John Pirillo"Writing fuels the heart and soul!" Science Fiction, Fantasy and Adventure Tales to Take Your Breath Away!
In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This August Twenty Nineth
The Globe Theater
The Queen's Room
The first time I met Jules and Wells was not as a playwright, but of all places on a picnic. I had taken my taken my children, Susana, Hamnet and Judith to the Bankside Park by the Thames. We were watching the sailing ships glide gracefully across the waters, while rolling on the grass, wrestling and tickling each other.
So much of the history about me makes me into this kind of remote person, but I was actually quite involved with my family life. For without family there can be no true love, or true honor. My dear wife, Anne and I had a rare kind of love. Her love for the spoken word was as great as my own, and she did everything in her power to make our home a theater for me to perform in, giving me the quiet area I needed when the children became a bit too much for my weary spirit.
For I was a vigorous father and oftentimes skipped my writing in favor of my children, but one night she took me aside in our bedroom and while rubbing my sore shoulders to ease the stiffness there and the headache I was acquiring, she told me. "Willie, you must not deny the world what you can give to it. God works through you to uplift his children, to give them hope and insight into what is good and true about life. You must not ever let anything become second to that."
On those words I had spun around and clasped her tightly to my chest, crushing her lovingly against me. "Nothing shall ever be first above you and my children. Nothing!"
Then I kissed her protests shut and we slipped back under the brocaded blanket her mothe had made for us, and blew out our candles. It was time for a different kind of communication then. One not of just spirit alone, but of blending the souls. So as our bodies became entwined in the joyous exercise of liberating our physical spirits, our hearts beat as one for the brief time we had together.
I sat the at the park thinking about that at the time, because Annie was not feeling well, and I didn't want to leave her alone, but our neighbors were coming over to see to her comfort while I left. The Stokers were a fine family and Bram a man I would trust with my life. And later on I did!
"Look Hamnet." I cried out, pointing at a particularly fast sailing ship gliding near the shore. "That is the Queen's personal yacht."
Hamnet stood up and clapped his hands happily.
Susana and Judith giggled at his enthusiasm, but they were equally as enthralled. And at that same moment I felt a shadow pass over us, which might have been an omen, but instead was a soft sphere of some kind that landed with a plop in the middle of our picnic basket.
"I'm so sorry." A voice interrupted from behind.
I turned around and there stood a man who would later on and sooner even become a friend I would count on for anything, even my life!
He was joined by a taller fellow with a soft black hair and expressive eyes that seemed to look right through me.
"We were testing out a new toy for our children." Jules had told me, tweaking his blonde mustache as he spoke.
Wells nodded. "It's made of a new substance, we call kuber."
"Kuber?" I asked. "What is that?"
"It's a rare exudation from a tree of the Africas." Jules explained.
Then we heard Judith and Susanna giggling loudly.
We turned and they were tossing the sphere back and forth.
And that's how I met Jules and Wells and we became friends.