Here's a wave

Ahh, I believe I have found the purpose of my blog... if we are learning about a body of stories that turns over and over on itself, why not just do my best to enter the world of telling completely naive stories?  In doing so am I closer to the intrinsic flow of the class? Good or bad here ya are...

Book One

Edmundo was a regular Mexican boy, in a time long forgotten, where he lived with his mother and father on an enormous agave farm, in the very center of the country.  However, one of his first memories was the day he was taken away by the monarchy of the West, and his parents were put to work on their own farm.  The monarchy favored the plant for tequila, and since the queen couldn’t have a child, the King of the West, when going about his military campaign, ordered his men to bring back the fairest child in the land.  He traveled by a grand coach and, before his travels, the escort game him new fancy beaded clothes that shined in the pure Mexican sun.  But when he arrived at the castle, he was only allowed to move about eight of the rooms, and was rarely let outside.  For twenty long years this went along.  Although confined, Edmundo was given the finest of educations in the arts, and history.  Famous Westerners were always stopping by the castle to mingle with the royal family, so he didn’t grow up a social outcast.  Many people marveled at his beauty in the town, his smile was brighter than the reflection of the sun and sea, but Edmundo was chaste and always had been.  Sure he dreamed, very beautiful women often came to the castle for the royal orgy once a month that lasted three to 8 days where wine was spilled and pigs were roasted, and tequila served was during.  Edmundo was never allowed to take part.  He had never been treated bad, just virginally.

One day during a party, Edmundo was allowed down to the main hall when all of its chandeliers were sparkling to play the guitar and sing ballads.  He told a story of a rose that grew strong in the desert and was picked by a desperado.  The desperado gave it to his sweetheart and it stayed alive long after he was gunned down.  As Edmundo put his guitar down, his eye was drawn to a fresh figure in the back of the hall smiling.  There stood a girl in a simple dress with a red flower stitched into the lower left side, and the top cut barely showed her bosom line.  She had red lips and a body of likeable proportion.  He glided across the floor snatched her up and ran down to a coach to drive away.  Rosa, Edmundo’s new girlfriend, was so enchanted by his beauty that she couldn’t and wouldn’t move and didn’t mind being taken away in the arms of this harmonious stranger.

“Where is your home?  For I shall take you there in this caravan to wed you and bed you.  I have been kept from my family and a life.  And you are beautiful.”

Rosa practically melted at his words.  “I am from town in the heart of Mexico.  I can tell you the way.” 

They rode off into the sunset towards her town.  Once they were out of reach of the castle and the sun had yielded to the stars, they passed a fountain that exploded as they went by, and Edmundo finally became a real hombre in his stolen coach behind the willow tree.  They traveled to Rosa’s village and started an agave farm, where they were beginning to live happily ever after.