Our freedom depended on the performance of the monkey. Each team of two was given a monkey to train and perform. If the performance was good enough, we were set free. If not, I don’t know. Everyone took to training their monkey. The little guys had chains tightly around their necks, being taught to do tricks and beg and being punished if they failed to comprehend. All except their little monkey.
Sam was the coldest human of the group, but he taught his monkey. Not like an animal, but like a child, a friend. While others were teaching them the typical three ring circus tricks, Sam taught his little monkey how to ice skate. And they skated and skated and Sam was on his hands and knees on the cold ice going over the routine again and again and again.
Performance night, the woman and Sam and the monkey are in their ring. From the beginning they realize that the opening act is flawed. It’s too small and intimate for the crowd and judges to see. They do their best, but halfway through, Sam at the farthest corner, the monkey is ripped off stage by the judges and the music is stopped.
The woman said something to the judge and Sam approached. Sam asked the woman what she said, and she looked at Sam with teary eyes and said “I asked if the monkey would be okay”. They hugged. The two previous strangers, man and woman, embraced as two lovers in condolences. Heads buried into necks, she utters “I love you” and he nods his head in agreement.
Leaving the dressing room, the woman packs her makeup into her case. As she grabbed the open compact, she thought she saw a reflection of the man she once wanted to love.
Analyze that Jung! Sometimes much goes on, and sometimes it’s very quick, but always, somehow, it’s the hug, the embrace, that stays with my mind and my skin through out the day.
1 comment:
Nice story :)
Mattieu.
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