Tales of Great Fortune XIX - A tale of visualization

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The Great Trenlin decides to take a brief time off in his quest to make it big in the business of fortune telling while he plays a popular game with his close relatives.

Submitted: April 26, 2016

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"No, no, no, no, my dear Porric, that doesn't look like a pirate at all!"

 
"Too bad, Trenly darling, our turn to draw. Please hand over the suggestion cards, will you?"
"Come, come, my love... This is highly unfair! Look at that image! I mean, really Porric, have you ever even seen a pirate?"
"Don't be too harsh on him, Trenly darling, I think the wooden legs, the eyepatch and the parrot were very good indicators of what he was trying to draw."
 
With a great sigh the Great Trenlin leaned back into his comfy chair. He realized he had to keep his temper. 
The world around him was a constant reminder of the fact that very few were even remotely as gifted and insightful as himself. 
He considered it his purpose, his fate if you must, to rectify this situation and enlighten his environment to the best of his abilities. Calmly, he explained the bare truth in the matter, so obvious to few yet so elusive to many.
 
"You are talking about the painted image, love, but it is the mental image that is important here. Sure, the lines on the papers have a vague similarity with a pirate, but his mental image was just horrible."
 
The Great Trenlin tried not to appear as disappointed as he really was from the inside. He had hoped his underling would have made more progress by now. For sure, there would be a lot to talk about during the next performance reviews.
 
"Yes Trenly darling, but maybe we should leave it to that and just hand over the suggestion cards to me now."
"Of course, love," the Great Trenlin said while clenching the cards in his hands, "but still... Porric, you do know so well that my earthly senses are not that well developed . You should play onto my strengths much more and work on the telepathic part of the picture. Don't you agree?"
With a great sigh, the love of his life clearly expressed agreement with his assessment while Porric stumbled for an answer.
"Sorry, sir," he commenced, "but I really thought that we should play with the visual aspect of the..."
"Hear yourself Porric! The visual aspect! What else would telepathy be if not a visual aspect? So careless of you, Porric. So short-sighted. As if you would compete at the Tour the France but refuse to use the pedals."
"Trenly!'
 
The Great Trenlin flinched, even though he clearly remembered immediately that he had absolutely expected the outburst of his wife. He tried to send some telepatical compliments to calm her down. 
As so very often, it did not seem to work. A clear sign that he needed to throw away that 'What to say to your wife when sounding upset' book that he had bought on ebay. A waste of money after all. 
As a last resort, he reverted to verbal communication. Primitive as it was, it still seemed to be the most reliable communication channel when sending messages to his wife. 
That and facebook.
"Sorry, my love," he muttered, "why don't you take your turn then?"
"As soon as you hand over the suggestion cards, Trenly darling."
 
The Great Trenlin shrugged, shuffled the deck and handed it over to his wife, who immediately gave it to Christine, the next door neighbour. 
Christine took the top card and looked at it briefly.
 
"Ok," she said, "this may be a tricky one."
"No problem," the Great Trenlin said, "just keep the mental image clear. It will give us an advantage as your adversaries, but anyway... If you want to draw it clearly, you cannot help but to make a clear mental image."
"But what then about the drawing of my pirate that you..."
"Shut up, Porric! It is Christine's turn. Let her concentrate."
 
Christine turned to the drawing paper and took one of the pens. After a short hesitation, she started outlining a single line somewhere in the top right corner of the empty sheet.
"Ah!" The Great Trenlin exclamed, "A humming bird!"
In amazement, Christine turned on her feet and gazed at the Great Trenlin. Obviously in awe after yet another display of superhuman insight, she did not need to confirm that he was right, but she did it anyway, courtesy of the rules of the game.
"That is absolutely correct," she gasped, "how on earth could you possibly know from that single line?"
 
The Great Trenlin smiled sincerly.
"It is not just how on earth. It is how on earth and beyond. Your mental image was excellent and exceptionally clear. There really was no doubt on my mind when I read yours."
 
"And it was a reallly good shuffle as well," Porric added.
 
"You really don't know when to shut up, do you Porric?" the Great Trenlin answered bitterly.


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