Dating : Look At This, Not That.

Prickly Pole’s story continues with “Day nineteen: Look at This, Not That.”
He heard it, the vehicle is approaching. Sit, sit back down and be quiet, good. Now watch this, carefully. The vehicle is still coming. Winding around the corner and coming. He has got to get out of sight and quickly so. After hearing the vehicle approaching though. He had was to go.

That is how it has been with him ever since he took to that stick he’s been carrying. It had become the norm for him to stay away from people and their inquiring stares, from the inside of their vehicle. From the multitude of questions and from the comments too of theirs.

No, no, don’t do that. You must stay focused on the motoring track. Look up ahead. Keep on looking, we don’t want you to miss a thing, see? It is not hard this time. He has got enough time to get out of sight and to get thee behind he. Him yes, –Satan, and behind that tree, I guess. That one right there, even, no escaping. Well, none for the tree.

But as for he, him? That’s going to be quite another thing. He is staying put behind the tree there and is well stationed.
It is big enough to keep him concealed and covered up too. If he is careful to be wrapping himself around the queue. You know, like, like, sliding around the trunk of the tree as the vehicle gets closer thee. Using the backside of the said tree to hide in the process and hence. Changing the angles and staying out of sight. It’s coming on still. Can you not see the light?

But then, what is this? Coming on in? Oh no, here comes the other car. Man, oh man, what such bad lucky slam. Now he must go, the car is coming from the other direction, not too slow. Coming, from the opposite end by far in, and on the go. Busted he is going to be unless. Unless he is to be thinking quickly and critically to get out of this mess. But after all, he is “Prickly,” very smart and tall.

Got to have a new plan when your plan doesn’t work out at all. Or find another one quickly. Bingo. This is Prickly. Now, look at him go. What is that? What is he doing? Wow, look at that.

Everybody does this at some point or another. There’s nothing to it, clever. Cover your eyes, don’t do that. You can’t be there staring at the boy like that. Didn’t your mama teach you nutton? Anything at all? Come on gyurl. Turn aside a little.

Okay, now, you may. You may look, yes you can look now. He was pulling out the pole and pointing. Yes, that’s what was happening. He was pointing it up at the base of the tree trunk with the anointing. With one hand holding on to the future, yes that. The future of all mankind, cute her, can you not see? Or at least he is acting the part of the blind. Behind the tree.

The other hand is now stretching across the face to take a hold of the shirt collar space. Pulling it upright and over the head somewhat. To hide the face from him and from you viewing the spots. Both vehicles are two, and they are approaching him and you, slowly now, still.

Coming down and coming to a screeching halted stop, on the hill. At least one of them has stopped as the occupants are now staring. Inquisitive nobodies they are interfering. Wanting to see or to verify if it is really what they think is going on, and what they think that they see. Is it in fact what is going on? Or going to be?

Get away from me you perverted sound-off-a-beach, said he. Ain’t nothing to see here unless. Unless this is what it be. Unless you want what is graciously coming to you, from me.

“What is that? What is he up to now, what is he doing?”
“He is easing himself out, look. Look at the spout. No, don’t do that it would be slack.” But…
“What is that?”
“Isn’t that something?”
“What? What was he doing?”

He was easing himself out from behind the tree. What little was left of him there behind the tree to be anyway. They got the firing. I mean, the message. They were to get that message alright,

They are getting their staring faces back on the right side of the issue, in spite. Yes, in spite of the wetting issue. That would be on the inside of the vehicle and on their way, there they go. Going along on their way to go, probably.

That was to their everlasting credit though. And now? And now an idea is born, birthed in somebody’s mind there and then, right there in the fields of corns, and thyme. He has been dragging around a long pole with him ever since.

Used for this and other such purposes and reasoning.
Yes, you may close up the curtains now. What a mess. Wow! That was a wild ride around that side of the great divide, wasn’t it?

That’s it for today, my friends, join us next time for more. The Shirt depot. A grown-up Christmas story for the little child in you, and yes, in me too.

“The Shirt depot,” is the Prickly Pole story. A story to go. (Yes, it’s short.) A Christmas Tale to warm your heart. Humorously and poetically told, and with snippets of Jamaican Patois inserted here and there throughout, as may be found fitting. Yes, a yaad mi cum fram. #realjamaicanyardie, #yaadiesinting. Read the previous episode here. To start at the beginning, go here. Purchase a copy of the book here.