Days Of The Carnival: A Questionable Day (PT-2)
By: Wolfa Moon
Tessa got of her buggy and walk into the local store. The performers were there too buying supplies and having a gay old time. She noticed that the Muse was no where to be seen. She saw the ringleader who was teaching a young boy to juggle apples. She approached him.
"Hola Senor." The man looked up at her and smiled.
"Hola back to you Senorita. What can I do for you?" Tessa opened her fan and began to fan herself. The ringleader was quite young, late twenties.
"The muse where is she? She has a very beautiful voice and I wanted to compliment her."
"Well Senorita the Muse, who is Linthia is around. I have no idea of where she is at the moment but I will relay the compliment." Tessa stood there just staring. "Is there something else I can do for you?" Tessa shuck her head.
"No thank you. And can't wait till tomorrow night." With that Tessa walked away. The performances were going to be every other night to get them ready and to get the ligist of the area.
*
The Muse sat on the edge of the Doctor's bed holding onto the bedpost. The Doctor entered the room and closed the door.
"Sorry the other bed is getting fixed. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." The doctor came over and took her arm.
"So how long have you had this pain?"
"Since, since. Oww" She cried when the doctor pushed on her upper arm.
"Sorry." He looked right into her eyes. She looked at him as if a child asking for the meaning of life. "Don't worry there is nothing to fear."
"Well," She rose from the bed. "To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom."
"Really and what wisdom have you learned?"
"There is no time"
"So live in the moment." He probed up her arm and down.
"If you can catch it." She winced as he touched the spot again.
"True." He looked over the young Muse. "Don't worry about it. You probably just sprained it."
"Ok." She rolled down her blouse sleeve down.
"Any more wisdom young muse?" She placed a hand on her hip and smiled.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away. "
"Then I guess you didn't eat yours."
"Maybe and maybe I did but I might not eat it tomorrow too." She walked into his front office.
"How fortunate for me." He followed her into the room and opened the front door."
"Thank you for your help Doctor… I didn't get the pleasure of your name or maybe I did if I did I'm sorry. So many places, so many people. I tend to forget."
"I see how that can be a problem. My name is Robert Helm."
"Robert Helm now there is name I pray never to forget. Good day Doctor."
"God Day Muse."
"Linthia." She told him and walked out before he could say anything back. Robert turned around from the door and took a seat. She had grown up, he thought, and ever a sharper apple upon the tree of knowledge. Just not all the memories of time intact.
*
Marta walked through the ally in which the performers had set up shop. A rope ranger had pulled a child in with him and the two began to jump through the loop he had made with it. She smiled at the child's happiness. How she longed for a child. Yet in a way she did, Maria Theresa Alvardo. The man had put the rope down by his legs and began to skip in and skip out. A couple of children joined in to his game. Marta walked on. On the corner a table and tent were set up. In the shade a woman sat looking down at the table. Marta came closer and recognized what she was reading. The woman was reading tarot cards. Marta came under the tent.
"Read anything interesting?" The woman didn't respond. Marta looked down at the cards. The death card lay on top. It was inverted facing the away from the woman. The card had many definitions: change, corruption, inertia, lack of hope, and most of all death itself. The woman looked up at Marta. Fear in her eyes and the search for the unknown answer of the cards. A scream was heard. The woman clenches a knife and stood at the edge of the tent. Marta looked over to what had caused the noise. The man held a hand to his chest.
"Don't worry, I struck you with the back of the sword...oh, sorry, this sword is double-sided." The other man spoke as he walked around the man. The man had faced them no trace of blood. Marta realized by the crowd that it was a pair of performers. Marta looked back to the fortuneteller. She had not let go of the knife. She even clenched it harder then before. Marta realized whatever she had read was not a joking maker. Another scream was heard. Marta looked back to the men. The one who was hit earlier stood sword raised in hand as the other man covered his side.
"A hit, a hit, I do declare a hit." Marta looked back to the woman. She was gone.
TBC
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