Feathers of Falsehood

“When you pretend all the time, you cannot tell when you’re being real.”

It was an hour past mid-night. The milkman had woken with a start. Lifting up his heavy eyelids, he walked to the kitchen and sat at the table.

There wasn’t a sound to be heard. The silence in the room made it difficult to breathe. In the thought of what had woken him, the milkman walked to the stove with a vessel and some milk.

“No matter how many feathers you dress yourself up with, you are going to be as grounded as the skin on your body,” he said out loud while heating the milk.

He remembered the story. It was a sad story. His great grandmother used to tell it to him with her hand pampering his head and her ‘old person smell’ cuddling him.

 – Milkman 2017

The Bell Seller

 

The Bell Seller
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A resident in only the cooler months of the year, the ‘bell seller’ is the nomadic eccentric character of town. The youth see him to be a wise philosopher, and the rest of the residents identify him as a symptom of winter.

The catholic priest calls him “a probable candidate of religion fraud”. While the youth, due to his travels and statements, consider him wise.

“The difference between me and a resident is the same distinction you make between obligation and desire” – the bell seller says.

During the time, when the milkman duties were first bestowed upon me, the bell seller, with his bells, would walk with me on my routes.  It wasn’t an imposing thing, but rather awkward. He stopped after a few weeks; just as I had started to expect his company on the deliveries.

We never did speak on the deliveries, they were silent walks.

 

– Milkman 1991

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