A Very Happy Life.
Jun. 30th, 2006 11:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quigonejinnOnce upon a time, there was a man who had lost a very dear friend -- it had been a terrible period of his life. He had lost many people who had been dear to him in a very short time, but he had gone on with his own life. He had been enormously successful in his career; he was quite happily married to a charming wife. His son gave every hope of promise and wrote the most charming letters from school. The man we speak of had every reason to be happy and content in his life, and for the most part, he was, indeed, happy and content.
In the instance we speak of, in fact, he was quite happy and content. It was fairly late in the morning when he staggered out of the gaming house. He had gone the night before with an old Navy friend -- Bolton -- and had been sufficiently cheered by the atmosphere of the house that he gambled (even though he did not usually gamble), had drunk a great deal (even though he was not fond of being drunk), and had spent some time with the women (and they were very charming women, indeed). He had been relieved of a substantial amount of cash, but it was nothing that he could not afford.
The sun was up; the sun shone on the waters of Portsmouth. He went for a walk over the cobblestones and through the streets of the great city, and when he was quite close to wharfs and the busy water with the great ships beyond, for a strange, heartstopping moment, he thought it was his friend that he had lost all those years ago. His heart was beating fast; he could barely breathe.
"Bush?" he called out.
He was, perhaps, still a little drunk, for once the man he had called out to turned around, he could see that it was not Bush at all. They were the same height, had the same way of holding themselves, and the same large hands that looked like they had done a lot of building. They had faces that looked close enough so that they could have been related; this man even had blue eyes. Nevertheless, he also had a bright red hair and a long beard. He was wearing a dark suit, not a Navy uniform. He looked far too young, and the sword he wore was entirely the wrong style.
"My apologies," the man we concern ourselves with said. He was cursing himself for his weakness; the sun was making his head hurt.
"I thought you were someone that you are not."
Our man was feeling more than a bit weak in the knees. He still cursing himself for his weakness, for he knew himself to be, in all truth, a very happy man. His life was a very happy life. He was still cursing himself as he took himself, quickly, back to his lodgings.
The man turned, slowly, back to watching the Navy in the harbor at Portsmouth.
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Date: 2006-07-02 12:09 am (UTC)Nailed it right there. Your fairy tales are things of shining awesome. <3
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Date: 2006-07-04 02:12 pm (UTC)I love you even more than I love your CRAZY BABY BOYFRIEND icon. :D
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Date: 2006-07-03 12:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-07-03 01:44 pm (UTC)What the link also did was bruing back fond memories of reading DC comics as a kid - 'Legion of Super Heroes' was my fave. And now I'm totally off topic I'll say thanks and go..............
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Date: 2006-07-04 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-03 07:25 pm (UTC)I do love the fairy tales.
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Date: 2006-07-04 02:17 pm (UTC)