This is the 8th and final in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.
Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “Beach At Night”
Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck and sincere gratitude for the collaboration which has resulted in eight very unique snap shot fiction pieces. Grateful for the synchronicity which brought us together so these stories could be told with the help of a lens. No further comments on the finale of the series.
Dedicated to Isaac.
“Night returns with armful of stars…Already a thin light is aiming through the night for any heart. ” ~ Kobus Moolman
There is a man from South Africa that roams the shorelines around the globe. No one really knows where to find him but those that do have often run into him when he is concealed in the deepness of a dark night strolling around an empty ocean.
He is known as “Son of Abraham and is accredited with having caused a lot of misery in people’s lives. When anyone meets him they are at a loss of words to explain their history which lead them to search for him. They are disappointed to learn that, it is indeed true, he has nothing much to say but “You are here for the love of your life.” It matters not where you run into him that is all he says. It is of no consequence how you phrase the question, that is all he offers. You are here for the love of your life.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” once asked this woman from New Mexico, initially a composed whisper that was quickly followed by a trembling, “Please.”
“I don’t know what else to tell you.”
She was in Kakakoy, in between Fethiye and Olu Deniz in the southwestern Turkey, also known as the “Ghost Village” to foreigners. She didn’t know why she had desired to return to Fethiye and then Kakakoy for the third time.
“The love of my life doesn’t want me. So how can I be here for the love of my life.”
Son of Abraham looked at her without seeing her face in the fog. He felt his old feet press and graze deeper in the mildly wet, soft sand. He decided to make an exception and elaborate.
“In the Navajo culture,” he began, “there exists a Yeii Spirit.” He continued, “A spirit considered by the Navajo to be a mediator between man and his creator. Yeiis control natural forces, such as day and night, rain, wind, sun & others. A very exceptional kind of yeii is the Yei’bi’chai, grandparent spirit or “talking God” who can speak to man, teaching him how to live in harmony.”
She tried to look for a light in his eyes but it was too dark. She wanted more.
“Pay attention to my words: the love of your life.”
She would spend many miserable years looking for the love of her life in Turkey. But she was no exception. Anyone who met Son of Abraham spent despondent weeks, months, or years looking for the love of his or her life until they found the love–the love–in life.
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I love this. I can close my eyes and see this old man walking along the shore of an empty beach in soft moonlight. I imagine if it were ever light enough to catch a glimpse into his eyes, there would be lifetimes of wisdom in them.
Beautiful, Annie. <3
Magical! Thank you, Annie. I have savored this series and will miss it.
You’re a gifted writer.
Your friend, Robin
Beautiful with a fable-like quality. Yes, many people misspend their lives looking for what is right in front of them all along: the love of THEIR life.
Yet again, I tip my hat to you.
First, I love the scenes Oliver captures and the tales you spin from each of them.
Second, I felt this story in the depths of my soul. It reminded me of when I met a “Son of Abraham” on the train…
Marvellous as always Annie.
Applause and a bellowed, “BRAVO!”
Sarah
very touching story….for a moment seemed i was reading Paulo Coelhos some new story….you have this gift of making the reader glides into the photo and your weaved words…a very special and rarer talent…your stories are one of those which makes you keep on pondering long after the story has ended on paper…
@nayla – wow. thank you. i suppose all those that write remind the reader of another before them. haven’t heard this comparison yet. humbled.
At first this is sad, searching for a love, that isn’t found. However, it ends with the hope of finding one’s love of life and many people myself included sometimes lose sight on this. I hope many people meet the son of Abraham and find their love of life.
Nicely crafted. There are layers upon layers here. Very mythic that the son of Abraham explains to the woman from New Mexico in the words of Navajo culture.
oooh, i liked this one!!!
May I meet the son of Abraham, and find the love of life.
Haunting writing Annie
Catherine