zondag 2 november 2014

A cryptic tale. Read closely...it does make sense!

Wow! it's been ages since I posted anything on here. I guess I've been busy with other things. Rummaging through the papers in my very disorganized desk the other day, I came across this short piece of writing I did back in 2010 and thought it might be fun to put it on here.

Ideally the two pieces of text should be placed oppositie one another for easy comparison, but for reasons of limited space I'll place the story first and it's "translation" underneath. Sorry for the need to scroll! Compare the "bold" words in the two versions.

The Story

Postarrest, he woke up and thought it time to debunk, walked to the window to disclose it and looked out. He was overboard and felt like he wanted to relay but decided to go downstairs and eat. He stared despondently into the greenskeeperit was so annoying jargon. There was only a pecan and yesterday’s expand. So he grabbed the Groundskeeper, made himself a cup and gave it a minister. It wasn’t exactly Radish or primates!
He was a tumbler you know, and had been an avid walnut and exercised regularly, and as such, it was easy to take a break, but since his gymslip, which he thought really scarlet (him being such an ultramarine!..Well, it was nice to run amok!) he’d become ascribe, part of a press-gang.
Now that he had reached the point extraction he decided it was time to do something exciting. He thought of summer squashes. Yes! He fancied a basket. He stared out the window and spotted a wandering in a commonplace across the way. Then, by coincidence, a palette saw him from outside. He gave him a microwave and said “Common interest. Would you like some coffee? No? Well, whatever floats your boat!”. His palette accepted gratefully. They talked a while and heard dropping. Yes, the walnut had a great idea, they would take a trip in his budget! It would be caustic but he wasn’t pensive anymore, he was retentive. Yes, after all that climbing and exercise he really liked the idea of being retroactive and his friend wouldn’t be put out to grass for a while either! They planned to be outlandish for a while, visit another combination. Yes, our walnut thought, maybe he might even try his hand at being a fall-guy! It would take enriches, but our walnut didn’t care. After all, a few years back, in his post-office, he had committed a counter-attack and besides he’d never been averse to advice. Maybe he was just having a mangosteen.  He’d never been a doughnut, wasn’t amino and had never been concealed. He was just agent in need of a break!

The Translation
 
After having had a sleep, he woke up and thought it time to get out of bed, walked to the window to open it and looked out. He was completely fed-up and felt like he wanted to lie down again but decided to go downstairs and eat. He stared despondently into the refrigerator – it was so annoying when the jam’s finished. There was only a tin of peas and yesterday’s food (after it’s cooked and put on plate). So he grabbed the coffee jar, made himself a cup and gave it a very short stir. It wasn’t exactly food fit for a god or the best food you’ve ever eaten!
He was a gymnast you know, and had been an avid mountain-climber and exercised regularly, and, as such, it was easy to injure yourself, but since his accident while exercising, which he thought really just a scratch (him being such a highly-skilled military man!... Well, it was nice to pretend!) he’d become a writer, part of a group of journalists.
Now that he had reached the point when broken bones have healed he decided it was time to do something exciting. He thought of crowded beaches. Yes! He fancied a little lie down in the sun. He stared out the window and spotted a group of hikers in a public park across the way. Then, by coincidence, an acquaintance saw him from outside. He gave him a short greeting and an invitation to enter and take a break. “Would you like some coffee? No? Well, water! His acquaintance accepted gratefully. They talked a while and heard the sound of rain falling in a puddle. Yes, the mountain-climber had a great idea, they would take a trip in his friend’s private airplane! It would be expensive but he wasn’t in the mood for writing anymore, he was wanting to go camping again. Yes, after all that climbing and exercise he really liked the idea of lazing around (after sport) and his friend wouldn’t take exception to being locked outside for a while either! They planned to be overseas for a while, visit another continent. Yes, our mountain-climber thought, maybe he might even try his hand at being a skydiver!  It would take any amount of money, but our  mountain-climber didn’t care. After all, a few years back, in his free time after work,  he had committed a bank robbery and besides he’d never been averse to fiddling the accounts. Maybe he was just having a male midlife crisis.  He’d never been someone obsessed with earning money, wasn’t a nasty person and had never been a jailed criminal.  He was just a guy in need of a break!



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