He had made a small hut beside the sea. On days of the tide, the sea would stretch to the place his home was. He had made two doors on the opposite sides of the wall - one from which the sea came in; the other, it went out. On these days he had plenty of sea creatures passing through his home. Some of these he really loved to watch whilst he sat on his bed - like the gray crabs, jellyfishes, fishermen and a few ships from the distant land. He had learnt quite a few languages from the foreigners on the different ships; found a few friends in the sailors who would pass in through his hut every now and then with their ships.
One day it started to rain and it didn't stop. After a few days or perhaps, months, he found a huge ship coming in through his door.
"Which land are you coming from?" he asked them in different languages.
"Land?" they replied, surprised, "There's no land. The rain's taken it all. We live in different ships. Each a country."
So, the world started coming in through one of his door and going out of the other.
After he died, people claimed he was the greatest voyager of all times.
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Comments: 16
Blessings ~
René
Smile.
Seriously, great stuff.
And I love it even more when a reader finds more than one possible interpretation in a single piece.
Smile.
Thanks for your reply. I was posing rhetorical questions, but sometimes if I get really stuck or confused, I email the author for a clue.
I'm loving this surreal writing. I was going to ask my friend Lyndon to post two of his surreal stories here, but it appears that he has left Gather.
Ann: Thanks, for making that extra effort to make this a voyager's hut. Wereally need to keep surrealism alive in Gather and then, bring it at one place too.
Boris & Ann: I'm really glad that you feel that way. Perhaps, in the near future I'll be giving it a second thought and shot.
Smiles for all of ya.