Desdemona

A Story by Abishai100

A willful academic narrates this unusual vision of a lovely creature named 'Desdemona' who's transformed his duty-sense.

An offbeat romance-fantasy inspired by Il Postino! Thanks for reading,

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I've been a workaholic for years and studying capitalism-diamond highways in the UK and bicycling around as a nerdist of civilization.

I call my bicycle the Strider, and it helps me get around and feel like I'm mobile and swift and ready to go anywhere, and I think a lot while riding my bicycle around in the streets, and I think too much perhaps, since I've become a workaholic-nerdist, and my bicycle is my diadem.

Everything changed for me when I first spotted 'Desdemona' in a Belfast supermarket. She had strange and nice dark hair and gazing eyes and an incredible figure with copper-brown skin! I was transfixed and transformed and resolved to understand everything about her and began following her around on my bicycle and noted to my delight she was a single woman.

It was in the supermarket that I found this earth-angel, and I shall make her mine. It's true that 'Desdemona' can sound like a feminine-name of tragic or overly-complex proportions, but the vision of her in the Belfast supermarket where I discovered her altered my very real sense of metaphysical being and I'm no longer thinking about IRA stuff and NASDAQ but doting on the fortune I acquired in that special supermarket where I discovered 'Desdemona' the wonderful.

I now have a long line of incredibly cute and enchanting glass-animal figurines which I keep in my UK apartment, and someday seek to stop by the passing 'Desdemona' on my bicycle Strider and showcase one of these lovelies and see if this woman-of-destiny will actually stop and think of me as not a nerdist but a dancer, and my life will forever be stained-glass.