The Bel Esprit

The travelling salesman...Beware gullible people for happiness can't be bought with money.

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!”    

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

" 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."

Sami Khalil

[Sami Khalil]

“Everything tastes better with hope. Everything tastes bitter with hopelessness."

Sami Khalil