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A Leaf Flutters in the wind. (a short story) Part 1


“Two centuries before the smooth pink sky changed colour, we called it the heavens”.  What a statement to open a conference with!  How Timsa had the nerve to mention something so bold was truly worth my admiration.  I  had read many of his novels and even some of his non fiction titles, and nowhere was this boldness ever exclaimed, as for ten years he had been the ‘Mr. Light Entertainment’ of the literary world.  Some say his change of heart had something to do with finding himself while in the caves of Northern Peru.  I had my own  ideas, but they were based on my creations of how I perceived him to be.    

The first time I was aware of his books was thru my dealings with the scholars library in Europe.  There was a place where pages of books, chosen by the library on their “importance to mankind and his spirit” ,  were turned and read with sheer delight!  I could spend many months, coming every day just to read pieces of art like that with no trouble at all!  I’m surprised they didn’t have lodgings for their readers in the library itself!!  My first few days in the library were spent reading scientific ideas and inventions, the like of which had never seen the light of day. However these were true to the spirit of man, we are all creators, and thus we are at our best when we are creating.  Have you ever been a truly engaged listener of a friend or acquaintance who just invented or created a solution or piece of art?  With such enthusiasm and vibrant voice of communication those people speak with!  “I have created this and I wish to tell you all about it!”  

You can imagine my surprise when I saw some books by Timsa, and not just one,  they number eight all told! I read them and was trying to find the reason for their, in my opinion, prestigious place on the shelves of this library.  I am not the kind of man who would discredit or publicly or privately dismiss some persons writings based on their content,  but I could find no reason for their place in this library, given the triumph of enjoyment I experienced from the other books I had read during the past few weeks here.   Could it be that I was missing something here?  Perhaps these works from Timsa were linguistic symphonies and I was just looking at sheet music and seeing lines and dots!  


“Two centuries before the smooth pink sky changed colour, we called it the heavens” , indeed I did wonder how life here had changed since the colour change occurred.  All of humanity still remembers that time as if it was mere decades ago, popular musics still going through a wonderful creative cycle refused to recognise the time tha had passed since the change.  One particular song had a lovely description of the whole event:


Of white and blue the sky of your 

Skilted off the edge of thought

why we see is why we saw 

and bouquet of match we listened not

two thoughts of equal love spoke

thus one was reborn as one lifted the like

colours became all to seal  the gap 

of knowledge to know what is that.


Timsa decided to reference his body of work by this very well known colour change, a bold choice indeed.  I never expected him to exclaim the source of his creations, which are as easily accessible as a daily broadcast, were all penned in preparation for this latest work!  I am of the opinion that to produce a tale with such simple and yet an engaging read for every one is something of a craft, for to be extreme in regard to your intended audience, is not really a challenge compared to communicating an idea to all with ease and finesse.  Timsa indeed had  my complete respect.   How a  popular writer could decide to tackle a subject of such historic value was intriguing.    


Here we are,  leaves fluttering on a tree.  A brief thought led us here and our wish to experience water, air, wind and bark allowed us to remain.  Written on a old style wax tablet, this was probably a genuine artifact of the ancients. Although authentic looking copies in every wise could be done by those who saw advantage in creating history, those copies seldom held text with any substance……………

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