Parti of Memory

Memory

The bar was dimly lit with no one inside. A man hunched over his ale, stared out the window and then to the pair behind him. A coy grin spread across his lips.

The old man conversed on anything and everything, he knew of the ancients, the arts, music, and philosophy. He was strange to them. Yet he didn’t think that of the pair.

A traveler meeting fellow travelers; the bar a stop in a vast journey.

He made them smile and laugh, and bought the lovely lady an alea token of his fondness. But then, the clock struck and he wished them good faith, safe travels, and blessed their future endeavors.

The bar maid spoke sweet words of the old man who would come and have a drink, regardless of rain or shine. When the lady asked of his name, she suddenly looked bewildered.

She hesitated as if emerging from a spell and said she did not know nor remembered him quite well. The pair looked at each other and spoke no words, a silent speech passing between them. They looked back and realized, the old man had left the threshold but neither had seen the man walk in any direction.

It was as if he disappeared, and with him the spell he cast. The old man was a ghost out for a haunt.

A Bonnie Kilt I

“I remember wearing a kilt, walking around, going in the dungeons, and the ghosts in the castle.

Lots of cows, we saw Lochness, and I stood on a barrel!

- Alistair at 6 years old -