The Bel EspritA Story by Sami KhalilThe travelling salesman...Beware gullible people for happiness can't be bought with money.The Bel Esprit by Sami Khalil “Everything tastes better with hope. Everything tastes bitter with hopelessness. Never be a glower but a doer.” That was the words of
his dad before perishing. He dreamed life in perfect symmetry, sold it as such. A very astute travelling salesman, with refined character, was on a quest to sell delicate happiness and fleeting hopes through shoes and other wares. In musky scented markets, he would stand on a platform, people gathered all around, in multitudes after another, buying the claimant's products with delight and purchasing power at hand. Then they will drift off happy with their treasured
possessions. Shoes that can bring health and stamina to their wearers; soldiers’ belts that can bring courage and valor in any battle or life’s situation; rings that can save many from bachelors’ lifestyles and finally bras and panties that can bring luck to young and old ladies to keep them fertile if needed. Euphoric and encouraged, jubilant folks were buying that like hotcakes, with good results, to their astonishment. His reputation extended far and wide for he painted a beautiful picture in their minds, spurring them to buy it. It was a mystery to unfold if lightly spun in good fables. He went on to become extremely wealthy, buying a mansion, marrying and
fathering two children. Unfortunately, death came not in hesitation, for his wife died suddenly of complications of a third child. He was utterly distraught, falling deep in depression’s rifts, looming him softly. He stopped the show and withdrew to entwined custody of limpid sadness. He kept thinking and thinking about her. A winsome wife, the love of his life, silky draped hair with a child-like charm, surviving only in love dialects and paragons of grace, leaving admirers’ in fitful night sleep, dreaming about her luxuriously. He felt soulless countless times, kindled by the gushing about of her memories. He breathed in solitude, waking up in an institute ranging in madness and roaring with dissent, while sirens are going off in the
distance. A nurse approached him asking: “Aren’t you the famous travelling salesman, whose reputation exceed him far and wide, selling people false hopes and magic wares? My parents still own your products for they felt cheated.” Coyly, withholding not the truth, he agreed, mumbling quietly, afraid he will annoy her, then she will give him more hated drugs. She said:” Well, you should practice what you preach. Drink
your own medicine now!” © 2018 Sami KhalilReviews
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