12. The Towers There was an inconsiderable amount of yelling in the harbor this day, but once all the boats got back onto their normal routes" ?as if they were flight navigators, excitement subsided. As years passed: several years that is, Ms Rice kept looking over the wall as did her two demonic acceptances, into onto, down and around, and about, and above the harbor and below, and its ongoing drudgery of bringing in more passengers--: the walls, the great thick walls she leaned over daily; the harbor, it extended a ways out, and down an incline from the gate and walls, into the forty-mile-wide river; it was indeed at times a picture of life, busy at its torments, no more, no less" ?just constant. The tall man, of whom she now knew, his real name was: Agaliarept, who said very little to her during those several years. But she felt something was in the back of his mind nonetheless: cramped, and stale and hidden in a vault, locked with a padlock for no one to see, call it intuition, or what you will, but she sensed it: almost knew it: but couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't quite touch it at first, Agaliarept, didn't think, or for the most part, didn't object, that much of Ms Rice being left on the wall, peering over it day after day after day after day, yet it bothered him when she'd move a little closer to the tower, oh yes the tower, the mighty tower that was not all that far from her presence: matter of fact, at times it bothered him immensely. She was starting to wonder why no one ever went into the tower-wall, the great towers of the huge and long wall enduring wall, thick wall, the wall that had seen many of dictators: the morbid, the killers, the false prophets, the Hollywood bunch, the robbers the thieves, the ones that proclaimed they'd all meet in heaven, they walked through the gates just as the rich and famous as they always were" ? so they acted until they hit the dock and then everything became a fleeting thought, reality kicked in. The faces on the heads of the strangers being brought in by the boats were always so sad she thought" ?no more riches to buy their way out: that would only do on the surface. It was a reminder of where she almost wound up for eternity (this area was not heaven by far, but it wasn't half as bad as where she was); thank goodness for the reminder possibly; the phrase the young man at the Old Folks House, the Convalescent Home, for her had helped. " ?One day, and no one can really tell which day it was for they were all day one's, almost the same, in any case: one day Ms Rice was looking over the wall, and decided to walk closer to the tower. Looking up among its great height, she felt: what a grand sight, she'd be able to see so much more from up there, and then at that very moment, Agaliarept yelled: "Ms Rice, today is your lucky day, I am going to let you walk for now-on up and down the wharf; you've not cause us any trouble here so let it be your reward."? Ecstatic with joy, she completely forgot about the tower rushing down to the lower level where the henchman was. "Really,"? she asked, asking for confirmation, looking into his huge face, wild looking mustache, hair that drooped over his forehead, eyes that were more of a triangle shape, and hair that stuck out in the back of his head like the wings of an airplane, and of course that wild mustache again. Thus, as she went out into the dock area, it did occur to her" ?after all these years, several years to be exact, why now does such a favor come, demons do not do favors unless there is a reward behind it; yet, the tower didn't come to mind as much as the act of kindness, and all was forgotten with the new adventure and freedom that lied in front of her, the new change. |
| Author: Dennis Siluk |
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Dennis Siluk
Writing is more than a hobby for me. It's a passion, one of the ways I capture and celebrate life.
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