My first Autumn in Soeleas Port. [ Frankies Faith protected the children]
by The Pirate of Soleas Port(1)I wrote this story in hopes of bringing some kind of inspiration to the reader, some kind of understanding into the life of the reader.
For understanding is the very thing that allows us to know the true meaning of God and his creation includeing ourselves.So in my small and modest understanding i have used some of the people, places, and things that i love to help along the way.
What is it about Autumn that always seems to bring new things into my life, i dont know but it seems that my arrival here in Soeleas Port would prove to be no different.And as if this day had been set into motion on the very time of my arrival or birth if you will. And now after thirty-five years of seperation fate once had made good on her promise and fulfilled it, Autumn and myself had reached Soeleas Port on the very same day.
The trip was without question a labor of love, and i enjoyed every minute by air nautical and ground. And to think that my comming here entailed very little planning, and yet here i am so very far from the place i had left. Although i had never beeen here i was overwhelmed with this since of home. On the way into town i would pose a question or two every three or four miles or so to my driver, one was how did Soeleas Port get its name. He leaned forward and then looking up and out into the windshield i'm not quiet sure if there was a connection between his answer and his behavior, but never the less he looked up in to the rear veiw mirrior and replied it means the place that sits high and then he followed up with, and i am Meko my freind, and then there was a slight tilt of his head to the right.
Along the way in there was all of this contrast of pastel coloured buildings some homes, some places of bussiness of some sort. and the colour of the very blue sea.Up over there my freind that is Soeleas Port, you see she is up there the sea is down there. he was right it was a place that sat high, She was beautiful, her people moving about some in leasure some in the task of work .The fishing boats, the sidewalk cafe's, motor scooters lots of them, most of them parked along the commercial streets.
And the smell of food cooking, spices, ginger,curry,garlic. Oh my Lord i would have bought that smell had it been for sale. Yes i am home, i always knew that this time in my life would come, the only thing is that i never knew where i would have to go to see it. We are here my freind, yes Meko we are here, Collecting my luggage with Meko's help, Thank you Meko its been a pleasure, no my freind thank you ,you were a pleasure as well.
There was this sort of relationship being born almost as if me and Soeleas Port had made vows to each other. vows that we would love and cherish each other as if we had given birth to this new life.one that would forever be in our care, a child that would grow to be the most beautiful light in the world. Yes there had been a wedding that Autumn day late in October. The next morning i was awakend by the innocent tussel of an early breeze that found its way into my room through the window that had been left open. It just sort of tasseld itself over and about myself, someone who was now wide awake
Unwrapping myself out of the leinen that had fitted them selves around my body almost as if i was being readied for some sort of ritual. however with the sound of paper being tasseld about, i had now become like that of school house teacher trying to collect and settle a class room full of playful pre-schoolers, gently scolding them at that, All of this conversing between wind and paper. and now that all had been put in order i could speak my first good morning to that beautiful lady of a lake that was surrounded by the most spectacular panaramic mountain veiw,
The locals say that the lake got its name from the young woman who would sit at the heart of the river and pray for the sailor's every morning, Abigails Heart, this would have been just before the modern times had come no phone,no electricity, all the things that did come and make our world a lot smaller.
My morning in Soeleas Port was well on its way, on the way into town i had remember passing this little corner cafe Michael's i believed its name was. So i decided that this little cafe would be a great place to start my day, so without much thought or effort i left my apartment and strolled down the the sreet in only the direction i had been able to remember that i should travel in.
It was a sunny morning, no clouds in sight and the air nicely decorated with a brisk but light breeze, It was friday morning and i was not alone in my travels, all of a sudden i realized that i had been sreetpooling with Soeleas Port morning cast members, They did this every morning, made thier way to where ever they were goinh, I on the other hand was only making my maiden voyage.
But i just seem to move right along in motion like a new dancer thrown in a musical at the last minute, i had this vision of Pharaoh Sanders, Miles Davis,John Coltrain, Bill Evans, Cannon Ball, Mingus and oh yeah Bird and Dizzy showed up late.
So now the dance was over and i was there at that little cafe, i decided to collect a lone table just out of the way of passers-bye. I had only been seated a few miniutes when a tall curly red haired young man arrived before me following his arrival came a very baritone introduction , Hello my name is North, i will be your waitor, and what will start your day sir. still slightly startled i replied, a begal, rye with a slice of dill and a glass of ice tea no sugar with a slice of lemon.
And so it shall be he replied and then walked away, Her arrival on the other hand was instant, beautifuly clumsy and uncontrollably destine to happen and all of this headed directly towards me, One heel in hand still wearing the other, Items cascaeing from her purse flopped down with all she had and was,then came the most melodic greeting or declaration, Hello how are you, i'm Francine and i will let you know when and if you can call me Frankie.
I have only been out of bed little more than half an hour, and already i want to start this day over, And who are you she iquirerd, Sitting up and back and ever determine to conclude how such a beautiful creature could be so clumsy and unorganised, i faithfuly replied your victim i think. O.K you can call me frankie from here and on.
Author's note; this story is yet to be completed more to come
NEXT THE MEETING OF FRANKIE AND SOLOMON
Article submitted Thursday, July 22, 2010 & read 11 times.
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» left by Jasmine Pallatzo from NE (45 days 21 hours ago.)
I can see why you like Autumn -Its a beautiful time, especially in the NERespond to this comment
» left by Enrico Pallatzo (45 days 9 hours ago.)
At last a forum for good literature.Respond to this comment
» left by Sky (43 days ago.)
What ever happened to Frankie and Solomon ?Respond to this comment
