Valery Visas
The smile of day met him sitting on his bed, staring at the pictures on his wall, listening to the chirps of birds by his window, seeming to decipher the words of their lovely song…
But, lost in deep thought… drowned by pictures of abstractions…of men marrying… of lovers
kissing… of parents nursing their kids… of a man living in affluence…
His movie thoughts are halted with a sudden thud at his door “come in! No wait, wait! I’m naked!” he cries out, but too late. His maid was already in.
“I’m sorry… Mr. Thogane…I didn’t mean…I just wanted to call you down for breakfast.” “That’s o.k.… I’m used to it!”
But he does not go down immediately. He puts on his trousers and shirt, sits on his bed again …with maids bumping into the rooms of their masters, meeting them in Adam’s wear, and undressing to meet them in bed....
At table there is none to talk to. He eats wordlessly but instinctively. Consciously, he is thinking…of a big family at breakfast, of women sitted facing a man, of children sitting on both sides… of maids attending on them. He is a happy man driving his kids to school and his wife to work...
“Any problem, patron?”
“No problem sweet heart! Ah, it’s you Clara!”
He is back to the world, on his dining table. Once more ashamed of himself.
At work, he is a man getting a phone call from a woman, inviting her for lunch… of a couple feeding each other with ice cream over a flower-packed table…
(Phone rings) “Hello darling”…
“What! What did you just call me?”…
“I…I’m so sorry Sir” answers the dreamer.
“Bring me the files!”, “yes….”
He starts arranging documents in the speed of ‘a’.
“Oh my boss will kill me! But who was that beautiful girl I thought I was with?”
He is back on honeymoon.
At night he is in his library, working. But seeing a couple in a blue- lit room, playing in each other’s arms… of children watching movies… some playing with toys.
“Should I serve coffee, sir?”,
“No. I’m going to bed.”
In bed he meets a couple seeking the warmth of each other. He hears dogs barking outside and wolves crying in the mountains, the crickets chirping wildly and bats flying overhead. He feels the cold of the night and the emptiness of his life.
He gets up, puts on the bed lamp and ties a rope to the ceiling fan…. He sees a couple playing in the garden in front of a starry house….
At the funeral there is none to mourn, but his lonely maid who later wipes her tears.
“Now I’m rich!”
Valery Visas is an actor,playwright, poet and artistic director. he has an arsenal of unpublished social articles and songs to his credit. He blogs at Viterature.
its a wonder how much talents we have. Visas go for the top, someone will help you as you climb.
Posted by: mambo | May 03, 2010 at 02:29 PM