Eternitude

 

by Marcus Speh

 

We travel through spring, slaying mythical beasts.

We keep a dwarf, who chews a precious stone for us. We often have to stop because the little man complains: we must turn him upside down and shake him until the jewel drops out and falls among lesser stones. We get on all fours, the three of us, to look for it among grey rocks and pebbles: checking, cursing, forever praising the Lord for having sent us on this journey, laughing, too, conscious that whatever greatness the world had in store for us we had to earn. Smitten with ingenuous, simple joy, we carry on through brown summer, through all seasons, all times, the three of us and the squirt.

We’re treasure hunters. We cross rivers. Dig in deeply. Swing centuries through the air. Fan flaming fires. Nose through documents gathered by the faithful in bushels. Encounter brothels along the way. Distracted, we halt and enjoy multiple views of humanity. Booze flows. Barbaric bellowing in the night. Strength through silence. Weeks later, we still crawl fox-like through underbrush, hurting our knees.

We arrive naked at the hut where the shaman greets us, demanding the secret word. We stumble. Swear. Scream senseless formulae found on maps buried in the bellies of sunken ships. Until one of us, a woman, a pirate of the hearts of men, draws the hidden hieroglyph into the air of a lush summer night, and off we go with the gold on our shoulders.

When we return, not a month, but a millennium has passed: the gold is time-stained. All our riches are worthless because nobody lives whom we loved and no spell will bring them back.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Marcus Speh lives in Berlin and writes all over the world. He’s got nothing to flawnt and is hard at work on a novel. He’s both creator and murderer of the fictitious prose-poet Finnegan Flawnt who has published flash fiction at elimae, kill author, metazen, foundling review, bull and other online venues.

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12 thoughts on “Eternitude

  1. Matthew says:

    Lovely, playful, Speh on a platter.

  2. Darryl Price says:

    Excellent, sad, beautifully played out.

  3. Bill Yarrow says:

    “All our riches are worthless because nobody lives whom we loved and no spell will bring them back.”

    Heartbreaking truth from Marcus Speh, a writer of breadth and strength.

  4. larger than life, with all that life entails, too. Lovely.

  5. susan tepper says:

    This brought tears at the end. Breathless, transcendent work. No, not work but play, always word-play from you, Marcus. And the drawing is Speh/Picasso/Chagall~

  6. XonHanno says:

    Touché. Like.

  7. Jules Archer says:

    ahhh, i always enjoy your stories, Marcus. Adore the last line.

  8. Marcus Speh says:

    Thanks everyone, I appreciate you reading and commenting on this piece. A good start to 2012 to you, too!

  9. susan tepper says:

    Just read this for the third or fourth time. A fresh reading with each reading. Leaves me breathless, always breathless by the end…

  10. Darryl Price says:

    I love it when you come out to play!

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