Tales from Innsbruck
Short Fiction
Part Five
In this collection I have recorded from Innsbruck, the deacon has two tales to tell. here is the first tale of deacon-. Sylvester, deacon beckoned in agitation. “Where is my camera? “. ‘I didn’t take ‘, protested Sylve-. He had a little cat in kitchen who would preside over his dishwashing and also wait by the gate till he came back from the market. The dog of the neighbour had fits and barked all night and the householder had gone to his friends place. Introducing Sylvester, the kitchen flunkey as more people walked in for the narration. What a whooping style at balding, deacon remembers his opponent telling at the golf lines.. These lines around the apple and meadow orchards quite long and beside silk goods and velvet haberdashery and also behind a brook plus snow and into the bargain barricades to insulate crop from animals, and a big hoarding is written $--- in colourful letters. Is it a big sum, no, need not be compared to the one who sees it? Here the deacon made his morning strolls. a cool breeze and he felt as if rested on the lap of his mama with a silver spoon containing semi-liquid eatable in the mouth. His life is still like the bird’s gullet, preparing for digestion. He felt the past approach him instantly and depart with an equally warm adieu- Are you there mama, a deacon asked, I am here to fulfil your wish- One day when he was about five years old a guest asked his mother, ‘What do you want your little boy to be’. His mama unhesitatingly replied, I want him to be a servant of God, and the guest laughed. And hereafter many detours, he is nonetheless approaching. And the story goes. “You irk me by details “, the actress dressed in satin gown told and she went into slumber but rose up after hearing a couple of words that touched her somehow. In the morning flicks in the home theatre about a man who rose from the coma. We all knew that in spite of a fan base, she was lonely at heart. At first, the deacon started with an anecdote in the apple backyard where he was the tenant of a rancher who had two bonnie lassies and the second girl with whom he was in friendly zest, and the actress vetoed it against his will as she had previously heard this tale countless seasons. So the gentleman begot wholesome start, after rubbing his snout of the nose, which was his routine way before the commencement of anything pressing enough to command his entire thought.
The story of a silly king who craves a clown’s robe after being deposed by the enemy kingdom. Additionally, in the story of the deacon, there are three characters, the king, the private and the clown. The soldier’s duty is to guard the king against menaces. The clown, the alter ego of the king in the standard Shakespearean style. In the story, the king starts a war and the jester opposes and tells about the demerits of the combat. And the king will play chess and the clever clown will defeat the royalty. When the play goes on the warrior will alert against threats. The king was in exile. The queen left in the enemy camp. An enemy is a decent fellow, so will not harm. You see the enemies in some old stories are decent sometimes in their ways, they have their fairways. Here in this tale, it is more like a tug of war between the monarch and the clown. The story includes many instances culled from everyday life as for instance, the king takes antibiotics and the zany objects. But in a few occasions, the ruler and the clown agree when the three went out sight seeing in forest (not hunting where the clownish voice prevailed )had food and slept in the tent. The clown’s boy will occasionally arrive with food packets and presents to his dad and the king thought of an exchange of position. The king orders-“I will be the clown and you be the king”. “How long?”, the jester questions. “Two years”, the king replies. The clown disapproves. The king contends -“One year,?” and the turkey says – “No way”. “Three months”, the king again. The punch opposes- “By no means”. The king says– “one week”. The arch fool’s retort- “Never, no fears”. Finally, the king implores -“At least a day in your robes”. The clown replies- “No-no never”. And lastly, the king in despair voices –” If I kill you by this sword? ” The clown jests- “The enemy will kill you. You will lack wisdom without me”. At last, the king comes in terms of his lot. The deacon’s tale stopped more or less in this fashion. The actress, his niece says. “You had been fooling for decades, by your comic tales. Here you are no exception. I have more stories to tell, you and my father how we went to Sonamarg and how we lost ways. But the actress was looking outside and meanwhile the funny steward, S.W. the aide and friseur and temporary manager said-“We are leaving gentlemen for Arizona, tomorrow, as our new location for the shoot”. It is assumed that the set is finally ready.
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