Time In Osuna
I’m looking into the courtyard, past the heavy wooden doors and billowing plants, at a woman and a small child, preparing a stroller to go out for a walk. It is an old photograph; the woman has most likely died, the child now an adult — I imagine him in a library in Madrid, with an open book on world history.
When this photo was captured it was a sunny day, life advancing gently; yet ostensibly so much was happening all over the world, the newspaper pages roaring with events of proposed significance.
It was taken in a small town in Spain named Osuna.
In his portion of time, Julius Caesar passed near there, leaving behind tens of thousands of dead stories — it being the way of leaders and soldiers.
At the century old Plaza de Toros at the edge of town myths are being transformed. The ancient raging clamor for the sweat of the matador and the blood of the bull is gone. A food truck arrives to feed a production crew of hundreds, filming a costumed combat scene for fantasy television.
And that library book, it estimates that over the centuries some 108 billion life stories have been scattered across all the possible maps, the vast majority remaining unsuspended in any memory, forever setting out for walks in the Aether.
First of thirty-one stories - 500 words or less, written one-per-day during December 2018 - The Hunt & Peck Parables PatchWord Quilt™©.
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