A Little Bad News...

I Know I Promised To Post Something Good Soon

Today at a meeting at my work I was informed that my company is phasing out my department and outsourcing it. Meaning I have to either apply to the company they are outsourcing to, or another job. While I would love to do this blog for a living, it doesn't currently make me any money. So for a little while I'll be busy trying to get a new job, while working my current job until mid April, this means I will be less than attentive to you the audience.

However I do have a Lolita inspired story to leave you all with for now.

I Only Ask For Time

There was once a young woman as pale as lilies, she had pink roses in her cheeks, and her eyes shown as blue as the dark winter sky. No one compared to her beauty. However, in her heart there was obvious sadness; men would offer anything to make the beautiful woman smile.

Men approached wanting the woman’s love, and ask “What could I do for your heart?”

To which she’d reply “I only ask for time”

“But there is no way to give time fair lady, perhaps riches”

“I only ask for time”

“I can give you stability”

“I only ask for time”

“Perhaps sobriety?”

“I only ask for time”

“What about fidelity?”

“I only ask for time”

“Sincerity”

“I only ask for time”

“I could give you joviality dear lady, but it seems nothing could satisfy your wretched heart”

They would always leave after offering the lady all the worldly possessions, and services they could. For nothing but time could satisfy the woman. After all no one can give time.

One day the young lady was sitting by a tree, watching the wind play through the flowers, and grass of the meadow in which the tree sat. When, a young man from a town nearby came to trade for some textiles for his father, who was a tailor. He had never seen such a woman and went up to her.

“I noticed you sitting here very melancholy, and wanted to know if there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

“I only ask for time” said the young woman yet again.

The boy was perplexed and walked away pondering what the lady said. That night on his way home he went back to the tree, but the lady had left. He asked at a nearby cottage what had happened to her, and was told she had gone home. Then he asked if he might see her there again. They politely told him that she often comes to that tree to watch the wind on the grass.

The boy went back to the tree and sat for three days, buying food from the nearby cottage woman, and using his father’s textiles to sew a quilt. The quilt was beautiful, with delicate embroidery around the edges, and a beautiful white apple blossom design sewn in the middle. When the lady returned to her spot on the fourth day, she was surprised to see the young man dosing in the sun, on the beautiful quilt.

“Ahem” the lady softly cleared her throat

The boy awoke suddenly to see the woman looking at him

“What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you; I thought maybe when you returned, we could just sit here and watch the grass together.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You seemed very lonely, as if perhaps you needed someone to spend some time with you. Please sit with me.”

The young woman sat down on the quilt beside him, and smiled sweetly.

That young man was the only one who had ever just sat with her, and they sit together now, and forever until the end of time, in love, on that beautiful quilt.

THE END

That concludes today's segment have a lovely evening.