The Rendezvous
What's in a story? She asked me. I looked at her and watched her hair blow in her face. Her hands continually brushed them away from her mouth as she looked out into the ocean. I followed her gaze into the infinite blue. Any story in particular? I asked her. She looked at me and laughed. No, silly. I loved it when she called me that, silly. Just a story, she said. A tale, an anecdote, whatever. What about it? I wasn't quite understanding where she was getting at. Story-telling. It's an undying art. It would be revered in every society, every era. It might have been Shakespeare's plays, it might be those stories about that celebrity breaking up with that one because of something that happened. They are all tales, and we love them, don't we? I don't know, I said. And I didn't. It was interesting to wonder. Human beings have been telling stories even before words existed, what with cave paintings and all. Words came and we learned to tell stories thr