Good bye...
It was early morning when Harlequin woke. Pharaoh wasn’t in his bed,
and Harlequin was grateful for this. She rolled out of bed and dressed
herself slowly, savoring the moment. Once she had tied her mask to her
face, Harlequin sat at the small desk next to the window and wrote a
note to Pharaoh.
My dearest Pharaoh, it began, I am writing this to you because I feel you I owe it to you. Harlequin sighed and steadied her hand, as it was trembling with the sorrow that overwhelmed her. I am leaving. The story here has finished for me. I have to move on to the next tale. Harlequin paused for a sigh and fought back a wave of tears. She had never really had this much trouble letting go before, and it was proving to be much more difficult than she wanted it to be. You will be remembered, no doubt about that, but I have to move on. Give my regards to Monkey. Have a drink with Bear for me. And don’t let Cat loose her class. Harlequin stared out the window, and the last few stars caught her eye. For a moment she forgot about the world, but she brought herself back to reality. May all your songs be merry, and your dreams bright, and in the coming years may your heart be filled with love and light. She signed her name in very large, gaudy letters at the end of the page.
Without hesitation, she gathered her things in her bag. Harlequin took one last look around the room and sighed deeply. Her chest hurt. It felt as if she was loosing her heart, or that it were breaking at least. With one last “good bye” Harlequin darted out the door and hopped over the steps below.
The early morning sun washed the caravans in a warm, golden light and Harlequin couldn’t help but be entranced by the long shadows that they cast. She turned to look at the caravan she had just exited and caught the large blocked letters painted in red along the side. “Come see the amazing Pharaoh, and let him dazzle you,” She read aloud, almost in a whisper. After blowing a kiss to the quarters of her dearest Pharaoh, Harlequin turned and bowed to the others. Then she walked off into the early morning mists, singing quietly to herself.
My dearest Pharaoh, it began, I am writing this to you because I feel you I owe it to you. Harlequin sighed and steadied her hand, as it was trembling with the sorrow that overwhelmed her. I am leaving. The story here has finished for me. I have to move on to the next tale. Harlequin paused for a sigh and fought back a wave of tears. She had never really had this much trouble letting go before, and it was proving to be much more difficult than she wanted it to be. You will be remembered, no doubt about that, but I have to move on. Give my regards to Monkey. Have a drink with Bear for me. And don’t let Cat loose her class. Harlequin stared out the window, and the last few stars caught her eye. For a moment she forgot about the world, but she brought herself back to reality. May all your songs be merry, and your dreams bright, and in the coming years may your heart be filled with love and light. She signed her name in very large, gaudy letters at the end of the page.
Without hesitation, she gathered her things in her bag. Harlequin took one last look around the room and sighed deeply. Her chest hurt. It felt as if she was loosing her heart, or that it were breaking at least. With one last “good bye” Harlequin darted out the door and hopped over the steps below.
The early morning sun washed the caravans in a warm, golden light and Harlequin couldn’t help but be entranced by the long shadows that they cast. She turned to look at the caravan she had just exited and caught the large blocked letters painted in red along the side. “Come see the amazing Pharaoh, and let him dazzle you,” She read aloud, almost in a whisper. After blowing a kiss to the quarters of her dearest Pharaoh, Harlequin turned and bowed to the others. Then she walked off into the early morning mists, singing quietly to herself.