travel
A story I wrote today.A molosce was clinging to a rock at low tide when a seagull came down.
"oh don,t eat me seagull i,m alone but if your hungry there are lots of others up stream"
"well well" said the seagull" your a clever molosce you can speak seagull"
"yes Ive been listening to your calls to one and other and I,ve learnt to speak your language"
" well i,m also very clever so because we,re both clever can we become friends" said the seagull
"oh yes please I want to travel I,m bored just clinging to this rock allday I,d like to fly to another rock can you take me in your beak.
So the seagull and the molosce became friends for a long time and together travelled by air to many many new rocks all over the world.
Flyme1.
The first part of this story was written sept 1916.
See the end of the comments please you will see the postscript to this story written today 10th Aug 2019.
Some more stuff about this story I,ve written today 14 Oct 2019 you,ll find at the end of comments.
Comments (13)
But Nah, I don't see how he is selfish, wouldn't you say the same
I do the same when taking pictures on my walks, the old cormorant and I are friends and the heron. They disappear and return again. I too have a life story around each, can be read as tales on river bank OR can be read with a message.
There is a hidden meaning to this tale.
I,ll give you a clue It,s about breaking away from the norm and wanting to travel.
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Please if you do read take the time to comment.
yours hopefully.
Flyme1(ex flying instructor and sailer)
Oh and if there are any ladies that would like to travel by land, sea, or air contact me a.s.p.
I guess the molosce is me .He lives away upstream on his own lonely and isolated.
I can,t live in the crowded cities with all the pollution and noise and long to get away trom the maddning crowd .
Thats why I learned to fly (like the seagull)
But because I,m differerent I,ve become Isolated and made the move to walmer sunnier winters in Portugal .
.I still have,nt found my seagull to travel with or maybe build a secure nest by the sea in my autumn years,
But I know she will still be a fine flyer and I shall turn from a molosce into a seagull and we can fly each day together in pure clean air and blue skies.
Comments Please.
If you read this postscript you will see what I,m trying to say.
Try and go back and read my comments of 1 year after I wrote
the story, where I explain that the seagull is me .
I was a flying instructor in microlights which were a new in the 1980,s and am fascinated by the flight of seagulls and all our wild animals.insects,sea life .It,s a wonder how they survive with all the interference of man and of course some have been hunted to extinction.
I now have become a hermit living in a small caravan ,but still visit this site hoping I,ll find my lady seagull who thinks like me and we,ll fly off together into the sunset and be happy and to learn more about this universe and the puzzles it gives.
More to come later.
The ciniciks will say split personality.
But I like to fly like the seagull but also like to be reclusive and be alone like the molosce.
Also I,m looking for a clever partner to come fly with me.
Is this part of my bi polar an inflated dream
Luff peese.
Flyme1.
Written in 2016 and modified thoughts throughout the years.
Life is like a river the water you see passes by once and goes out to sea never to be seen again.
Love and peace..
Flyme more.