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I wrote a short story for February, theme, 28 DAYS that you can read
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Here is my short story with the theme CAGED BIRD.
It is set in Sitges,
Catalunya, on the Mediterranean coast.
Where I wrote the story. Been going there since 2009. Home away from Home, every May.
Tim and Sam
The early morning sun crests the Garraf and twinkles onto the sea. A shaft of golden green paints a path onto the lapping waves. As the minutes pass, the carpet of cloud rolls up as the orb climbs the cliffs to explode in the sky.
Timothy, on his terrace, sips at his tea and nibbles on an apricot cereal bar. A bowl of strawberry flavoured cream bears witness to an earlier feast on awakening.
' You're up early ! ' Sam crumpled features appear through the French windows to the
terraza. He pulls up the
chaise-longue to bask in the clear breeze.
' The parade is this afternoon, remember ! I still have some last details to attend to. '
' I thought Luis had everything in hand ! '
' You know me, I don't want to leave anything to chance. '
' Control freak ! ' Sam scolded playfully.
'
On ne se refait pas ! '
' Would you like some breakfast ? Although it looks like you have a head's start. '
' Quit taunting ! If you're making tea, brew a full pot, will you please ! I'll just nip into
the shower. '
Sam hands him his canvas bag overflowing with accessories and Tim grabs his keys.
' See you near the Platja de Terramar at 2.00, be on time !'
' Don't worry, I'll be back from my four-hour hike in the Garraf...' Tim narrows his eyes and his teeth clench. ' Just kidding ! You should see your face ! You're such an easy target. '
Tim closes the door behind him and clatters down the narrow winding, paint-flaked, wooden staircase. He secures his canvas bag in the basket and hops onto his bicycle.
The town is quiet. Some late-night revellers are talking loudly on the beach, re-inventing the World. Some early bathers are criss-crossing laps in the sea. A few wisps of dawn clouds linger. No wind disturbs the surface of the water. The midget waves break, whispering on the fine sand.
Tim turns into Luis' courtyard and stands his bike next to the workshop door. Luis is drinking coffee, still in his bathrobe, shiny-eyed, dishevelled head.
'
Todavía, no estas listo ! '
'
Charlando con amigos y cerveza hasta las dos ! ' Luis replies.
'
Fissa, tenemos que levar todo el equipaje hasta el magatzem . '
At the warehouse:
'
Podremos, quizá , poner mas flores alrededor de su cabeza, torsado en la corona !
Que opines ? '
' Si, si, buena idea.'
Tim and Luis select a few irises and pink roses to stick in the thorns about the statue's head. She looks stunning. A bright muslin dress flows around her legs and reveals an ample bosom, in a tight V
decolleté. Her giant feet with splayed painted toes stand in light leather sandals.
Satisfied with their creation, Tim, Luis and a few other members of their gang shove at the levers around the float and stir the wheels towards the sliding doors of the hangar.
Tim steps outdoors and joins the Mayor and Esteban, the parade supervisor.
' Estamos listos, esperando en su siñal.' Tim greeted them.
' Bien, bien. Unos rezagados todavía . Digamos un quarto de hora antes de empezar a constituir la fila,' explained Esteban.
Sam is idly gazing over the ripples, looking at the gulls dipping in and out of the surface, emerging with gleaming
peixets. The parade should be coming from the Avinguda de Salvador Cassacuberta any minute now. Tim had sent a text. Sam heard the band first. Trumpets, cymbals, trombone and
Sac de Gemecs. Then, at tree level, he glimpses feathers, bright specks against dark green leaves.
The sight is awe-inspiring. Float upon float laden with baskets of flowers: roses, tulips, irises, lavender...surround the statues. Queens, princesses, angels with gigantic breats and huge thighs bulging from tight robes. Some have beards, some have hair cascading to their feet. Reds, yellows, white, orange. Rainbow banners: ' Sitges, Juny 2019 '.
The paraders are all dressed up in gay dresses and suits. Some with plumed helmets or flower twirled crowns, others with hawaian reaths about their necks. Women, men. children join in. They dance to the thunderous tunes. They sing along to the Catalan chants.
Tim emerges from behind a winged gruffalo, jumps in motion and runs towards Sam onto the steps running along the Rambla.
The parade rolls and rumbles along the Passeig Maritim. The crowd leaves the floats on the Plaça dela Fregata to proceed up the steps. At the canons, they pause. Aficionados take pictures with the sea for background, sparkling under the late afternoon sun. They all climb the last steps to the Plaça del Baluard and the church bells toll to welcome them. Down the paved Caller de Fonoller, along the fishing harbour until they can no longer continue. They were not going to explore the goat trails of the Garraf , at least, not today.
Up through the cobbled alleys of the old town, they stamp or creep according to their disposition.
' Una birra si us plau ! '
' Una margarita per aqui. '
' Un gin tonic amb un shot de tequila per aka. '
a blast of trumpets, a clash of cymbals and they are off to the next bar de nit, exceptionally open at this early hour. The big drum beats to the DJs' tunes and everyone dances: style or no style, nobody gives a hoot.
' It's half-nine, better start for the Platja dela Ribera. ' Tim shouts to Sam above the din.
They jostle their way down the Caller de Bonaire and check on the floats. The Mayor has posted sentinels to guard the giants and their paraphernalia.
Suddenly a crack, a whoosh and the sky explodes into a billion stars. Best fireworks in the World !
A last blast takes flight and rains rainbow sparks.
' Here come the cages ! ' exclaims Sam.
The flower-weaved bars are opened and a hundred white doves take to the the moon. When the Ooohs and Aaahs, the applause have died down, Sam turns to Tim.
' Let's have a kid. '
Tim smiles, banana mouth.
' Gabriella can be our surrogate mother. ' he adds.
They put their hands around eachother's waists and sway towards home.
And just for fun, here is a poem that I wrote in December 2015, which is oddly appropriate....
I haven't changed a word ! The World works in mysterious ways !
Free
I know why the caged bird sings.
he sings for freedom - he sings
to draw attention to his lot.
He sings to bear his confinement.
He sings as soon as the sun
crosses the horizon. He sings
to the sparrow, to the tit who sit
on the branches of the lime tree.
He sings to forget.
The caged bird sings
when he hears the bluejay
strain. He sings when
the mockingbird is silent.
He sings because he was made
that way and his vocal chords
have not been taken away.
The truth is like a waddled-up
handkerchief soping wet
in a pocket. May the air flow
through the bars and cool
the feathers
of the caged bird
when he has finished
his song.
©susanbauryrouchard
Break Free, Queen, go here
Live Forever, Queen, extract Highlander.
go here
Funeral for a friend, Sir Elton John, LIVE Prague, May 2019.
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Song for a Guy, video,
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Someone Saved my Life Tonight, LIVE, Old Grey Whistle, 1982.
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Fool's Overture, Roger Hudgson, video,
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Don't Give Up, Peter Gabriel, LIVE World Tour with Paula Cole, 1993.
go here
My photos Sitges, 29th-31st May 2019
The Official guide to Sitges Gay Pride June 2019, on Wordpress,
go here
Sitges tourist information site, Visit Sitges,
go here
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Sunny here in Toulouse, Spring in full bloom, Summer soon.
Have an inspiring weekend.
