Valhalla Calling (316 hits)
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Submitted by CubLoboy (View user info) at 2004-08-31 15:34:09 EDT
I sit at a piano, tapping away some old blues melody. A glass of Bailey's over ice sits on the piano top, right next to the ashtray with the filtered cigarette slowly turning to ash. The room is cool. Long and wide, it accommodates several couches and easy chairs, as well as a billiards table and the piano at which I sit. It's dark. Windows along one wall afford a view of the lake at night, a pale reflection of the moon gently swaying on the surface of the water. The opposite wall is lined with bookshelves, filled with hardcovers of various genres, a lifetime's collection. The lights are low. Occasionally, people will come through. Some need something, advice usually. Some want to sing along, others like to just listen. A few just like to talk about the old days and reminisce about friends long gone.
At some point, I know she'll come down for me, make me go to bed. She massages my shoulders and back as we lay in bed beneath an open window. We whisper for a while, then fall asleep in each other's arms.
I wake late in the morning, as has become my custom. I breakfast by the pool, rye toast and fruit usually, with black coffee and juice. Reading for an hour or so, I glance up occasionally to watch friends and family as they laugh and play in the pool, and then return to my book. Sometimes I have visitors in the morning, but never before I've had a good hour of reading.
In the early afternoon, she comes for me, takes my hand and we drift away from the pool. Sometimes back in the bedroom beneath the window, sometimes in the cabana, sometimes right at the side of the pool if no-one is around, we make love until we're wearing languorous smiles and are stuck together with sweat. I scrub her back in the shower, she scrubs mine. Right after, I return the massage I'd borrowed the night before.
Dinner is a party, as it always has been. Family and friends and children of all ages eat together in a noisy, riotous festival that can be rightly called "bacchanalia". Wine flows and food is consumed. Eventually, coffee is served. The children are whisked away, leaving a few older souls to sit, smoke, drink and talk. The subjects of these after dinner conversations vary wildly from topic to topic. It is, however, always stimulating and intelligent and sometimes silly.
I retire to the piano room, glass of Bailey's over ice in my hand. I light a cigarette and take my first deep drag of the day. And life continues as it should...
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Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-08-31 16:21:01 EDT (#)
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Homer: Ooh, look at this one! The Hammer of Thor! (Reading) "It
will send your pins to ... Valhalla?" Lisa?
Lisa: Valhalla is where vikings go when they die.
Homer: Ooh, that's some ball.
The Telltale Head
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Is it coincidence that this quote popped up on this post?
Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-08-31 16:13:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love this.
Submitted by Heimdallsman (user info) at 2004-08-31 15:52:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good.
One man's heaven.
--HeimdallsMan
Submitted by BoogieFevuh (user info) at 2004-08-31 15:47:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Pretty good. I don't see what it has to do with the title, tho.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-08-31 15:37:44 EDT (#)
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strong.