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|A Visitation (standard:fantasy, 430 words)|
|Author: denis holzhauser||Added: Oct 20 2001||Views/Reads: 2094/2||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A small moment of simple pleasure|
I am,by all measure,a successful man.To explain my good fortune,I must tell you,that quite simply,I have failed at everything,all the way up to financial success.You may ask,"How is that possible?" But that would mean,you have not been paying attention.I didn't start out wanting to be a rich failure,but having said that,if I had been offered that happenstance,in my youth,I would have taken it as my choice,immediately. I was never enamoured with toil,I loved comfort,luxury,books,small animals,sex and my solitude.By sex I mean love making with women that excited me,not all great beauties and in truth,not all were that great in bed.From early in my teens,to now,an old man,I have been blessed with a panoply of female sexual partners. All of which, brings me to the now,past aging,as in old.I must husband myself to extend what I have left in time.Yesterday, since I live alone,I was washing dirty dishes that I had left in the sink overnight.The work area overlooks my driveway to the carport in the rear of the property.It,also,looks out upon a wrought iron picket fence that extends around the length of my property and separates me from my neighbors,whose homes are all off some distance away from mine.Sitting on one of the iron posts was a young,mature white male pigeon.He was facing me and doing a little preening in the sun.I was surprised and enthralled by my guest,I had lived here for many years and had never before,even seen a pigeon in my yard. He seemed to be resting.He was mostly white,but had a shade of what seemed to be sooty gray on the edges of his wings,but more remarkable was that he had around most of his neck that I could see,a slim inky black perfectly proportioned ring that reminded me of the black velvet band some ladies wore around there necks,usually with a small cameo.His, however,seemed to disappear directly under his bill,a very small break in the symmetry.He looked at me.I did not want to startle him,so I stopped all movement and tried not to look like I was was watching him. I surmised that he must have been a young racing pigeon,either lost or being smart,had decided to take a rest.I wondered if the break in the beautiful black band around his neck was really only hidden by longer white feathers under his head,or if,perhaps,it was a velvet black band with an identification device.He stopped and looked back at me.For a very long moment we stared at each other,but I broke my stare,wishing not to alarm him,and looked down.When I dared to look again,he was gone. Tweet
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