Come one of her sporadic visitations, Mère Serendipity shares in abundance all that is fortuitous, especially so toward the underprivileged. Mind you, you have to have fate on your side as her charitable stopovers are few and far between. Such was the good fortune of blind Charly and silent Trixibelle.
You see, in the beginning the pair had met one another by accidental chance in the middle of the traffic ridden Highway to Hell. At the time, Charly was escaping the abominable white racists who had blinded him for no other reason than the sake of blinding, hence depriving him of all vision. Not that she knew of his eternal dark fate at the time, upon spotting his desperate plight amid a brotherhood of thundering juggernauts a pure white Trixibelle rescued the poor man; dragged him off the thoroughfare on to the concrete pavement. Though he never got his sight back, instead he had found his sweetheart in the maid who saved his life and who, soon after, thieved a pair of posh sunglasses purloined from a silver-spoon cyclist who’d fallen of his bicycle, just for Charly to hide behind. Prior to, as well as subsequent to the ghastly event both had no fixed address. They slept rough wherever they fancied; doorways their ideal bedrooms. Together they got by…just.
Early on in their close-knit fusion, Trixibelle’s rustic wand-less sorcery, albeit a tad hit and miss, fathomed a way by which she could make, at the very least, functional contact with Charly, who at first was of the considered opinion she did not speak words nor indeed grunts for reasons of personal choice. How wrong he was. The very first time she scribed with a fingertip, “I love you” upon his forehead he got the message that his girl was dumb…in the best sense of the word. Whatever, they got by; him speaking to her…sometimes for her…she listening and replying using her remarkably delicate digits.
She found him in tears of frustration one time, weeping over the fact he’d never see her. “Easy-peasy” her fingerspelling riposte, adding, “Best I find someplace private, Charly. I’ll make double sure what you touch is as fine as any bird’s eye view. By the by, I have blue eyes, milky hair and a bat tattooed on my bum; left cheek for what it’s worth”…and fine it was, for his salty tears turned into ones of sheer joy.
Later, at dusk, the night promising to be a warm one, Charly announced, “Only the poor like us know how to conjure the best dreams. What was your best one, Trixibelle?”
Her reply? Whether or not of particular relevance, she sneakily determined it required his whole bare hairy chest as she penned the words, “Running off with you to a paradise far, far away where the sun always shines and the stray dogs don’t bark.”
Mère Serendipity saw that their dream came true.
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