Constitutional of the Heart I.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story about a walk, filled with the promise of love.

The autumn undoubtedly arrived. The mornings beginning to feel as chilly as the atmosphere after an argument. The lights, the colours still retain some of the summer, but their shades are fading. Just as the scents are weakening. The sun no longer gives searing slaps. It only caresses me softly, gently, exactly like you caressed my stubble at the bus stop where we were waiting for your tram.

Once again I arrived at the bank of the Danube for my constitutional. I had brought some treat for the winged reception committee, but I had no chance to give it to them. A strong, cold wind blew. The gulls took advantage of being hugged by it, and lifted them higher or even floated them weightlessly, like a warming bliss makes humans float.

I fought against the wind. This was not a new battle, but an ancient one: man against nature. The cool and cutting gusts struck at my chest like a sword at a breastplate. But as Don Quixote couldn’t win against the mills, so the wind couldn’t win against me. Because the sun was my aid in this duel. And because only fools imagine that the forces of nature personally attack them.

Approaching the bridge, smell of sulphur struck my nostrils. But not the devil came for my sinful soul! Only thermal water burst forth from an outlet… to mingle with the Danube, like woman and man, heated with desire, and of course with sulphur and other elements. Hot and cool waves came together like the trembling lips of lovers. And man, like ill-fate, to enjoy the passionate heat of the thermal waters for himself, tried to draw it away from its lover, the great river. But neither immortal nor mortal can stand in the way of desire. Hence the thermal water leaks through the gaps of the barrier.

And on my way home, I found traces of a crime in a park. However, the villain couldn’t commit his crime as he was presumably disturbed. The villain tried to steal the red bliss and balmy scent of a rose. However, he only succeeded in breaking the stem of the flower. The rose wasn’t harmed in any other way, but it was no longer in its full bloom for the heavens. But for the dust, which had not yet been lifted up, as Count István Széchenyi wrote, “by the ladies with fairer heart of our homeland”…


Submitted: November 15, 2021

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Mingo1206

There's lots of great imagery and metaphors in this. Thank you for sharing it.

Tue, November 16th, 2021 1:19am

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Thank you for your kind words! If you're interested, I've already published the story of the next walk. I hope you'll find delight in that one too!

Tue, November 16th, 2021 2:13am

Criss Sole

I agree with the comment above. I really loved the metaphors you used, and you paint a beautiful imagery with your word.
Very well written.

Thu, November 18th, 2021 5:44am

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Thank you too for your encouraging feedback!

Thu, November 18th, 2021 5:17am

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