“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in
five ten minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
The Boy From Portugal (Part 2)
After years of war, his tribe prevailed over its enemies and the young man was crowned king of the Nile. However, he did not feel any wiser than he had herding sheep in Portugal. Giving up, finally, on the spirit’s promise, the young man went back to the oasis where his love was (traveling in disguise, of course, because he’d read One Hundred and One Arabian Nights from cover to cover).
He found his love quickly. She was married to another man—an honest, brave man. He was a caravan guide and part-time camel merchant, and knew the desert well. The woman did not recognize the young king, because of his disguise, and so he asked his love about the boy from Portugal.
She sighed, but smiled. “I love him still, but love is not the only thing.”
“What more is there than love?” asked the young king.
“My lover left to seek wisdom,” answered the woman, “but my husband finds his wisdom in me. I am his life, and he is mine—we need not seek it elsewhere. That is love, and more.”
And so the young king left, and wrote a royal decree giving his entire kingdom to his love and her husband (for he could tell that they were both strong and worthy—kings know these things), keeping only enough for himself to travel back to Portugal and buy a new flock of sheep. There he lived until the end of his days, reflecting that the spirit had indeed given him a small grain of wisdom, but that love had been his to lose.
(prompt: Write a fairy tale.)
(Nice happy ending, there, bud.)