THE PURCHASER: chapter twoo

CHAPTER TWO: THE JOURNEY BEGINS

“Iq-;anurognathus’, thought LeVon-t as he shakingly pulled on his camel coloured coat. He was anxious and jittery for there were so many things to worry about. What was the weather like? What should he wear and take to reflect this? Would his comfortable and sensible overcoat be enough against the elements? A daring glimpse outside told him that it was sunny, but for how long? Inside, he was safe, but out there, he was anyone’s bitch. He was fate’s bitch. The caw of a large crow about 3 metres from the window threw LeVon-t clean off his feet. He resolved to get up again and continue with the task at hand. He could not simply write possibly one of the best written correspondences since the dawn of mankind and leave it unposted. One of LeVon-t’s sub-personalities chastised him for even thinking such heresy! Tumultuously, he motioned himself towards the front door. To an unknown visitor on the outside this great wooden door could be menacing but no human, thought LeVon-t, could even begin to experience the terror felt by himself at this very moment, as he on the inside would have to go outside. He dredged up all the strength, both mental and physical as best he could and swung open the great door. “Aha!” thought he, though he dared not utter this pensée, for a fear of his cloaked inner child who would likely seize upon this opportunity to steal the remnants of LeVon-t’s courage.

He hopped out of his safe abode, letter in pocket, and warily pushed the door to close. Everything so far was going to plan. With a chainless key, plated in a silverfish alloy, he reached up to lock the door. This he did.

And so LeVon-t set off along the garden path, being careful not to step on the cracks in between stones, for this would surely spell his doom. He checked again that he had all the purposeful objects, namely; letter to be posted, silver for a stamp and his pocketwatch. These he had.

A wily squirrel unnerved LeVon-t as it bounced along a nearby wall, perhaps stowing away nuts, perhaps making plans for sabotage. He wrestled with wishes to flee, constantly reminding himself of the Objective. Tiny hesitant baby steps became small sensible paces and small sensible paces became walking motions with average-sized intervals between them. So much so that before he knew it LeVon-t was walking with a non-negligible speed compared to the distance that was to be covered! Nervousness transformed itself into elation and the trees and shrubs sitting at his side began to move past him at a tremendous rate. With little warning he took his left leg a little higher than he usually did when walking, sprang somewhat off his right leg, alternated this configuration whilst still moving forward, springing off opposite legs while the other was elevated. He could hardly believe his legs: he was SKIPPING!

“Hjeeeer!” cheered he, for he was king of the lane.

The very next instant something truly amazing happened.

‘THE PURCHASER’ chapter one

THE PURCHASER

A fiction based on Truth

by Parsley Dreamer

CHAPTER ONE

LeVon-t sat majestically at his desk, adding the vital final touches to an important written correspondence he had just composed. With the last flick of his pen, executed with utmost perfection and grace, he completed his signature. The letter was now ready to be sent. This was a great achievement, so early in the day too. It was to be delivered by men in blue and a smattering of red, thought LeVon-t hungrily, and it would take approximately 4 days to reach its intended recipient. He could barely contain his excitement. The combining feelings of urgency and accomplishment almost threatened to encapsulate LeVon-t’s rationality, preventing him from carrying out his Duty. ‘No!’ thought LeVon-t, I have got this far….to stop now would surely be a wish for death!

He sprang up at once out of his forgiving chair in search for an envelope. In what seemed like minutes, but were in fact only seconds, his eager eyes fixed intensely on a rectangular paper-like article, which on further inspection proved to be the envelope so desired and required. Almost squeaking with glee, he took it in his hand and glided back to his seat in a heartbeat- as if now, having found a vehicle for this correspondence, there would be no turning back- he was no longer the same person as he was when he began the letter. Onomatopoeically, he leafed the envelope open, almost suggestively, as if to suggest at something. He proceeded to fold the letter once, no twice! -and slid the thin parchment into the envelope. True to its name, it enveloped the letter beautifully, to LeVon-t’s unashamed delight. Sensuously, LeVon-t licked the gum strip (what an inelegant name, he thought as he did so) and pressed it down onto the body of the envelope, sealing the fate of the letter inside. The excitement was waxing with every breath, LeVon-t’s heart pounding feverishly. He took the envelope in one hand, his writing implement in the other, and with sniper-like accuracy, he inscribed the recipient’s name and address…

All that was materially required now was…a postage stamp. This would allow the letter safe passage to its destination. This requirement did not much phase LeVon-t, for he had some stowed away inside the desk drawer. LeVon-t’s sharp brain abruptly instructed his arm to reach forward for the smooth golden drawer handle. Once his hand was safe upon it, he pulled it towards him with a perfectly proportionate force; just strong enough so that the drawer’s contents would at once be exposed for his inspection, and just weak enough so that the drawer would not become unjustly dislodged from its parent desk. When the contents came into view a casual glance provided nothing in the way of confirming any stamp’s existence.

LeVon-t edged closer, looking more inquiringly. He instructed his hands to sieve through the contents so that perhaps the elusive stamps would be unearthed. Nothing. LeVon-t squealed. A memory arose inside him and pierced his very soul! He had had a book of 6 postage stamps, and all had been used but one…but alas he had given this last stamp to Szllnqgst; for he also had business to sort out via post. “Ah me!” LeVon-t cried mournfully. He started to breathe even more erratically than before, a flurry of unwanted thoughts speeding through his troubled mind. There was only one thing for it, LeVon-t would have to purchase a stamp.