Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Truth in Wine
A life’s work continues to conjure questions well past the funeral. Take Arthur’s case. His son was convinced that trash-can is the rightful place for his late father’s poetry while his wife didn’t see any harm in keeping the papers till the winter; the pile was large enough to keep the fire-grate burning for two nights.
Up in the sky, his afterlife trial began.
“My Lord, Arthur wrote too many lies. Take his poem ‘Post-Big-Bang Symphony’:
Eve had to eat the apple really soon
Adam was keen to sleep with the moon
Liar is a sinner. He belongs to Hell.”
“Romanticism needn’t be a sin. He was a kind fellow. Didn’t even pluck a flower after he turned ten. Let him be in Heaven please.”
Romantic souls were always hard to place. God adjourned the court for a break.
Post-break, God announced, “I’ve put Arthur’s words in that locker”.
The locker was labeled ‘Truth In Wine’ and carried five glasses of red wine atop it.
“To open, drink the glasses in a magical sequence. Else the wine gets refilled”.
No one, who managed to read his words, judged them lies.
Statistics reveal a 65% rise in romantic population in heaven after the T.I.W. constitutional amendment was established.
Back on earth, Arthur’s poetry was rescued before getting burnt. His grandson smuggled the stack to his school. That year, second-graders had paper boats whenever it rained, or as Arthur would have put it, whenever Juliet shed tears in heaven.
PS : This is my entry to the Clarity Of Night Short-story contest(click here). 250-words limit was a challenge.