This story is all about you
Acknowledgements for two of the pictures in the story. The picture of the stone circle is from Happy Valley, Llandudno, Wales. the stone circle was constructed in 1963 for the National Eisteddfod. The “Let me explore your mind” image was “borrowed” from the Healthy For Haylee site and before that the image was on “A Touch of black and white.”
This story is all about you – yes you dear reader! This story is a little adventure that you can have, if you just give me a few moments of your time. Open your mind and let your imagination start to work.
The story starts like this. You see her most days. Either she is off on a hike or taking her dog or dogs for a walk. Every time you see her you can’t help to stop and stare. She is just so beautiful. That long black hair, dark as night, flowing gracefully down her wonderful body. A “Goldilocks” figure – not too fat, not too slim. And the way she moves. It reminds you of a very old song,-
Poetry in motion
See her gentle sway
A wave out on the ocean
Could never move that way
I love every movement
And there’s nothing I would change
She doesn’t need improvement
She’s much too nice to rearrange
(Song by Johnny Tillotson)
You wonder what color eyes she has. Then she turns to meet your gaze. You turn away and blush. But before you do, you catch a fleeting glimpse of her lovely eyes. They are green – emerald green, like a deep green, and they seem to bore into you. You feel so embarrassed – but at least you have passed the first hurdle. She knows now that you adore her. But what will she think of you? Will she think you are some sort of pervert, the way you were staring at her? She could never be interested in you. She is WAY out of your league.
Days pass. You don’t see her again. You go to the places you normally see her, but she is not there. Something draws you to explore a path you haven’t tried before. You don’t even know why you are going down this path. You are normally so set in your ways, afraid or unwilling to try anything new. Damn what has got into you?
You walk on. Eventually you come to a clearing.
This story is all about you.
In the clearing there is a stone circle. There are 12 upright stones and in the middle is one laying flat. It reminds you of a story about ancient celts and their rituals. Behind it all is some kind of shed.
You walk a bit further. Then you see her. The girl of your dreams. She is beckoning you to her. You get nearer. She calls to you by name. How on earth does she know your name? Your eyes are fixed on her as she continues to beckon you closer. Like in a dream you almost float towards her. It is almost as if you have become like a character in a story. Then she motions for you to sit by the flat stone. She smiles at you, and uses your name again, then continues thus:-
“I’d like to welcome you to my mystical circle. I summoned you here you know.”
Your mind races. “Summoned you? Can she really do that, or is that just a story?” You see ashes in a cup and lighted candle on the flat stone. It burns with a strong vanilla essence, that you can even smell out there, out in the open. The warmth of the candle is somehow reassuring. You are so confused by so many things. But at least you are here, right next to her, and she is talking to you.
“I am Haylee Lynn by the way. I’ve notice the way you look at me. I can’t help wondering about you. Whether or not you will be any use to me? What is your story? Why you look at me the way you do? What makes you tick? Let me explore your mind.”
This story is all about you
Then she starts asking you questions. Where you live, who you live with, what job you do. You feel so open to her. Gradually she learns everything there is to know about you. The complete story of your life. You are flattered that she has taken an interest in you. As you talk, you talk the opportunity to gaze deeply into her eyes. They are even bigger and brighter than you ever imagined.
She seems satisfied with your answers. “You have potential I think” she says to you. You are delighted at those words. So delighted it just doesn’t cross your mind to ask “Potential as what?”
She speaks again.
“Do you want to please me?”
“Would you like to take me out to dinner?”
“No of course not silly.” She glances at her pocket watch, which she swings back and forth as she gets it out of her pocket. “Meet me back here in exactly 6 hours time. That will give you time to get ready. Oh and remember one thing. I am not a great lover of the Bible, but there is one verse, I do insist on all who know me understand and follow.”
You look at her expectantly. She continues.
“The Wise man bringeth presents.”
You smile, understanding her. She smiles back, then speaks again.
“Now go, and be back in exactly six hours.”
You hurry away. You return, washes, changed, and with three gifts. You have a bunch of 12 red roses, a big box of chocolates and a large, heart-shaped pendant. She thanks you. She puts the roses in a vase in the shed, and the chocolates by their side. She puts on the heart shaped pendant. It looks so good on her.
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You feel a million dollars as you walk together to her favorite restaurant. Inside the restaurant, it is dark, lit only by candles. The candles have the same vanilla essence that you smelled before. She sits opposite you and you get a chance to gaze into those wonderful eyes. You almost lose yourself in them. A waiter comes to take the order. She just says.
“The usual please Claude”.
You could swear he replied “Yes Goddess”, but he couldn’t have surely?
Then turning to you again she says,
“Have you got a good imagination?”
“I don’t know, it has never been tested.”
“Well can you get completely lost in a good story?”
“Oh, I have got a way of testing your imagination. Would you like me to test it right now?”
She then tells you to put out you right hand and close your eyes. She tells you that she is piling books on that hand. The hand is getting heavier and heavier. It can’t carry the weight of the books. Then she tells you to open your eyes. Your hand is considerably lower than what it was. She speaks again.
“I guess you have got a good imagination. You will do great.”
Again, your mind races. “I’ll do great at what?”
Then the starter arrives. It is tomato soup. How did she know you loved tomato soup? You devour it hungrily, but not before thinking how well the red of the soup complimented the black of her long, black, flowing dress. The red liquid also reminds you of blood. Rich, red blood surging through your veins. You feel a little dizzy. Is it the soup, the candles, or this fascinating, alluring beauty in front of you? You are not sure. Who cares anyway?
The main course arrives. It is an egg and cheese salad, with tomatoes, radishes, cucumber, lettuce, pickled onions, celery, with sprinkling of herbs on everything. It smells delicious.
She looks straight at you again with those wonderful big green eyes of hers, and leans forward so her eyes seem even bigger as they get closer to you and she speaks – no that is not the right word – she whispers to to you.
“I think it is so cruel to eat those poor defenceless animals. Don’t you?”
You nod agreement, even though you normally do eat meat with meals.
“I’m so glad you agree with me. It is such a good habit to get into. If you keep agreeing with me, I can see we are going to get along famously!”
You smile at her, so happy that you have pleased her.
You eat the meal. Although you don’t normally like vegetarian meals, this one is special somehow with the large number of tastes and textures. You actually quite enjoy it.
The main course is followed by a dessert as delicious as the first courses.
After the meal she stretches and yawns.
“I always feel a little bit sleepy after a big meal like that, don’t you.”
You agree again.
She suggests that the pair of you leave the table and sit in large armchairs before a roaring log fire. You move into the armchair. She starts talking about how nice it is to just relax and look into the log fire. How the fires dances as it burns. The lovely smell of the log fire. How lovely it is to just relax with someone you trust. It is so nice just to sit contented in the nice soft armchair and listen to her sweet voice. You could listen to that lovely voice forever. Before you know it you are fast asleep. Except you are not wholly asleep. You are still listening to her soft, silky velvety voice. Programming you. Converting you to her ways of thinking. You see my friend, this story is not all about you anymore. This story is all about HER now!
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