The Princes Adventure 1
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If anyone has read ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry then they might understand this story better. I wondered what happened after/if the little prince went back to his planet and this is just my little experiment that I went with. I wrote it all in one breath, and I hope it makes sense. I’m posting it on here to see what people think of it, and if you guys like it, I’ll continue it. Any and all comments are very much welcome. I hope you like it!
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She was born out of his loneliness. He molded her, touched her with his thoughts, created her from his tears and longing. One can imagine a creature born from such need and desire for companionship to be anything but what she turned out to be. One would imagine a creature whose sole core is to give life to another’s need for more to be mean, cruel even. A soul awakened from a little Prince’s boredom, to be his plaything, losing her turn in the cosmic order of things. She didn’t know quite what it was she had lost out on, but it must have been something very important. For, at the precise moment at which she awoke she felt a great tearing and pulling at her. A deep longing of regret, of something lost, but not quite realized.
She awoke and said eagerly ‘I’m yours,’ as if it meant anything. As if she was hers to give away in the first place. She immediately had a great need to belong to someone, or something, figuring that belonging, at least if not to herself, but to someone was better than not belonging at all.
She was called before her time and place, and yet she had answered his cry. She wasn’t obliged to answer, but something in the way that he had asked, in his gentle soothing cries and outbursts, he had convinced her she was needed. And what person does not wish to be needed? For when you are needed, you answer to your best abilities. To not be needed is one of the worst things you could realize about yourself. Because if no one needs you, then whom do you need in life? This is hard to grasp, except by those who have never had someone cry out for their company or advice, their help or their hand in friendship.
The Little Prince was a lonely creature on his planet, B612, and having so much time on his hands, with little to do, it had finally become too much for him to bear to be alone another minute. His sole company on his planet was a very small sheep given to him from a friend when he visited Earth a long time ago and his rose, the only thing he loved. Love had been explained to him by the nice man on Earth, however, he still had trouble grasping the concept of it. Because, if his rose did not love him back, then what was the point in such a sad, one-sided emotion?
Plants and sheep are fine, in his opinion, but they were not as nice as having someone to talk to, for sheep lacked the knowledge or the ability to speak. And prince had a lot to talk about, the stars being his solely listeners in the night sky. He had no one to tell about his trip to Earth or the other asteroids. He desperately wished to tell someone, anyone but his goat about what he had seen there, the magnificent sights, the places in the desert, the fox which he tamed. He wished to tell someone these stories, so that as time went by and his memory grew more and more faint, that someone would be there to help him remember his adventures, tell his adventures back to him so that he could once again live in the moment. So, in his desperation one night he had called Momo to life, unknowing where she came from, but the only thing mattering that she was there.
At first, Prince was unsure. How does a creature such as her, being no smaller than him, fit into his tiny planet. The planet was small, and round, and if he walked slowly he could circle it from the time the sun rose on the East side to the time the sun fell on the West side. It wasn’t crowded, it was just right for him and his precious rose and the goat that chewed carefully on only the bad trees, called baobab trees, that could turn his B612 into dust were they no destroyed. There were also three small volcanoes on his planed, only two of them being active but posing no danger to his planet. But now, a fourth soul was on the planet. Would it be too much? Would she fit?
He didn’t know what to do with her, whether to cry in fear and kick her off his planet into space where she would be determined to float in a vastness as big as his loneliness forever, or, does he accept her as the answer to his soul and accept her as a part of him. For, she truly was a part of him. How could he create something that was not his? If you are the creator, then, are you not the possessor as well? If her entire existence was based on your existence, then was she not the cause of you? And if so, then was she not yours?
When Prince first looked into her eyes (and what interesting eyes they were) he saw himself. Not as others would see him, had anyone else but his goat ever seen him on his planet, but as he saw himself. When one looks into oneself, one sees oneself in a way in which they would like to be seen by the world. The world may have seen Prince one way, but Momo’s eyes showed him just as he would have liked to be seen, he exuberated what in his mind was ideal.
From the moment Momo awoke, she was delightful. To any ordinary person on Earth she would have looked like a small child wearing only a green and black polka-dotted dress, having no other possessions of her own. She wore no shoes, and as Prince would discover later on, she would never do so, but her toes were curiously forever clean and her toenails forever pink. Had Prince imagined her this way? Or had she somehow mutated from thought to matter and become her own person in the process?
For the next three days Prince spent almost every waking minute talking to Momo, telling her of his adventures to Earth and six other asteroids before he had returned to his own, discovering he was unable to travel anymore because his only rose needed his constant attention. Momo, of course, from the moment she awoke knew all of this, because she had been inside him, been a part of him, had come from him. She knew him as if she knew herself, his past slowly becoming her past, his memories and thoughts having belonged to her all along. But she listened to his stories patiently, knowing he needed this, needed to feel his tongue against the roof of his mouth making sounds which were foreign to him at times.
Momo did not speak at all, only smiled and let Prince twirl her firecracker hair in exasperated disbelief. After Prince had said all he had to say, he grew tired of her. She only smiled and listened to him, never spoke back. He resisted this thought at first, but it soon became all too apparent that he had become bored of his new plaything. He had never become bored with anything before, but now, he no longer found himself gleefully telling her his deepest secrets of the soul. Her eyes were what tired him most. He became tired of seeing himself in her as he would like to be, perfect in his mind. Could she not show him this? Was she not tired of listening to him? Was she even able to speak?
Soon, Momo and Prince spent their days together on B612 in quiet contempt, having little place to go. Prince took up residence on the colder side of the planet, the West side, and slowly pushed Momo out until she spent most of her time in the East. While he spent his days caring for his rose, carefully pruning it and sometimes even singing the only song he knew, Momo spent hers sitting Indian style and looking up at the sky, at the dark spots deep in the galaxy. She wondered what it was like, having experienced all that Prince had himself experiences. She knew, deep inside her, but she wanted to see for herself, to experience Earth by herself, separate from Prince.
‘I want to go to Earth,’ she boldly told Prince one day. ‘I want to touch the underbelly of a whale and taste the fruit of India. I want to be like you, for I am you, but I need t
o find me. I cannot continue being you but in a different physical form.’ She had been thinking about this for quite some time, and she was sure she could do it the same way Prince had a long time ago. ‘I am sorry Prince, but I have to briefly leave you. I am sure you will understand once you have asked yourself.’
‘What?!’ said Prince. She speaks! She can speak! Had she been in possession of this ability all along, only having not used it as a mockery to him? Was it because he had awakened her soul and in mad protest she had not given him the thing he had wanted the most? He immediately grew angry with such a child’s fury that he could not speak, only felt the heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks.
Before he could scream out in enraged anger and protest to her that she was not going anywhere but staying right there and explaining everything to her, she was gone. He blinked once. Twice. Three times. She was gone. He immediately questioned his sanity. Ask himself what?! Had she ever even existed? Had she been real or had he imagined her in his lonely-induced stupor? He grew frantic and irrational, circling his planet three times around from East to West and then twice from North to South, but he could not find her anywhere. He briefly wondered if she had been matching his pacing the whole time and she was just on the opposite side of the planet, mocking his stupidity. Was she really gone?
Momo didn’t know how she had done it, and as soon as she was aware of not being on B612 any longer she regretted not explaining herself further to Prince. She did not know exactly how she had traveled, but she knew that once she had made up her mind, it was beyond her ability to stop it.
She found herself up against something cold and hard. It felt awkward touching her pale skin, poking slightly into her side. It was dark outside and an odor filled her nostrils in a strange way. Not in the way that Prince’s rose did when it first bloomed in spring, but in a heavier, muskier way.
‘¿Hola? ¿Quién hay? ¿Hola??’ Momo heard a man’s voice, much deeper than Prince’s utter these strange things. Was he speaking to her?
‘¿Hola? ¿Habla usted conmigo? ¿Quién allí? ¿Habla usted conmigo?’ she heard herself answer back.
A tall figure pulled away the large metal thing that had pinned her between a brick wall. Momo was unsure of what to expect and immediately missed Prince’s familiarity. What had she gotten herself into? She had heard that some people on Earth could be unfriendly from Prince’s memories and hoped this man would not hurt her.
A round, friendly face loomed over her and her nerves calmed themselves at once. The man that stood above her offered his hand and briskly pulled Momo to her feet, unaware that she had been sitting in a ball on the ground until then.
‘Hola, me llamo Javi ¿Que te llamas? ¿De dónde vino usted?’ Javi smiled so nicely to Momo that she immediately knew he had the purest of hearts. And he, like Prince, saw himself in Momo’s eyes as the way he wanted to be to the world. A strapping, bold, beautiful Indian man with eyes as green as an enraged sea.
‘Hello Javier, my name is Momo. I am from a small planet called B612 and I am guessing I am no longer on it. Can you tell me where I am? I think I am lost. I was trying to aim for the sea so I could see a whale. Are there whales nearby here? Could you maybe help me out?’ Momo spoke as slowly as she could, unsure whether he could understand her.
But Javi only smiled and excitedly spoke back, ‘Seguro seguro, usted está en España. ¿Sabe usted donde España es? ¿B612? ¿Dónde está eso? La bienvenida, la bienvenida.’
This went on for a while longer, Javi speaking in Spanish and Momo answering back in English. Neither one of them spoke the other’s language but they both understood each other beautifully. Just as Momo was trying to describe B612 to her and Javi was trying to explain exactly where in the world Spain was (different countries was a very strange concept to Momo) a loud, high-pitched noise startled Momo and she screamed.
‘No, no, don’t be afraid Miss, please. That is only my dog barking. He is very gentle and would never hurt a soul!’ Javi quickly said, putting a calming hand on Momo’s shoulder. ‘His name is Tiene.’
‘Hello Tiene,’ Momo composed herself, seeing herself in the dog’s eyes and recognizing her soul in his. ‘It’s so very nice to meet you.’
Tiene quickly sat on his behind and gave his paw to Momo, which she shook eagerly in her small hand. She was surprised when he had come from nowhere, but immediately had a fond liking for Tiene. She understood him to be a different species of sheep, one with longer fur and a strangely-set face. And since Prince’s sheep had always been so kind to her and chewed all the dangerous plants that could harm his planet, she felt silly for being startled by this creature in the first place.
Javi invited Momo back to his cardboard box across the street to have late cena with him and Tiene and she said she’d love to.
‘So tell me Javi, being the first person I meet in my travels, what is it like to be human?’ Momo accepted a generous offering of refried canned beans. She didn’t want to waste any time in getting to know as much as possible about earth since she did not know when the irresistible feeling would overtake her again and she would go back to B612.
Javi seemed to consider this for a long time, chewing slowly. ‘Well,’ he began. ‘I am not sure whether it is very easy or very difficult. It depends on one’s perspective, does it not? Not knowing what it is like to never have been human, I have nothing to compare it to.’
Momo sat comfortably on the cardboard box, patiently waiting for Javi to continue. She absently petted Tiene who was lulling to sleep next to her leg, finding his fur irresistible. The wind gently blew her hair into her face and she momentarily closed her eyes, enjoying this new feeling. There was never any wind or rain or even snow for that matter on B612. Having no precipitation of any kind and never experiencing anything similar, Momo took great joy in the wind. It was night in the city and if she looked up she could make out the faint outlines of stars. They were much dimmer here than back at B612, she noticed, yet they were beautiful still. She saw that at night, the box also served as Javi’s sleeping bed. So people on Earth sleep under the stars, just as I do back home, she thought.
However, this was not the case. Momo and Javi spent all night talking, only pausing when Tiene stirred and wished to be walked in familiar company. So, Javi and Momo walked with him, further into the city, where she saw the most incredible things for the first time. I must remember this so I can tell Prince, she said to herself about every other minute.
‘I once was a very rich man in India,’ Javi began his story after explaining to Momo what being homeless meant. ‘I had a lot of money back then. Money here is a way of trading something for things that you want. It is a representation of what you have, and depending on how much you have of it, is how much you can get of other things.’ This deeply confused Momo, for she did not understand why you would want something beyond what was yours, but she let Javi continue.
‘So, I had a lot of this trading stuff, called money, and I lived back in India then. India is like Spain, except hotter and there is sand everywhere that’s as red as your hair,’ he continued. Momo liked the way he spoke to her. Softly, as if speaking to a child, yet not in a way that underestimated her intelligence.
‘In India, I fell in love with a woman as beautiful as the stars at night. Her name was Dayita, which means beloved. And my beloved she was.’
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Marigold's parents did not ask about her weekend. They never asked anything that would require a discussion of Aunt Vera. They were torn between their desire to pretend the woman didn't exist and their equally strong desire that Marigold know her father's family. She felt bad about using that conflict to deceive them, but she didn't feel like she had much of a choice. They never would have let her go to New York with Thule if she'd just asked. Thule would never had let her say...
Leaving Marigold dozing, curled up on the bed, Thule went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. Gazing into the mirror over the sink, he took a personal inventory. He was starting to show stubble and, in two or three days, would need to shave again. He was also starting to develop dark circles under his eyes again, but they did not look so bad on his tanned face as they had as when they were the only color he had. Still, he was getting deep into sleep debt and would have to...
When Thule pulled up in front of Dawn's house the next morning, she was sitting on the curb. Her head was down, so intent on the book in her lap that she didn't look up until Thule had stopped his car in front of her. Sliding the book into her bag, she unfolded into a standing position. Thule watched the process, thinking about what Marigold had implied in her question about being with women and suppressed a shiver at the visual that hit him. As disturbing as the whole scene with Maya had...
"What are you doing here?" Thule asked, sounding weary and resigned. "You don't answer your e-mail," Maya replied, "You don't log on to instant messenger or, if you do, you do so in stealth mode. I wanted to talk to you." "I have a phone," Thule pointed out. "Would I have had any better luck?" Maya asked. By way of answer, Thule said, "I've been busy." "With Mari-go-old?" Maya said the name like a taunt. "With Ivan Vandevoort, if you must know," said Thule. "Are you...
When Thule knocked on Marigold's front door Sunday afternoon, Jonas answered, coming outside and pulling the door shut behind him, "We're running a little bit late, I'm afraid. I got held up by some matters at church and that cascaded." "No problem," said Thule. "How have you been, Jonas?" "Busy," said Jonas, "Every free moment I can get, I've been talking to Artie McNamara. I'm trying to fix a lifetime of ignorance in a few weeks' time while planning a major corporate...
Marigold sat on her front porch, dozing a little as she waited for Thule's car to appear. She'd made the mistake of coming down late for breakfast the day after what Holly referred to as a "cooking day." When she came down to the breakfast table, she immediately recognized her mistake. Before she could reach for an apple or get her yoghurt out of the refrigerator, Holly put a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, biscuits, and a thick slice of ham. "Mom," she protested. "I can't eat...
As he and Dawn took their leave of Marigold, Thule shook his head to himself, drew a cigarette out of his pack, and lit it. There was a small risk a teacher would make him extinguish it, but he decided to chance it. Now that he was smoking again, he found that it helped him think. "Can I get one of those?" Dawn asked. Thule looked at her suspiciously. He had a feeling Dawn and Marigold were in some sort of cahoots now, but wasn't sure over what. There were too many meaningful looks...
Marigold watched Dawn with a clinical eye as Thule drove them towards his house. Her first aid instructor at the hospital had been an emergency room nurse who had taken great pains to remind her students that not all injuries were immediately visible or even physical. According to the nurse, it wasn't all that uncommon for a patient to completely avoid physical injury, then die of shock because it went undiagnosed. She didn't say anything, though. For the time being, Dawn seemed all right....
Thule sat in his car, parked on the mountain across from the Vandevoort Estate, smoking a cigarette and watching. The party was obviously a much larger event than he had anticipated. The first guests were already arriving and handing their cars over to valets who were driving them over to the empty, grassy space a quarter mile down the road. Assuming they expected to fill the lot they'd cordoned off, there would be easily five to six hundred cars by the time they were done. Stripping out of...
Thule woke with the sun hitting him in the face. The alarm clock's display was lost in direct sunlight, so he had to stagger over to his desk to find out that it was just past six thirty. He groaned. Five and a half hours of sleep were not enough, not after yesterday or, for that matter, the whole week. He should go back to bed. But, there was too much to do and his tossing and turning would only serve to wake Sveta. He decided he would rather have an hour or two to get things done before he...
It took Dawn several minutes to stop shaking with rage. She sat on a small stone bench at the edge of Thule's property line, overhung with the branches of the first few trees of the forest that started abruptly at the edge of the grass. From that vantage, she could see Jake come out of the house, light a cigarette as he scanned the yard, then come up the path towards her. She pointed to the cigarette in his mouth, "Give me one of those." "You smoke now?" asked Jake, drawing out the...
Despite the girls' efforts not to wake him, Thule was up shortly after nine. He'd woken up earlier, but a quick glance at the other bed coupled with the sounds of muffled giggles and other, more guttural sounds convinced him that getting up at that point would either force him into an awkward rejection or make them take even longer than it already was to get out of the city. In spite of that, he still nearly got up anyway. It clearly didn't fit into his plans, but he was still male and...
Thule woke at six thirty, half an hour before his alarm would have gone off. As he tried to detach himself gracefully from Dawn, whose head was laid across his chest, she looked up sleepily, "Is it morning?" "More or less," Thule said. "I need to get some things done before I head into the city." Dawn stretched, "Want me to make breakfast?" "It's early yet," said Thule. "Go back to sleep." Dawn got up on hands and knees, shaking sleep out of her head, "No. It's all right. I...
"How's your head?" asked Matika. Thule reached up and touched the sore spot tenderly, "Still sore. John really cracked me." "You just startled him," said Matika, "He's not a violent person at all." "I've really got to start asking people to hit me on the other side of the head for a while," said Thule, "I'm going to start looking asymmetrical if I get any more lumps on this one." Matika nodded, "I noticed an old cut and bruise behind your ear. What was that from?" "It...
Thule called Matika back once he was on the road, "Can you talk?" "Yes," said Matika, "I'm headed to Mannsborough right now." "What do you know?" Thule asked. "Not much," said Matika, "Jake called me on my cell. Apparently, Randy and Ivan had some kind of fight about Mrs. Vandevoort. Randy left and came back with a gun. Randy shot Ivan. Jake shot Randy. At some point, Randy shot Jake. It's all very confusing." "Is anyone dead?" asked Thule. "No one was when Jake called...
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When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...
“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...
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