Friedha Fartlow had an amazing ability to eat cheese under
water while playing the violin, "what a strange woman" these people would
say but they still came to watch her
One-day Friedha and her friend Inga decided to go on a journey.
A journey
into the deep unknown
They packed their little bags and headed off into
Unpleasantville, they had always heard of it and felt like it was time to go
before they were too old.
(mind you they are both 95 now)
So they
headed off on the local ferry for a 3 hour-long journey through the islands and
foggy mountainous terrain.
"Inga?
Look," "what?" "look at this?"
Oh for
god's sake can't a woman have a moments rest.
"Oh my god.
I have
never seen one like that before, it is a tickletanklewingwonker"
"Quick give
me the binoculars."
She almost
pulls Friedha's head off as the binoculars are still wrapped around her neck
"Look at
the beak on that bird, it is glowing gold...
Were is the
camera?"
Dang it.
The boat
turned through the tight waterways and the bird disappeared off into the fog.
Well that annoyed Inga to no end, she wandered off mumbling profanities to
herself.
They
finally arrived to their destination; as they left the boat they were full of
joy at all the strange amazing things they were seeing.
People with
odd clothes and strange way, they really felt like they fitted in.
They
quickly disappeared into the toilets and came back with their funky clothes on,
bright colors and fun hats with bells on them.
"Inga look
this is wonderful"
"I can see
it Friedha," sssshh. Friedha looked at her and shook her head.
Inga pulled
out her flute and began playing, as she was walking, Friedha danced and jigged
around. Everyone was smiling and laughing and singing,
Inga had
her silvery locks braided and a henna tattoo put on her hand, Friedha shared
stories with the locals and smoked pot.
They were
definitely in heaven here and didn't want to ever leave.
Oh my God!
There is that gold beaked birdy again.
Inga ran
off chasing this little fellow in hope of getting a picture of him, she slipped
into a hole in the ground and fell deeper and deeper into the earth
She
screamed and waved her arms in the air.
Friedha
grabbed Ingas shoulders "wake up, wake up."
"Oh what,
huh?"
"You were
dreaming," "were am I?"
"Remember
we are in the cinema watching the African queen
I swear
Inga you are starting to loose your marbles."
I hope you have enjoyed my site and my short stories. For more information on my paintings and workshops please feel free to contact me anytime.emelisa@iprimus.com.au
