Tales from Innsbruck
Short Fiction
Chapter-21
Tales from Innsbruck
Short Fiction
Chapter-21
In this chunk of the rigmarole I would like to recount the fate of the actress who was introduced in the earlier part of the tale. What tragic thing occurred to her and how it took place are the concerns that you will bargain for in the remaining segments.
The actress was traveling in the same terrains in which one of my characters moves in another story.You may even be apprised that she is the cousin by thought of the lady in that narrative.
f not bonded by blood they more or less conveyed the same presumption of consideration for the people less privy than them at a distinct point in time.They shared also some quirky sentiments regarding food such as gulping elderberry syrup and cold lavage in themorning.Yes, I would like to accentuate the last point. Things change often perhaps without our knowledge or according to a more profound understanding of what operates the universe. Incidentally, I would like to note that the earlier story was penned from the stimulus of particular bloggers I used to heed about these things. Now, what happened to the actress? She was on a train in one of the corteges that are bound from Vienna. This incident occurred in the late 90-s of the last century( 20 -th century).
It was one wintry day and she began boarding the train at half-past three in the afternoon after a light lunch. It was her practice to cut off the portion of food at a meal just before an expedition. In this case, our lady of estimation did the same type of thing. She ate a light lunch and a sweet pudding for she possessed a sweet tooth and as often it was against her will and her habit triumphed over her pledges. She put on a blue dungaree and a brown mackintosh and her handbag which could easily accommodate a couple of habiliments if folded correctly. She used metallic zips for her bag. She had short hair that she got clipped in Cologne a week ago when she had met her immediate family there. This was a single man, a dude of about forty-five years with unkempt hair and snug build with tattooed right hand was brawny arms thanks to the dumbbell lifts he took every alternate day. He was her brother-in-law as she has only one sister younger than her much younger, say ten years as the latter was born in her parents’ old age. It was a great godsend as her parents wanted one more child in case her other offspring was away. Immaculate selfishness, you may ponder, in a way it is but parents’ love for their children cannot be put in watertight judgemental alcoves and in this case, also it is pertinent. The house in Cologne has kept its original wall lighted by girandole where a young lady's picture with Phrygian cap and compelling simper rests. The sisters had squabble against each other but each was the other’s confidant in arduous affairs.
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