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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Repeat (01/24/13)

TITLE: And By This Remembered
By Loren T. Lowery
01/29/13


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Dudley Livingstone was the retired sea captain of the HMS Clipper Ship, the Valiant - a 3-mast vessel he had honorably commanded for over 25 years along the United Kingdom’s southern trade routes in the 1800’s.

Handsome in form, with full mantle of hair and piercing brown eyes, he sported a whiskered face that somehow seemed incongruous to his otherwise comely appearance. It was whispered, however, that the beard was but vanity to hide a birthmark darkening the left side of his face.

A childless widower, Dudley lived alone on a 40 acre estate along the River Mersey in Liverpool, England with adequate staff to maintain both house and gardens. To those of youth and adventuresome dreams, his existence after seafaring would appear dull and mundane; but then that would be true only to those whose lives had yet to be lived.

Just assuredly, as tempestuous seas test a ship’s worthiness - proud figureheads at its bow, masted sails above its decks and creaking, pitch-filled planks below; so too is the inner man tested in times of self-imposed isolation.

Dudley was considered a man of wealth; but he considered his possession as much a part of him as frost upon a window pane – opaque, translucent at time and temporary at best. Of all his material holdings, only three things were countenanced by him as being valued.

One, a wounded mongrel dog he’d found stray while combing the beaches of Northern Africa. That the dog was lame meant little to him – imperfections he felt were hallmarks of life.

The second was a parrot, the gift of a tribal king outside a rainforests in South America. “Parrots,” the king had told him, “tell a man what is in his heart. Because it is from the heart a man speaks and it these words the bird hears and repeats back to him.”

And the third, the Holy Bible, a wedding gift from his wife, Emma, who had died of typhoid while he was at sea. Not a day passed that he didn’t read the Scriptures aloud as Emma had loved him to do. His rich baritone now belying the pain beneath the words; yet finding in them also a balm, coating the opened wound of loss.

Through the years, Dudley spoke mostly to his dog he’d named Mandy. She as soothed by his voice as he was soothed by her quiet and tolerant manner of listening.

But to the parrot, he’d named Micha; words did not come as glibly off his tongue. They were reticent as if held prisoner – guarded by the dread of what might be repeated back to him. The words, a mirror to his very soul.

To his servants, Dudley seemed to love and respect Mandy and Micha equally- affection for one could not be discerned over the other. That Mandy loved being with her master was evident. She was obedient to his commands and cuddled at his feet even when his mood was foul or brandy had loosed his tongue in idle confessions.

With Micha, it was the affectionate way he bobbed his head and moved back and forth upon his perch, squawking “Aye Mate” whenever Dudley entered his study. Micha’s room was Dudley’s study. He had no cage, just a large sawn tree branch protruding upwards from a wide, round, sand-filled pan.

Here Dudley would feed him berries, fruit, and nuts and repeat to him safe, innocuous things.

Could Micha’s words be my legacy once I’m gone? Dudley often wondered. His voice my epitaph to be engraved on my tombstone?

Dudley’s study was his place of refuge. Paneled walls, shelved with books, fireplace and large mullioned windows. Here he was most himself. Here he read the Scriptures aloud and rambled reflective thoughts to Mandy and Micha, who always appeared engrossed by what he had to say.

And, while one remained silent at his feet,and looked up at him with soulful eyes, the other would pace back-and-forth upon his perch, guttering his breath and nodding his head. And, at such moments, Dudley would turn his head and ponder the yet unformed words.

Death waits for no man. Might-have-been at last swallowed in the dark abyss of what was. Character and substance remembered by repeated acts and words.

In Dudley’s passing, Micha’s words, the words most often repeated from John’s lips did became his legacy – one whispered prayer like: Love you, Emma. The others, just as warm and genuine: Love you Mandy. Love you Micha. And finally: Amen.


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CD Swanson 01/31/13
Wow - this was a powerful and moving piece. Great writing and fabulous message.

God bless~
Beth LaBuff 01/31/13
The topic tie-in with the parrot was genius! You painted a marvelous backdrop, then took us on this grand adventure. I had no idea where the journey would end, but was completely fascinated the whole way. You're ending completely satisfied. This is great!
Myrna Noyes02/01/13
What a compelling and thought-provoking story with a powerful and important message! (It makes me wonder what my words would tell about me! I hope my legacy will be love as the captain's was!) I could just see the old man in his study with his Bible and his pets! You painted such wonderful visual pictures here! I completely enjoyed this all the way through! Masterful job! :)
Sally Hanan02/01/13
Brilliant writing. I was pulled in and loved the old way of speaking you managed to weave through it all. It reminds me of Alex the parrot's last words: "You be good, see you tomorrow. I love you." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_(parrot)
Danielle King 02/02/13
This is truly brilliant writing and unique for the topic. I was captivated the whole way through and the ending was perfect. Just one tidgy little thing puzzled me though - who was John in the last lines? Maybe just a typo? Superb story. Loved it.
Danielle King 02/02/13
How silly am I? Ignore my typo comment, it just clicked. Sorry, senior moment!
Allison Egley 02/02/13
Good words to be remembered by, indeed! I liked this. Nice job.
Virgil Youngblood 02/02/13
A captivating visual journey with an ending worthy of reflection. You've set the bar high in craftsmanship.
Cheryl Harrison 02/02/13
This is really special. I truly enjoyed every word, especially the ending. Great job!
Noel Mitaxa 02/03/13
You have a wonderful talent for showing as much as telling, and the strength of your story comes through so clearly. Excellent work.
Bea Edwards 02/03/13
Oh what a sweet ending you gave to this colorful tale!
Alicia Renkema02/06/13
You made that isolated study of Dudley's seem like the most warm and wonderful place one could be! Everyone need's to have a "Micah" in their lives. Daily accountability... I loved that Micah wasn't in a cage but had the run of Dudley's entire study. The contrast between Micah and Mandy was such a lovely mix as well. You painted such vivid pictures. This was truly a masterful story. I did find myself wanting to know more about your life with Emma before her passing, maybe for a future story? Truly a delightful read!!
Beth LaBuff 02/07/13
Congrats, Loren, for the award on this adventurous creative story!
Myrna Noyes02/07/13
It's no surprise at all to me that this superbly-written story got an E.C.!! :D You are truly a master weaver of tales, Loren! WAY TO WRITE!!
Verna Cole Mitchell 02/07/13
You amaze me here, as usual, with your storytelling abilites and the way you weave it through fascinating distinctive details. Congratulations on a well-deserved EC.
Danielle King 02/07/13
Congratulations Loren. This is a truly brilliant story.
Alicia Renkema02/07/13
Congrats -- knew this was a winner; love your writing. Your writing is quickly becoming a favorite of mine at FW. Have a blessed day in Him!
Margaret Kearley 02/07/13
What a wonderful story -teller you are. This was truly amazing to follow through and read. A very well deserved win - many congratulations.
Noel Mitaxa 02/07/13
Congratulations on your well-deserved HC. Very skillful writing.
Ellen Carr 02/08/13
Congratulations Loren on your EC and your HC - both well-deserved! This is a great story. I could imagine this as the beginning of a longer story, a novel maybe. Well done.
Bea Edwards 02/09/13
Ummmm delicious! Congratulations on your well deserved win for this wonderfully crafted story.
Linda Buskirk02/10/13
I am just beginning my writing journey. I hope some day to be able to establish a character so fully and quickly. You revealed his soul's heartaches and priorities - partly through a parrot! It is powerful.