The Bel Esprit

The Bel Esprit

A Story by Sami Khalil
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The travelling salesman...Beware gullible people for happiness can't be bought with money.

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The Bel Esprit by Sami Khalil



“Everything tastes better with hope. Everything tastes


bitter with hopelessness. Never be a glower but a doer.”


That was the words of his dad before perishing.


He dreamed life in perfect symmetry, sold it as such.


A very astute travelling salesman, with refined character,


was on a quest to sell delicate happiness and fleeting


hopes through shoes and other wares.


In musky scented markets, he would stand on a platform,


people gathered all around, in multitudes after another,


buying the claimant's products with delight and


purchasing power at hand. Then they will drift off happy


with their treasured possessions.


Shoes that can bring health and stamina to their wearers;


soldiers’ belts that can bring courage and valor in any


battle or life’s situation; rings that can save many from


bachelors’ lifestyles and finally bras and panties that can


bring luck to young and old ladies to keep them fertile if


needed.


Euphoric and encouraged, jubilant folks were buying that


like hotcakes, with good results, to their astonishment.


His reputation extended far and wide for he painted a


beautiful picture in their minds, spurring them to buy it.


It was a mystery to unfold if lightly spun in good fables.


He went on to become extremely wealthy, buying a


mansion, marrying and fathering two children.


Unfortunately, death came not in hesitation, for his wife


died suddenly of complications of a third child. He was


utterly distraught, falling deep in depression’s rifts,


looming him softly.


He stopped the show and withdrew to entwined custody


of limpid sadness. He kept thinking and thinking about


her.


A winsome wife, the love of his life, silky draped hair


with a child-like charm, surviving only in love dialects


and paragons of grace, leaving admirers’ in fitful night


sleep, dreaming about her luxuriously.


He felt soulless countless times, kindled by the gushing


about of her memories.



He breathed in solitude, waking up in an institute ranging


in madness and roaring with dissent, while sirens are


going off in the distance.


A nurse approached him asking: “Aren’t you the famous


travelling salesman, whose reputation exceed him far


and wide, selling people false hopes and magic wares?


My parents still own your products for they felt


cheated.”


Coyly, withholding not the truth, he agreed, mumbling


quietly, afraid he will annoy her, then she will give him


more hated drugs.


She said:” Well, you should practice what you preach.


Drink your own medicine now!”    

© 2018 Sami Khalil


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Salesmen can tell you what you need and then let you have it! :) There are those who want to be sold the magic wares...they want to believe what the salesman has to offer. A beautiful picture can not be painted if the canvas is not accessible. Good story, Sami....and I liked the artwork too. Lydi*

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! So true and well said dear poet and friend. I'm sold on that. Thank you so much for all.
dear Sami... a picture is worth a thousand words... Your story is worth a thousand pictures. Traveling salesmen were needed in their day... word of mouth remedies for ailments. Now we have TV enticements. I prefer the traveling salesmen. truly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Hahaha...So true and well worth the humor. Thank you so much Patricia Wedel for this marvelous revie.. read more
Great writing with morale, in general wrongly earned money or fame is way different than earned in the opposite way, and there may be many facts leading towards it too.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! Another great way of interpreting this write. I do agree with you. Nothing wrong with fame and .. read more
Great words from a master story teller you are Sami. Everything you write is so worth reading. People seek happiness in the wrong places and the salesman are there sell them this happiness. What most people do not realize is that the joy that we all need is within each of us to be received. I threw away all desires many years ago and discovered that all beauty is in simplicity. I really did enjoy your read, my friend...Peter

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

" People seek happiness in the wrong places and the salesman are there sell them this happiness. Wha.. read more
What a tale you sure can tell our Sami....this one gripped me from the off and held my attention throughout.... at times I chuckled so loud my poor pup thought I must have gone crazy..... you have a great imagination and flair for the written word and apply it accordingly and with such skill, I am truly envious of your pen.... Take Care & All Good Things, Neville

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! Blessed you my friend and fellow master poet and traveler. I'm so glad you like and enjoy my wo.. read more
Neville

5 Years Ago

ha... my pleasure and always shall be ... All Good Things back at ya..... Neville
Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

AGT.............
I enjoyed the story and I believe the wisdom shared in the poetry is true. Karma is a bear. It will catch-up with you sooner or later. Thank you Sami for sharing the outstanding story.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

So true and well said, Coyote. I do believe so. Thank you kind sir for taking the time and effort to.. read more
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

You are welcome my friend.
Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

:::::))))))))
I’d forgotten all about the old “travelling salesman” idea . . . my dad did this a little & his stories about such encounters didn’t give me a good impression of this line of work! Also, there were the “travelling salesman” jokes, so prevalent & tending to involve banging the farmer’s daughter . . . another nest of bad impressions. So it’s hard for me to come to your story with a clear mind! I already thought this guy was a jerk, but now your story shows it in living color! I like this, which is a departure from your usual stories, becuz it’s longer & more developed & yet also more straightforward. You do a great job of combining storytelling with a poetic flair! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! I'm so glad you have some recollection about some stories of the past. I meant of this characte.. read more
He was selling the a placeboeffect; the beneficial effect that produces positive results by a product. But the peddler lost love of his life and there is no fixing it with any material things !

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Laki Al shokr Kaman .
Mrudula Rani

5 Years Ago

Muito obrigada!
Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

::::::)))))))
The quest for material riches so often obscures the wealth we already have. The love of someone, the air we breath, each new blessed day; then, but then it becomes too late and the taste, as you say, can be so very bitter.

A tale told here of what is really of importance in our short span.

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! You have shared truth with us. You have summed it up marvelously dear poet. Unfortunately, a lo.. read more
the tale envelopes everything known about reality. story telling with a reach for the unexpected sky and suddenly one finds the reach fallen.
par excellence sami!

regards,
al

Posted 5 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

5 Years Ago

Wow! So true and well articulated dear poet and friend. A lot of gullible people out there in all w.. read more

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