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Bless you little red thingy, bless you
Aug. 1st, 2015 05:51 pmYES!! bless you monthly visitor, I promise I'll never ever again complain about you.
as a celebration:
Her ribbon flew away, leaving her hair flying and slapping her on the face. she turned to see where the silky strand went to see him. he bent down to pick the pesky piece of clothe and then kept walking towards her.
She was sitting on the beach, it was very late, almost dusk already, the whole house was a mess, everyone was coming and going and her governess told her to be quiet and stay out of the way while she did a simple errand for her mother. she even let her know she'd be down on the beach.
The boy moved close, broad smile, too broad to be considered polite, mother said you have to be moderate, even in your expressions, though apparently that doesn't apply to men because this moan smiles as wide as he wants and she'd seen others boasting luaghter and all.
the man is odler than he looked, and he's barefeet, what a contrast- she thinks- with her own feet covered infrilled silk socks, but that's not bad, right? because she was barefoot while she bathed her feet on the water minutes ago, maybe he did the same but left his shoes away from the sand so they don't get ruined.
The man looks at her and smiles, a different more polite smile this time and she smiles back just as polite. "who are you little maiden?" he asked with a curtsy. She felt the heat on her young cheeks.
"Alphonsine." her whisper of a voice was enough. she didn't had to give him more details, not still in society, there was nothing to fear, right? because she knew, aunt Mercy said so, a lady had to fear for herself with strange men.
"I'm glad to make your aquaintance Alphonsine..." he bowed deeply and offered the piece of lace. "I believe this one is yours." she nodded and with a simple thank you took it. "are you alone this fine afternoon my lady?" asked teh man and she nodded. nothing to fear, he was polite.
Aunt Mercy and mom said that a lady had to fear strange men, and the goberness said that it wasn't decent to go around showing your anckles like the man did.
But thwey also said it was not decent to be weak, or that's what Alphonsine understood when her cousin Bianca left with a man, she came back after a while, when everyone started saying she was ruined, and maybe she was. she came back different and cried and cried not wanting to see anyone, Alhponsine never saw her again. all she knew is what the adults said about her.
"Ruined."
"Weak."
"No decent person would want her now."
Cousin Bianca wasted away until she died, she used to care about books and songs, and poems and every interesting thing she could find.
not at the end though, at the end she stayed inside watching through the window and crying. and Alphonsine thought it was a shame that her cousin was so weak, so much she died after been so scared, leaving behind only a child, a baby that was sent away soon after the mother was burried.
"what are you doing here by yourself?" asked the man again the third time and yet no answer. Why would Alphonsine fear him? according to mother and aunt Mercy nothing was decent, you can't scream you cannot laugh out loud. you cannot ride like a boy, you cannot let anyone see you without your clothes, and Uncle Alphonse wasn't decent either because he liked to drink Gin too much.
"There's a lot of people at home, and nobody has time for me." she complained. "My cousin died few days ago." the man smiled again and his eyes had the same color of the sea. his dark curls and unkept beard called her attention as he turned to see her house just few yards away from the shore. "I'm sorry for your loss."
She shrugged, just liek the goberness told her not to do.
"you should come with me then." he said and passed by carrying the fishnet full with silvery things and a star fish walking away already. "I knew your cousin... she came home with me once."
Alphonsine finally stood up. "Oh, really did you gave her poems and songs?"
"Seashells and seeds too." he said winking at her.
The goberness and her mother came looking for her. they called her name and called her name but she didn't answer. she won't answer ever again.
across the wet sand the path of foot prints had long ago been washed by the sea.
The end
"por la blanca arena que lame el mar, su pequeña huella no vuelve mas, te vas alfonsine con tu soledad, que poemas nuevos fuiste a buscar?" (across the white sand that the sea licks her small foot brints won't be seen anymore, you leave, alphonsine with your loneliness, what new poems you went searching for?)
as a celebration:
Her ribbon flew away, leaving her hair flying and slapping her on the face. she turned to see where the silky strand went to see him. he bent down to pick the pesky piece of clothe and then kept walking towards her.
She was sitting on the beach, it was very late, almost dusk already, the whole house was a mess, everyone was coming and going and her governess told her to be quiet and stay out of the way while she did a simple errand for her mother. she even let her know she'd be down on the beach.
The boy moved close, broad smile, too broad to be considered polite, mother said you have to be moderate, even in your expressions, though apparently that doesn't apply to men because this moan smiles as wide as he wants and she'd seen others boasting luaghter and all.
the man is odler than he looked, and he's barefeet, what a contrast- she thinks- with her own feet covered infrilled silk socks, but that's not bad, right? because she was barefoot while she bathed her feet on the water minutes ago, maybe he did the same but left his shoes away from the sand so they don't get ruined.
The man looks at her and smiles, a different more polite smile this time and she smiles back just as polite. "who are you little maiden?" he asked with a curtsy. She felt the heat on her young cheeks.
"Alphonsine." her whisper of a voice was enough. she didn't had to give him more details, not still in society, there was nothing to fear, right? because she knew, aunt Mercy said so, a lady had to fear for herself with strange men.
"I'm glad to make your aquaintance Alphonsine..." he bowed deeply and offered the piece of lace. "I believe this one is yours." she nodded and with a simple thank you took it. "are you alone this fine afternoon my lady?" asked teh man and she nodded. nothing to fear, he was polite.
Aunt Mercy and mom said that a lady had to fear strange men, and the goberness said that it wasn't decent to go around showing your anckles like the man did.
But thwey also said it was not decent to be weak, or that's what Alphonsine understood when her cousin Bianca left with a man, she came back after a while, when everyone started saying she was ruined, and maybe she was. she came back different and cried and cried not wanting to see anyone, Alhponsine never saw her again. all she knew is what the adults said about her.
"Ruined."
"Weak."
"No decent person would want her now."
Cousin Bianca wasted away until she died, she used to care about books and songs, and poems and every interesting thing she could find.
not at the end though, at the end she stayed inside watching through the window and crying. and Alphonsine thought it was a shame that her cousin was so weak, so much she died after been so scared, leaving behind only a child, a baby that was sent away soon after the mother was burried.
"what are you doing here by yourself?" asked the man again the third time and yet no answer. Why would Alphonsine fear him? according to mother and aunt Mercy nothing was decent, you can't scream you cannot laugh out loud. you cannot ride like a boy, you cannot let anyone see you without your clothes, and Uncle Alphonse wasn't decent either because he liked to drink Gin too much.
"There's a lot of people at home, and nobody has time for me." she complained. "My cousin died few days ago." the man smiled again and his eyes had the same color of the sea. his dark curls and unkept beard called her attention as he turned to see her house just few yards away from the shore. "I'm sorry for your loss."
She shrugged, just liek the goberness told her not to do.
"you should come with me then." he said and passed by carrying the fishnet full with silvery things and a star fish walking away already. "I knew your cousin... she came home with me once."
Alphonsine finally stood up. "Oh, really did you gave her poems and songs?"
"Seashells and seeds too." he said winking at her.
The goberness and her mother came looking for her. they called her name and called her name but she didn't answer. she won't answer ever again.
across the wet sand the path of foot prints had long ago been washed by the sea.
The end
"por la blanca arena que lame el mar, su pequeña huella no vuelve mas, te vas alfonsine con tu soledad, que poemas nuevos fuiste a buscar?" (across the white sand that the sea licks her small foot brints won't be seen anymore, you leave, alphonsine with your loneliness, what new poems you went searching for?)
