Goddess
“Goddess”
Many moons ago, there lived a boy, Angelo Monacelli, who was once captivated by the love of a lifetime.
Angelo, who grew up in a small town in Italy where few children his own age lived, longed for companionship.
One glorious spring day right after the first flowers of the season had bloomed, Angelo was laying outside under the great brute of a tree that had graced the yard of his family’s home for the past two hundred years. His eyes were closed as he listened to the tree speak to him, telling him stories of yesteryear, when men were men who knew no fear and lived for a life of battle and a death of honor. The tree grew suddenly quiet, the wind that blew silently through the branches died away abruptly and all Angelo could hear was the heavenly sound of cachinnation and youthfulness; it was like an angel singing.
Angelo opened his eyes to see who could possibly sound as alluring as this. He looked to the lane in the front of his home to see the most beautiful creature he had ever had the great honor to embellish his eyes upon, a goddess in her own right. Angelo knew at that moment that she was the love of his life.
The mystery girl ran off down the byway, still laughing.
* * *
A fortnight had passed since Angelo’s encounter with the enticing maiden and still he did not know her name. She had consumed his every waking moment and had even begun to seep into his dreams.
The day he told his mother of the enchantress he had discovered, she laughed heartedly at him and told Angelo to get his head out of the clouds if he was seeing angels. Angelo’s father, on the other hand, knew this same feeling for he too had felt it when he had first laid his own eyes upon Angelo’s mother. He wished Angelo good luck in discovering the identity of his Mona Lisa.
* * *
The next day, Angelo found himself, once more, under the two century old tree that had come to be his friend within the last sixteen years of his life; his best friend for as long as he could remember. Like before, the tree broke off it’s tale of bravery and war as it had done the day Angelo first saw his Aphrodite. There was a sudden clap of thunder as the sun disappeared behind an enormous, charcoal colored cloud. Angelo could tell rainfall was to come soon, he could smell it on the air. He didn’t care though and beckoned the tree to continue its legend. The tree remained muted though as the sky opened and unleashed it’s fury upon the arid earth.
The rain beat down upon the branches of the ancient tree as the water began to trickle down through the thick foliage. The water began to drip down upon Angelo as he closed his eyes tightly. He smiled giddily as the image of his love came streaking into his mind.
Boisterous footsteps cut through the luscious image at that moment and Angelo sat up hurriedly, the bemused grin gone from his face. To his joy and surprise, he saw his nameless beauty running down the drag towards him. Angelo got to his feet and stepped out into the sheet of rain that pelted down upon his head, drenching him quickly. He could barely make her out through the dense rainfall as the water dribbled down his slick black bangs.
His swan came at him with lightning fast speed, knocking him to the earth under the tree when she reached him. Her sopping wet blond hair dangling over his face, she bent her head down and pressed her lips forcefully, fiercely onto Angelo’s. Angelo closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, savoring the moment. He held her in a tight grasp, never wanting to be without her. She pulled away right then, gave him a seductive smirk, got to her feet and shot off into the rain, back down the muddy cove.
“Wait!” Angelo called to her as he got to his feet and ran after her. “I don’t even know your name!”
The nameless marvel stopped dead in her tracks as Angelo came to a screeching halt next to her, the sun cutting through the rain. She framed his head in her hands, pulling him into another passionate kiss. She pulled away and yelled over her shoulder “Natalia!” and with that she was gone, leaving Angelo in the pouring spring rain as he melt to his knees, the sweet taste of raspberries still upon his lips.
Many moons ago, there lived a boy, Angelo Monacelli, who was once captivated by the love of a lifetime.
Angelo, who grew up in a small town in Italy where few children his own age lived, longed for companionship.
One glorious spring day right after the first flowers of the season had bloomed, Angelo was laying outside under the great brute of a tree that had graced the yard of his family’s home for the past two hundred years. His eyes were closed as he listened to the tree speak to him, telling him stories of yesteryear, when men were men who knew no fear and lived for a life of battle and a death of honor. The tree grew suddenly quiet, the wind that blew silently through the branches died away abruptly and all Angelo could hear was the heavenly sound of cachinnation and youthfulness; it was like an angel singing.
Angelo opened his eyes to see who could possibly sound as alluring as this. He looked to the lane in the front of his home to see the most beautiful creature he had ever had the great honor to embellish his eyes upon, a goddess in her own right. Angelo knew at that moment that she was the love of his life.
The mystery girl ran off down the byway, still laughing.
* * *
A fortnight had passed since Angelo’s encounter with the enticing maiden and still he did not know her name. She had consumed his every waking moment and had even begun to seep into his dreams.
The day he told his mother of the enchantress he had discovered, she laughed heartedly at him and told Angelo to get his head out of the clouds if he was seeing angels. Angelo’s father, on the other hand, knew this same feeling for he too had felt it when he had first laid his own eyes upon Angelo’s mother. He wished Angelo good luck in discovering the identity of his Mona Lisa.
* * *
The next day, Angelo found himself, once more, under the two century old tree that had come to be his friend within the last sixteen years of his life; his best friend for as long as he could remember. Like before, the tree broke off it’s tale of bravery and war as it had done the day Angelo first saw his Aphrodite. There was a sudden clap of thunder as the sun disappeared behind an enormous, charcoal colored cloud. Angelo could tell rainfall was to come soon, he could smell it on the air. He didn’t care though and beckoned the tree to continue its legend. The tree remained muted though as the sky opened and unleashed it’s fury upon the arid earth.
The rain beat down upon the branches of the ancient tree as the water began to trickle down through the thick foliage. The water began to drip down upon Angelo as he closed his eyes tightly. He smiled giddily as the image of his love came streaking into his mind.
Boisterous footsteps cut through the luscious image at that moment and Angelo sat up hurriedly, the bemused grin gone from his face. To his joy and surprise, he saw his nameless beauty running down the drag towards him. Angelo got to his feet and stepped out into the sheet of rain that pelted down upon his head, drenching him quickly. He could barely make her out through the dense rainfall as the water dribbled down his slick black bangs.
His swan came at him with lightning fast speed, knocking him to the earth under the tree when she reached him. Her sopping wet blond hair dangling over his face, she bent her head down and pressed her lips forcefully, fiercely onto Angelo’s. Angelo closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, savoring the moment. He held her in a tight grasp, never wanting to be without her. She pulled away right then, gave him a seductive smirk, got to her feet and shot off into the rain, back down the muddy cove.
“Wait!” Angelo called to her as he got to his feet and ran after her. “I don’t even know your name!”
The nameless marvel stopped dead in her tracks as Angelo came to a screeching halt next to her, the sun cutting through the rain. She framed his head in her hands, pulling him into another passionate kiss. She pulled away and yelled over her shoulder “Natalia!” and with that she was gone, leaving Angelo in the pouring spring rain as he melt to his knees, the sweet taste of raspberries still upon his lips.