Minetto

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This story is not about a character or explaining a story rather understanding a story and spreading your horizons. You may recognize references to other stories that reveal nostalgia to certain
people and are foreign to others. I hope from reading this you gain something you didn't see before.

Submitted: June 09, 2018

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Minetto 

 

This is the tale of a man who lived in a place called Minetto. This place is imaginative and takes to your imagination. You can picture a grey sheet of darkness spreading over a shallow town. Similar to that of a apocalyptic London, or a aura of light that spreads through the horizon across the city buildings humble and small with a small rounded wooden door leading to a hobbit hole .With patches of green moss symbolizing its age but still as bright as if it was brand new. Though whether you choose one of these places to represent your mind this man will surely play tricks on you as Minetto is not one but both these images as not of my telling but of yours.

This tale starts on a sunny day as this man dressed in purple scounded pants made from loose rags and tissue. To a finely woven black suit jacket with a red velvet inside with little black diamond symbols paving across the outside of the velvet. With the red pulsing as if flushing the diamonds to reality. This man carries black stubble on his chin to his upper lip the little spots resembling a shaven goatee. His bright green eyes give a mysterious glow as he seemingly sees through you ,but is so naive he could have been born yesterday. This man walks in between an isle of people some wearing rags others with silver and gold flowing down their necks. He moves quickly ,his toes swiftly moving through the sand covering the ground below him. The merchants eye him from their trading posts. One in particular being merchant of a pharmacy selling fruits and vegetables. He had two mean hazel eyes followed by a pair of big slanted bushy eyebrows. He had little hair on his head but a bulky ,scruffy ,brown beard. The tips of his forehead were slightly red from the blazing sun shining down giving a blanket of humidity and hate. The man continued walking with a glowing smile across his face his white pearly teeth shined the hate from the sun and his brown hair brushed the sides of his ears like a mop. He swung his bulky arms in front of him courageously his speed decreasing in his walking pace. Then a gentle hand reached one of his arms the hand had little stubbles of hair across the knuckles slowly seaming to tense. Suddenly the arm jerked forward, colors of yellow brown and black hit his eyes fast like a moving train. Then he saw it he was not being pulled down but up as his mind was being open to a gleaming light. He rested steadily on a frame of his life and the good in his world. He was a king with the most magnificent crown.Then the nails, hard and stiff that was all he could and would ever see.

Screaming ,pain though why do I tell you this story because Minetto is not a place but a time. And though you may have put together this is the story of the painful death in a religion though you are wrong. This story is not about a person or people or anything living. This story is about Minetto and understanding the importance of this time as everything that has been said to this point is pointless yet incredibly important. As this is about perception not vision now let's go back into a the same setting but a different result.

This similar man man walks not confidently but tense as is if a statue. He looks the same as the first but different. As his exterior is the same but this man has made some intense choices. His right sleeve hold the bloody pocket knife he used to kill his closest friend yet his most hated enemy. Why do such a thing you might ask? Because he’s in chains and he is the one telling this story of his killing. These shackles are literal and metaphorical. Literal as in the binds chaining him to the wall the others represent the beating of his friends heart.

As this shows a famous story of the Tell Tale Heart this is all a representation of this time I cal Minetto. Both these men went on two different paths for two different reasons. Righteous and guilty. Though they were both bound and stripped of their freedom and shown without remorse but still live inside to tell their tail. That is what Minetto is, a story. Forget its name but know its meaning because names are but labels but the meaning is the meaning and will not lie to you with a fake label. Give time and energy, rhyme and curiosity but get rid of your eyes so you can really see.  

 


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