potential customers. How much would they spend on a book, if their own stories were in it, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.

     Sights by people passing by a corner. There stood a woman wearing a deep blue dress. You can tell she was older by her silver, shoulder length grey hair. A mysterious woman perhaps, but the name dungeon lady stuck in the minds of people with little to do with her. The new name will fit her fine for a story to tell. People from then on, only knew her by the blank stare, and the clothes she wore. Dungeon lady would always be spotted wearing the same clothes from then on. Old looking brown shoes, and a huge black pocketbook. Her long silver whit hair, which that alone. Made people think she probably wasn't from around their town. No one knew where she came from, but the dungeon lady attracted a lot of attention.

     People passing by the corner where she normally appeared. Would always look over there, because of the memory of those stories being told. Dungeon lady stuck out in their minds. Even when she wasn't spotted, people would blow their horn. Curiosity of catching a glimpse had them under their own spell. When she showed herself, none of the adults ever came near her to talk. There were too many strange rumors going around for that. Who would get caught talking to this strange lady. In fact, most rumors were made up to keep people away from the mysterious lady. From fear the woman might be a gypsy, or some kind of witch. There were strange rumors of one kind or another flying around town. There were the occasional straggler which were only drawn in for a longer look, despite the scary rumors. Most who were smart though, were satisfied their rumor was enough indeed.

     Most children who were smart knew enough, that rumor wasn't always the facts.  There were others who waited for her to show, just to blow their horn, and to tease the dungeon lady. They had a tale of their own they needed to live up to. Some more stories were started about the old woman. Some of the stories told by a few neighborhood kids. Those were from watching dungeon lady. The dungeon lady now had magical power, which made her appear one moment, and vanish another. It was the same old woman of course. The dungeon lady who wears the long beep blue dress, and carries a black pocketbook. She wears the same clothes all the time, and has brown wooden shoes.

     The stories which were heard were fling around town, to house to house. Everyone got into the act. When people drove by the corner, they would automatically blow the horn if they seen the old woman standing there. Which led into enough rumor of her standing there, for the young people to taunt her some more. It was only in small groups of two or three as they passed by. This modern town seems as if their living out of a mid evil diary. One moment she would be seen, at other times. As soon as she opened up her purse, she would disappear as if the old woman vanished. Now even the children had a secret hiding spot for watching, and waiting. Just to spread some of their own rumor, if only they could see the dungeon lady vanish just once.

     It was as if this old woman was some sort of ghost. Roy Stern, which lived in the house on the corner. He has seen this happening  many times before. Roy was the first person to approach the old woman, and apologize for the towns people acting like fools. The old woman knew exactly what was gong on. Saying at her age, she has seen it all too well. People who have nothing better to do, are sometimes the most interesting people around. Roy explained, that the cars going by his house. Are not blowing horns just because of her standing on the corner. There used to be an old man who once live here. He was wheelchair bound, and sat outside during the afternoon. He had a nervous condition, which loud noises like a horn blowing. Made him jump up in his wheelchair, and the local knew about it. They started taunting this guy, and never stopped it after he left.

     The moral of this story, and am sure there always is one. Some people can not live without drama. Some people can not live without talking about others. Some people can not live without spreading rumors. Some people can not live without writing a story. Some people can not live without building in characters in their writing. Some people can not write without friction between characters in a scene. So the moral of the point is. Keep on writing, because if we look around. As long as our audience is reading our words. They will keep themselves quiet, and keep lining our pockets some day.

                              End of Story ' Be immune to rumor' Jimmy Nuzz

Author's Note

Not everyday, do I write about rumor. A tale in a tale, is my way of describing this.

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[james nuzzello]

For some reason, I decided to write this off of the far reaches of my imagination. Personally, I don't think it's really a good piece of writing, but what the hell...why not.