“Memories, light the corners of my mind”
She was walking fast, shouting about the piece that must be made between hers and English people. Standing for many hours and going up and down, trying to take people’s attention with slogans among with a group of other English people, she felt exhausted, but nothing was stronger than her will, so she did anything but stopped. Peace was a vital issue for the happy living of both sides of the river, so she joined a group of idealists In Jamestown and kept her traditional Native American cloth to show, that peace can be made by both living without differences and keeping traditions of both cultures, as well. Unfortunately, not all of the crowd was so kind to this idea and showed it by using the phrase “bloody savages” multi times. “Some day they will understand”, she though and when she was about to give up she had Grandmother Willow by her side. She gave her strength and courage as always. And she kept doing this for five years, without tiring or giving up. These years, which passed happily and with love and calmness, brought her a daughter, a beautiful sapphire- eyed girl with chocolate skin and dark raven hair. Her baby changed her a lot. She left her village forever and moved to Jamestown, she became a Christian, wearing expensive gowns and making up her face with talc. Her Native American dress was torn and thrown away; she did never wear it again, or even see it. But that didn’t stop her from being in the group, which taught people to live in peace. Moreover, she organized big balls and meetings in the name of the king – she had his support- and tried to make people understand with big speeches the advantages of peace. One day, while she was at the streets of Jamestown with some of her allies teaching people about peace, she saw a man near a coach. There was a woman beside him: she was tall and was wearing a huge hat with a big ribbon on it. She immediately knew who the man was. At that time happiness filled here heart, so she ran towards him. She waved. The blonde- haired man smiled at her view, he was really excited to see her after five years.
“We have to go sir”, said the driver.
“Just wait a minute” answered the man.
He came closer to her and after hugging her, he introduced the girl who was standing beside him.
“This is my future wife, Ms Bianka Wright and hopefully Ms Bianka Smith”.
The black-haired woman gave a glance to Bianka and smiled.
“So, are you still married?” asked the man with trembling voice.
“Yes, I am. We have a great time, hope you’ll feel the same soon”.
Silence fulfilled them for a while; then she came to break it by suggesting:
“Well, I have to go now, my duty is calling me. You can find me in “Marcus’ place” for a talk tonight, asked the government for where it is, since I supposed you came now” she said and pointed the ship to justify her assuming.
“Politics again?” the man said, slightly laughing.
“Always”, she answered and by adding “Goodbye” she left.
“So, here you are”, told one of her allies, as she walked near him.
“I met a friend and I had to talk to him, I haven’t seen him for five years. He was with his future wife. But now I am here”, answered the woman and took something from the box her ally was holding.
“So, who was he?” asked her ally, a red – haired man, named Thomas.
As soon as she was about to answer, steps were heard. She turned to find him.
Thomas was shocked. The man greeted him, it seems he knew him. He and the woman went a bit further and were looking at each other.
“How is she?”, he asked with nostalgia.
The woman gasped and shook her head:
“She is fine, she grows older. How beautiful is she!”, she told.
“Is he a good father?”, the man asked, now losing his smile.
The woman answered immediately; “Yes, he is great and both I and my girl are happy”.
No words came from the man’s mouth, so the woman caressed her hair and added:
“You can come and see her, if you want, tonight. Bring your future wife, too. I guess you told her”.
“I told her, but I am not coming. I can’t.” he explained.
“I understand, I know”, she excused him.
They were standing up, looking each other for several minutes. Their eyes were wet, they were hardly keeping their tears. But they were happy to talk after so many years. Their feelings were mixed but nostalgia was the queen. They couldn’t resist anymore, they hugged and kissed each other cheeks, as friendly as they could. They made do so many times together, after all. They couldn’t be nothing but grateful to each other.
They slowly separated and he walked some steps away.
“Goodbye Pocahontas “, he said.
She bowed, letting him go away forever.
As he turned his back and he was leaving she whispered “ Goodbye John Smith“.
She was walking fast, shouting about the piece that must be made between hers and English people. Standing for many hours and going up and down, trying to take people’s attention with slogans among with a group of other English people, she felt exhausted, but nothing was stronger than her will, so she did anything but stopped. Peace was a vital issue for the happy living of both sides of the river, so she joined a group of idealists In Jamestown and kept her traditional Native American cloth to show, that peace can be made by both living without differences and keeping traditions of both cultures, as well. Unfortunately, not all of the crowd was so kind to this idea and showed it by using the phrase “bloody savages” multi times. “Some day they will understand”, she though and when she was about to give up she had Grandmother Willow by her side. She gave her strength and courage as always. And she kept doing this for five years, without tiring or giving up. These years, which passed happily and with love and calmness, brought her a daughter, a beautiful sapphire- eyed girl with chocolate skin and dark raven hair. Her baby changed her a lot. She left her village forever and moved to Jamestown, she became a Christian, wearing expensive gowns and making up her face with talc. Her Native American dress was torn and thrown away; she did never wear it again, or even see it. But that didn’t stop her from being in the group, which taught people to live in peace. Moreover, she organized big balls and meetings in the name of the king – she had his support- and tried to make people understand with big speeches the advantages of peace. One day, while she was at the streets of Jamestown with some of her allies teaching people about peace, she saw a man near a coach. There was a woman beside him: she was tall and was wearing a huge hat with a big ribbon on it. She immediately knew who the man was. At that time happiness filled here heart, so she ran towards him. She waved. The blonde- haired man smiled at her view, he was really excited to see her after five years.
“We have to go sir”, said the driver.
“Just wait a minute” answered the man.
He came closer to her and after hugging her, he introduced the girl who was standing beside him.
“This is my future wife, Ms Bianka Wright and hopefully Ms Bianka Smith”.
The black-haired woman gave a glance to Bianka and smiled.
“So, are you still married?” asked the man with trembling voice.
“Yes, I am. We have a great time, hope you’ll feel the same soon”.
Silence fulfilled them for a while; then she came to break it by suggesting:
“Well, I have to go now, my duty is calling me. You can find me in “Marcus’ place” for a talk tonight, asked the government for where it is, since I supposed you came now” she said and pointed the ship to justify her assuming.
“Politics again?” the man said, slightly laughing.
“Always”, she answered and by adding “Goodbye” she left.
“So, here you are”, told one of her allies, as she walked near him.
“I met a friend and I had to talk to him, I haven’t seen him for five years. He was with his future wife. But now I am here”, answered the woman and took something from the box her ally was holding.
“So, who was he?” asked her ally, a red – haired man, named Thomas.
As soon as she was about to answer, steps were heard. She turned to find him.
Thomas was shocked. The man greeted him, it seems he knew him. He and the woman went a bit further and were looking at each other.
“How is she?”, he asked with nostalgia.
The woman gasped and shook her head:
“She is fine, she grows older. How beautiful is she!”, she told.
“Is he a good father?”, the man asked, now losing his smile.
The woman answered immediately; “Yes, he is great and both I and my girl are happy”.
No words came from the man’s mouth, so the woman caressed her hair and added:
“You can come and see her, if you want, tonight. Bring your future wife, too. I guess you told her”.
“I told her, but I am not coming. I can’t.” he explained.
“I understand, I know”, she excused him.
They were standing up, looking each other for several minutes. Their eyes were wet, they were hardly keeping their tears. But they were happy to talk after so many years. Their feelings were mixed but nostalgia was the queen. They couldn’t resist anymore, they hugged and kissed each other cheeks, as friendly as they could. They made do so many times together, after all. They couldn’t be nothing but grateful to each other.
They slowly separated and he walked some steps away.
“Goodbye Pocahontas “, he said.
She bowed, letting him go away forever.
As he turned his back and he was leaving she whispered “ Goodbye John Smith“.
anna r u drunk :/
