The Reunion

　
　
　
　
　

Ron Koppelberger

The Reunion

Stone gabble was impatient in his concerns for the reunion, his snazzy labors of sealed admiration. He had fashioned a proof, a swift conspiracy of perfection, in fancy welcome ,in impressions of grandeur.
“Believe my success, believe my success, my patient pinnacle dear cousin, dearest wayward priest.” he whispered quietly to himself as much as the expectation of his cousins arrival. He went on “ Believe my success.” to the Rembrandt and Persian tapestries adorning his walls, “ Believe in my judgment, my tempered fortune, my good luck, my riches and my poise, believe.” he repeated.
Liberty Demitasse was his fifth cousin removed. His crest and admitted notable, his wealth rumored to be the birth of a grand ascendancy. Stone was determined to impress his cousin and the prospect of the reunion was an obsession. The wherefores of Liberty he thought. His kinship to liberty was unfettered by the usual bother of brothers in success; Stone, starry with flowing desires of pride, with esteem for what might be the advent of portfolios and profit, lordship and furrowed business squawk, waited in suffering patience for the outline of futures in fast track; a mantle in union he thought, in cologne, in tonic, in wishes deepest desire, the union of what will be a privilege unshaken.
Stone paused for a breath as the front door rattled in its frame. In custom he straightened his lapel and primed the escapade a la Stone. The door opened in revelation and utter disappointment. A beggar in burlap, a slave in sweaty rags and torn remains; he held his hand toward Stone in greeting.
“ Filthy tramp, sour lunatic dog, begone!” he exclaimed as he heaved the heavy oaken door shut with a solid rebuke. The beggar considered the lineage of stews and solitary wisdom, the turn in curves of fate. Liberty gave agreement, the lace and surrender of freedom, in oasis’s of prominent station and gilded excesses. The necessary salves of wounded burden and direct conviction were the evidence of ancient paths. In his triumph unto the grand brilliance of freedom Liberty Demitasse had arrived and his arrival was an acceptance of freedom, true freedom.