Post by jim on Feb 16, 2013 11:32:13 GMT -5
Second part, Copyright Robin/Frost releases. , all rights reserved .
She opened , and this time , it was the woolf .
At least , thats what i thought .The creature was rather dirty , very dark , with eyes like eternals .
- " Go away ." She said.
But he only smiled . ( I thought that it was a smile , but it was more a frightening warning with teeth .But as i was invisible , i was on the secure side.)
On the secure side .
It was strange , he had rather less fur for a woolf ..
And he smelled like .Oil.motoroil..
Suddenly , i felt a kind of panic climbing on my straw , and my "orangina" got that cold that i couldnt drink or held it anymore .
" Is he the reason ?" He replied without leaving his smile from the Princess .
-" You know that he is much more stronger than you ..." Go away ." Now" She said.
He turned his smile in my direction . And his foot held suddenly an imaginary revolver . With something like a wink , he said:
"Stay clean , man." . "Peng!.." And went away .
I was not frightened , i was terrorised
.He could see me .. No doubt , it was the woolf.
But after a few steps , he turned around , and said in a very friendly tone :
"And be nice to Alfred... " ,and disapeared in the lift . Excactly in this moment , Alfred came out.
She was very calm , but i knew that she was -at least -as frightened as me ...
"Everything allright ?" Asked Alfred.
-"Were were you?" She shouted..
"Dont know...Hem... Didnt you would me going downstairs catching the man on the motorcycle ?"
Waho! the woolf had a motorcycle ! No wonder that so much people were frightened ...
I knew exactly that Alfred would have no chance vs him , he could count himself lucky that he didnt end like the lambs .
And now woolwes have motorcycles and the power to see invisibles ...
-" Yes. But he`s still here.I can feel it." said the princess..
" Do you mean the strange guy takin the lift...? Hem... Who is he ? ..." said Alfred..
She crossed her arms , looked in my eyes , smiled ,and said :
-"ask him ..."
I took place on a big green "canapé" . Alfred sat down in one of the obviously to it belonging "chairs" , took his "malboros" out of his jacket and
began to listen.
So i explained Alfred who he was , and that you never ever should trust in woolves ,!...Never...
"Ok" , " When i was a child, ..."
"When you were what ?!...", Did he smiled with - in his eyes - an drop of irony .
I stopped my speech, slurped a bit "orangina" trough my red straw , and my big eyes were asking for help...
Of course , the Princess saw this , and smiled back . She also saw the drop in the eyes of the man in black and said :
-"listen, Alfred, just listen..."
" When i was a child, " i said ," my dad buyed me a bicycle . A red one , as red as this straw. . One day , i fell from it on my head ,
and after a while ,i could recognize something like the face of a girl in font of me - ( For a short moment i was more interested by the blood wich was running from
a deep wound in my head into my eyes...)
Hum, it looked much more worther as it was , but i was very proud of my injury . Strangely,my mum got hysterical , she told me later that i looked
like a blood -fountain-troll ...
Cool ...
However , the girl -Her name was Lucy- said three things.:
- The first was that i soon will met a woolf named "Prince".
-The second was that i should take it back to Paris . (Whatever...)
.And third :that i should go too a doc soon ...
But Lucy was gone before i had the chance to tell her that i already had met "Prince" ,
(he was a mix between a dog and a woolf) , and that he was my friend for a while ...
And that i know the difference of a good and a bad woolf.
But Lucy was gone .
I couldnt tell her all these things , because i was alone again.
One day ,"Prince" disapeared .
I had not so much time to think about it , cause my dad was on the way to pick us up to hollydays .
In the very shouth.
Alfred obviously began to enjoy this story ...-) His eyes were somehow... milky.. Half closed ....He didnt said a word since a while .
"Princess?"" Something seem to be wrong with Alfred ... Does he sleep ?"
"Princess?"
I looked around , but the room was empty .
All my senses told me to leave this place as soon as possible
but i straight went to the bathroom first. Without even really check it , my eyes were looking for the lipstick , took it and let it disapear in my
pocket .
Then i rushed to the door . Closed. But as i was an very clever one , i looked around , and found it almost immediately .
It should work. The key was still in the lock , but on the other side .
I slipped the piece of paper underneath the door ,pressed the key out of the lock until it fell down...
But just in this moment , the door opened . Didnt know how how , didnt know why , but it was open .
However , it was certainly the right moment to run. So did i , i called the lift with a lot of :
"come on !""quick!" and "Please, please, please!"
But as the door opened , i suddenly felt the same kind of panic i felt as the woolf spoke to me .This room was sooo big ..
It somehow looked like a big mouth , and all these mirrors inside made this place looking ... Hungry.
Maybe was the woolf hidden somewere in here ... Who knows ... Strange place. Strange ... Everything.
So now i did the only thing what as little boy could do in this situation: i began to cry .
Big , hawy tears .
Irresitible tears .
.........
"Hey,hey,hey:)...." , said a voice behind me, "arent you a bit to old to behave like this?"
"Dad !!!!!!!!!!!!"
"How did you found me?"
"Have you seen the princess ?""Were is she ?" "And Alfred?`He has a revolver , and , and..."
My dad`s big hand suffocate the torrent of words falling from my mouth .
"Hey,hey,hey:)...." , ...Calm down.
Strangely , my dad didnt ask me how i got here , and to tell you the truth , i had no idea ...
We took the lift and we rapidly leaved this place and suddenly i sat beside my brothers in our car .
Obviously , nobody was interested to hear my adventures ...
A few weeks later , back in Paris , my mum found the lipstick in my pocket and asked me - But she seem
to know it anyway...- how this "thing" got in my pants ...
I tryed to explain her , but as she didnt listen to me ,(It was rather clear for her that the lipstick was a further proof for dad`s many "affairs" ...) ,
i let it.
Oh, i forgot to tell you something :
as the lift reached the "rez de chaussée" and as the door opened , we met Alfred .He said
"hey , little man ,it seem that, in the end , youve found your Dad!?" "It is your father , hu ?"
" You must be "Alfred" ", said Dad while he tryed to reach him his free hand ,(Dad held me with on his other arm).
"I hope that my son didnt cause you to much desagrements ...?"
"No,no," replyed Alfred , " he knows a lot about ... woolwes ..."
" Woolwes ?" " Yes , that sounds like my son .Sometimes ,his imagination is stronger than the reallity ... But anyway , thanks for everything
and please , accept my exuses , we have to go now.
Dad shaked Alfred ´s hand and turned around in direction hotel-parking.
In the same moment , and now please be very attentive, cause it happened that quick ! :
Afred looked deep into my eyes , took his revolver from his jacket , pointed him to dads back And said with something like a wink, :
"Stay clean , man." . "Peng!.." And went away .
.
(If youre wondering what happened to the other "gorrilla" , i really dont know , but he was not that important here anyway .)
Hum... Everytime i tell this story , it ends with a little "catastrophe" , so , over the years, i avoid to speak about it .
But stories must be told from time to time , and some are that strong that nobody can keep them in captivity for long .
So i played once the storyteller for a few friends and family, and after 1 or 2 glasses of wine , (ok,ok, 3 or 4...) ,the whole story
came out for breathing a bit .And as always , at a certain point , it looses control .
My friend said : " Hey , do you mean the princess who died in a car crash a few years ago ?"
My 18 years old girl saw my face getting darker and darker and almost shouted :
" How could you...! How could you say to a little boy that the princess is dead...!"
"Sorry , but are a stupid idiot!" she said as she leaved the room.
My friends wife smiled ...
" What!?" Trowed my friend
she whispered smiling in her wine-glass .."come on , honey...you know how much i love you ... But sometimes you are really a stupid idiot..." .
So my friend filled all our glasses and said :
"Let us drink beyond recognition ..."
And if they are not dead by now ,
they are still happyly drinkin.
L'Homme à la moto :
La vie en rose :
She opened , and this time , it was the woolf .
At least , thats what i thought .The creature was rather dirty , very dark , with eyes like eternals .
- " Go away ." She said.
But he only smiled . ( I thought that it was a smile , but it was more a frightening warning with teeth .But as i was invisible , i was on the secure side.)
On the secure side .
It was strange , he had rather less fur for a woolf ..
And he smelled like .Oil.motoroil..
Suddenly , i felt a kind of panic climbing on my straw , and my "orangina" got that cold that i couldnt drink or held it anymore .
" Is he the reason ?" He replied without leaving his smile from the Princess .
-" You know that he is much more stronger than you ..." Go away ." Now" She said.
He turned his smile in my direction . And his foot held suddenly an imaginary revolver . With something like a wink , he said:
"Stay clean , man." . "Peng!.." And went away .
I was not frightened , i was terrorised
.He could see me .. No doubt , it was the woolf.
But after a few steps , he turned around , and said in a very friendly tone :
"And be nice to Alfred... " ,and disapeared in the lift . Excactly in this moment , Alfred came out.
She was very calm , but i knew that she was -at least -as frightened as me ...
"Everything allright ?" Asked Alfred.
-"Were were you?" She shouted..
"Dont know...Hem... Didnt you would me going downstairs catching the man on the motorcycle ?"
Waho! the woolf had a motorcycle ! No wonder that so much people were frightened ...
I knew exactly that Alfred would have no chance vs him , he could count himself lucky that he didnt end like the lambs .
And now woolwes have motorcycles and the power to see invisibles ...
-" Yes. But he`s still here.I can feel it." said the princess..
" Do you mean the strange guy takin the lift...? Hem... Who is he ? ..." said Alfred..
She crossed her arms , looked in my eyes , smiled ,and said :
-"ask him ..."
I took place on a big green "canapé" . Alfred sat down in one of the obviously to it belonging "chairs" , took his "malboros" out of his jacket and
began to listen.
So i explained Alfred who he was , and that you never ever should trust in woolves ,!...Never...
"Ok" , " When i was a child, ..."
"When you were what ?!...", Did he smiled with - in his eyes - an drop of irony .
I stopped my speech, slurped a bit "orangina" trough my red straw , and my big eyes were asking for help...
Of course , the Princess saw this , and smiled back . She also saw the drop in the eyes of the man in black and said :
-"listen, Alfred, just listen..."
" When i was a child, " i said ," my dad buyed me a bicycle . A red one , as red as this straw. . One day , i fell from it on my head ,
and after a while ,i could recognize something like the face of a girl in font of me - ( For a short moment i was more interested by the blood wich was running from
a deep wound in my head into my eyes...)
Hum, it looked much more worther as it was , but i was very proud of my injury . Strangely,my mum got hysterical , she told me later that i looked
like a blood -fountain-troll ...
Cool ...However , the girl -Her name was Lucy- said three things.:
- The first was that i soon will met a woolf named "Prince".
-The second was that i should take it back to Paris . (Whatever...)
.And third :that i should go too a doc soon ...
But Lucy was gone before i had the chance to tell her that i already had met "Prince" ,
(he was a mix between a dog and a woolf) , and that he was my friend for a while ...
And that i know the difference of a good and a bad woolf.
But Lucy was gone .
I couldnt tell her all these things , because i was alone again.
One day ,"Prince" disapeared .
I had not so much time to think about it , cause my dad was on the way to pick us up to hollydays .
In the very shouth.
Alfred obviously began to enjoy this story ...-) His eyes were somehow... milky.. Half closed ....He didnt said a word since a while .
"Princess?"" Something seem to be wrong with Alfred ... Does he sleep ?"
"Princess?"
I looked around , but the room was empty .
All my senses told me to leave this place as soon as possible
but i straight went to the bathroom first. Without even really check it , my eyes were looking for the lipstick , took it and let it disapear in my
pocket .
Then i rushed to the door . Closed. But as i was an very clever one , i looked around , and found it almost immediately .
It should work. The key was still in the lock , but on the other side .
I slipped the piece of paper underneath the door ,pressed the key out of the lock until it fell down...
But just in this moment , the door opened . Didnt know how how , didnt know why , but it was open .
However , it was certainly the right moment to run. So did i , i called the lift with a lot of :
"come on !""quick!" and "Please, please, please!"
But as the door opened , i suddenly felt the same kind of panic i felt as the woolf spoke to me .This room was sooo big ..
It somehow looked like a big mouth , and all these mirrors inside made this place looking ... Hungry.
Maybe was the woolf hidden somewere in here ... Who knows ... Strange place. Strange ... Everything.
So now i did the only thing what as little boy could do in this situation: i began to cry .
Big , hawy tears .
Irresitible tears .
.........
"Hey,hey,hey:)...." , said a voice behind me, "arent you a bit to old to behave like this
?""Dad !!!!!!!!!!!!"
"How did you found me?"
"Have you seen the princess ?""Were is she ?" "And Alfred?`He has a revolver , and , and..."
My dad`s big hand suffocate the torrent of words falling from my mouth .
"Hey,hey,hey:)...." , ...Calm down.
Strangely , my dad didnt ask me how i got here , and to tell you the truth , i had no idea ...
We took the lift and we rapidly leaved this place and suddenly i sat beside my brothers in our car .
Obviously , nobody was interested to hear my adventures ...
A few weeks later , back in Paris , my mum found the lipstick in my pocket and asked me - But she seem
to know it anyway...- how this "thing" got in my pants ...
I tryed to explain her , but as she didnt listen to me ,(It was rather clear for her that the lipstick was a further proof for dad`s many "affairs" ...) ,
i let it.
Oh, i forgot to tell you something :
as the lift reached the "rez de chaussée" and as the door opened , we met Alfred .He said
"hey , little man ,it seem that, in the end , youve found your Dad!
?" "It is your father , hu ?"" You must be "Alfred" ", said Dad while he tryed to reach him his free hand ,(Dad held me with on his other arm).
"I hope that my son didnt cause you to much desagrements ...?"
"No,no," replyed Alfred , " he knows a lot about ... woolwes ..."
" Woolwes ?" " Yes , that sounds like my son .Sometimes ,his imagination is stronger than the reallity ... But anyway , thanks for everything
and please , accept my exuses , we have to go now.
Dad shaked Alfred ´s hand and turned around in direction hotel-parking.
In the same moment , and now please be very attentive, cause it happened that quick ! :
Afred looked deep into my eyes , took his revolver from his jacket , pointed him to dads back And said with something like a wink, :
"Stay clean , man." . "Peng!.." And went away .
.
(If youre wondering what happened to the other "gorrilla" , i really dont know , but he was not that important here anyway .)
Hum... Everytime i tell this story , it ends with a little "catastrophe" , so , over the years, i avoid to speak about it .
But stories must be told from time to time , and some are that strong that nobody can keep them in captivity for long .
So i played once the storyteller for a few friends and family, and after 1 or 2 glasses of wine , (ok,ok, 3 or 4...) ,the whole story
came out for breathing a bit .And as always , at a certain point , it looses control .
My friend said : " Hey , do you mean the princess who died in a car crash a few years ago ?"
My 18 years old girl saw my face getting darker and darker and almost shouted :
" How could you...! How could you say to a little boy that the princess is dead...!"
"Sorry , but are a stupid idiot!" she said as she leaved the room.
My friends wife smiled ...
" What!?" Trowed my friend
she whispered smiling in her wine-glass .."come on , honey...you know how much i love you ... But sometimes you are really a stupid idiot...
" .So my friend filled all our glasses and said :
"Let us drink beyond recognition ..."
And if they are not dead by now ,
they are still happyly drinkin.
L'Homme à la moto :
La vie en rose :
