Sunday, November 06, 2005

Bog blog

OK, this isn’t the valley of the happy nice people. Enough with the wishy-washy stuff.

Instead, remember that night: You had been traveling through those accursed woods for days, away from that other place, that name still ringing in your ears...

When you finally reached the open land it was getting dark. The countryside was deserted, the rain tapping quietly on the low boulder fences and the yellowed leaves that cluttered the muddy wayside.

You followed the highway to a dreary village at the crossroads. Bleak light shone from the windows of the only building that looked mildly inviting to you: The tavern. A weather bitten sign hung creaking above the door, its almost illegible inscription vaguely familiar to you: SHY ÄRCÄDES.

Puzzled, you shook the water from your hat, turned the knob and stepped into a smoke-filled room. The locals were sitting around the fireplace, drinking in silence, listening to the man and the woman who were talking in turn. Had you seen them before somewhere?

What a pair they were. The man was strikingly handsome and clever, the woman sharp, dark and lovely, yet somewhat ill-tempered.

It was apparent from their tone what they were doing; they were telling bog stories. The rules were simple: First one of them would tell a true tale of personal misfortune, then the other would try and top it, and then the first would go again. So on and so on.

You paid for your drink and sat down to listen. You only hoped they would know when to stop.

Do you remember that night?

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Blogger b1-66er said...

i want to forget
but help me to remember
so i can forget

10:29 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

you must remember
when you had amnesia

4:57 pm  

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