An Ending
Someone asked me if I had a story ending (not a beginning) that I havent filled out yet. Indeed I do:
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"Now I have told you a story. It is a very simple story. A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, learn to smile, later their smiles dont hold, they part, splitting their friends between them. It was set in NY and they met over a slice of pizza. Now why did I tell you the story.
Because my story is post-love, it begins where you think the love and the story ended. I swore the day we parted that I will remain in her life and not fail her, but I would be invisible. It has not been easy, I had to speak in a way she would know but not hear anything of the past or the future; I had to breathe in a way she would not feel lonely but she wouldnt look or find anybody near her. And I have managed to do that. I was with her when her boy was born and when she breathed her last. I watched over her baby when he was under observation in the hospital, and I shut her eyelids before her family arrived at her deathbed yet no one remembers I was there or wonders why I was not there, I have simply filled the space like the air they breathe.
You wanted a story, I have told you one, but the post story is what I can not tell you, because it is every moment of my life. I have developed an eery stillness --- of mind, matter, and most things --- because of how I lived the past 3 decades. "
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"Now I have told you a story. It is a very simple story. A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, learn to smile, later their smiles dont hold, they part, splitting their friends between them. It was set in NY and they met over a slice of pizza. "
His friend says, "Haruki, that is good. Last time I saw you was in high school. Now we are here at this Jazz club you run, we are sipping sake, and you have told me a story. It is a simple story. But I can tell you have become a storyteller. Now I have to leave. I know I will look in when I in town next time. But something tells me you wont be here. Stories once told, dont leave you. Love and lovers would, but not stories. See you around, Haruki."
posted by metoo at 7:29 PM
7 Comments:
Feel sorry to read that :(
sorry. On the bright side, it is only a story. :)
-- Metoo
Some one asked me if my beginning and ending were part of the same story.
Well, I heard of these two brothers who put in what turned out to be the smallest bid to dig a tunnel between UK and France, and when asked to explain, one of them said, "I start digging from UK and my brother from France. When we meet you will have the tunnel." When asked what would he do if they didnt meet, he said, "Well, then you will have two tunnels."
-- Metoo
My heart is broken by this ending. Can you change it? There are already enough this kind of sorrowful things in real life.
Ok, here it goes:
"Now I have told you a story. It is a very simple story. A boy meets a girl, they fall in love, learn to smile, later their smiles dont hold, they part, splitting their friends between them. It was set in NY and they met over a slice of pizza. "
His friend says, "Hideki, that is good. Last time I saw you was in high school. Now we are here at this Jazz club you run, we are sipping sake, and you have told me a story. It is a simple story. But I can tell you have become a storyteller.
Now I have to leave. I know I will look in when I in town next time. But something tells me you wont be here. Stories once told, dont leave you. Love and lovers would, but not stories."
-- Metoo
Hidei - Haruki.
- Metoo
My daughter says:
"Behind every wall, every cover, there is a story. It is not one's job to read and analyze that story, it is their job to add another chapter"
- tbw
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