Leave no stone upturned was Mishima’s motto. If there’s an easy way to turn a sou, then he would not spare any efforts to find it.
There, in the capitol of a large European country, the Christmas lights and decorations iced the city as though it were a feverish Christmas card. He looked around him and saw that near the revolving doors of almost all the large department stores there was a beggar dressed up like Father Christmas with a basket at his feet and a bell in his hand. Mishima took some photographs, not because he wanted a souvenir of this trip, but to use as the key for his next fund-raising activity.
In a fever of anticipation, Mishima went and bought himself a cheap Father Christmas costume, a wicker basket and a hand bell. Then he went back to his five-star hotel to change. Dressed in this fashion, he left his hotel to become a beggar for an afternoon. He’d always heard that one could make a lot of money begging and he felt that he should capitalize on the situation himself.
He discovered though, that he could not just casually walk up to any store and start begging. Most of the more profitable places had already been taken and the in situ beggars immediately invited him, in no uncertain terms, to push-off.
Finally near a traffic light, he found a place which no one had colonized. He was feeling pretty cold and bedraggled by now – his lips were chapped and he had visions of hot chocolate dancing in his head.
After an hour or so, he’d accumulated just over 2 euro, and he was thinking that begging probably wasn’t as easy as he’d thought, when up came a hydrogen blonde in an ecological mink coat. He’d seen her in his hotel just the night before and had been wondering how he might get to know her and invite her to go out with him.
She stood at the red light, eyeing him with suspicion and even when the light changed, she stayed there staring at him.
“Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” she finally asked him.
“Uhm … maybe in front of Saks – Ho! Ho! Ho?” he replied a little embarrassed. Perhaps she did recognize him after all and his mind was feverishly working on some excuse to explain what he was doing there begging on a street corner.
“No … I don’t think so.” she studied him for a few moments more, then her eyes lit up in recognition. “But you’re Mishima Marconi the millionaire photographer, aren’t you?”
He turned as red as his costume and at first thought he’d deny who he was, but then decided to admit it saying:
“Uhm, yes, I’m doing a study on the beggars in the capitol of this country.” He elaborated then, making the excuse sound not only plausible but in some way noble. “Why don’t we go and have a cup of hot chocolate and I’ll tell you all about my project?”
He opened his exhibition dedicated to European beggars in New York that summer, the first photos were of that Santa beggar near the department store he’d taken that fateful day. He and Maryam were married 6 months later …
© G.s.k. ‘14
The wordle contains 12 words those words are:
1. Stone 2. Casual 3. Spare 4. Traffic 5. Block 6. Beggar 7. Chapped 8. Fever 9. Key 10. Hydrogen 11. Revolving 12. Souvenir
Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie
Happy ending ! 🙂
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Sigh … that my mark in trade … hard for me to NOT write a happy ending 🙂
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Awww… what’s wrong with THAT ? Happy endings are groovy.
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Well … I’m glad you think so … 😀
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What happy ending…let’s add a prologue…and so they had only one child who got mixed up in crack cocaine and killed both his parents one foggy night, spent all the money and ended up a beggar on the streets of New York!
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Now that could be an idea .. epilogue though .. and I could enter that as the soap opera contribution!
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There you`ve got it!!
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Yep … got it!!
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I knew there was another word for that…epilogue it was:) I am so slow lately and so slow in my readings but I am finding many prompts are good for me to write:) very healing
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Wrote the soap opera and linked to your Wordless Wednesday 😉 … glad the writing is helping to heal this pain. Obviously it’s not easy to concentrate when you’re walking down memory lane and pain, despite what some Victorians believed isn’t always conducive to inspiration or concentration.
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The difficult pain is being with some family members who are quite toxic. Can’t wait for the service to be over. But at home being in my head with memories and all these photos, I am in a very good place.
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I do remember that you have some toxic family members, unfortunately so did my husband when his Mom passed … so I can imagine the problem to some degree. Glad you’re building up your energy for the service. I’m with you in spirit … hugs.
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My kids will be there and my daughter has a terrible temper especially when it comes to sticking up for me. I think it will go fine. I look forward to seeing cousins and old childhood friends who are nice to drive down. I feel my mom’s presence here lately, it’s comforting.
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Ouch … well let’s just hope everyone keeps their cool … it should be nice meeting the childhood friends and cousins again. Glad you feel her comforting presence.
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My soon may ensure she keeps her cool…my ex who’ll be there too do he may nudge her…haha or maybe he’ll tell them off.
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Thanks heavens for sons and fathers!
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sons, daughters and fathers:)
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Yes … now I understand better 😉
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