Sunday, September 21, 2008

Two men and a dog listening to blues

When he entered inside, the dog, at that moment indifferent to everything around, was pouting with sleepy eyes which became little wider as the door screamed while opening slowly to let the stranger in. What the dog could see from the place where he was laying was his light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. He had been lazy to polish them and poor to replace them with a new pair. The old man, owner of the dog did not raise his head to see who came in first time after months till he finished the quote he was reading aloud: “I have no desire to move mountains, construct monuments, or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But, in the final recollection, if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart…Then in living - I have made my mark.”
“T-h-o-m-a-s L. O-d-e-m Jr.” the old man said the name slowly, digesting each letter between his lips, as if revealing a secret. “Who the hell is he, another cracked bastard from your ontology of smartasses?” asked the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots. “Not ontology, it is anthology!” the old man replied “besides, they are not cracked, they are genius people, they were in fact, most of them must be resting in peace now”.

“Fine let them rest then, why do you spend your time all day long just to understand what dead people once said? You are not able to even shave your beard and you are reading this rubbish to your dog! Look how bored he is!” murmured the stranger with light brown-worn-out-old-leather boots while rolling some more tobacco for the old man and for himself.

“I don’t shave but my shoes are always polished…by the way how do you know that my dog is bored of me?” asked the old man not expecting an answer, turned the page of his book, the anthology of geniuses in history, trying to quite thousands of ontological questions in his mind, stood up and placed another Ray Charles record on the gramophone turntable…


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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

That is wonderful. You are amazing. It is funny and smart and the idea is woven in and around the story so cleverly. You astound me everytime, Sherifa.

Cosmictree said...

Thanks Po, I think I will continue giving short scenes of the two men and the dog...

Devil Finch said...

"The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens
Jump and shout
Then the world wanna know
What this all about
But you know I'm him
Everybody knows I'm him
Well you know I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm him"

Did he sing that one???!

Nice scene. Well written. Masterfully rendered.

Cosmictree said...

hmmm, i dont know this song, i have to find n listen to it right now:)

Thanks DF for your nice comments...
I can visit my blog very rarely these days, my new job has stolen me from cyber world..

Anonymous said...

I know Muddy Waters sings that song, Hoochie Coochie Man but I don't know if he wrote it ("my daddy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun" haha). I miss you, Sherry.

Cosmictree said...

son of a gun...that is cool!

taking a break Po, I am forced too...still not that bad...