The Talisman: Part one by Mark Alberto Yoder Nuñez

The Talisman
Photograph by Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez

It was a sunny day but with a chill from the ocean when I was on a pier looking at the ships and gazing out to sea.  Lost as I was in thought I turned and started walking with no purpose back along the wharf to the narrow ways along the waterfront.  Between the same, old buildings, wandering, eventually my feet led me, as I was between memories and fantasies, to the realization that I wasn’t sure exactly where I was.  I turned a corner down a narrow lane and a few shops down to my left I saw the curio shop.  I was drawn to the front window and looked inside at all the curious items from exotic places, the teak wood boxes and jade figurines. 

     I looked at the door and started towards it.  I opened the door and walked in.  I looked to the left and right consciously aware that an elegant, oriental woman beautifully dressed in dark, oriental clothing with dark hair stood behind the counter.  She was gazing at me with slightly lowered eyelids and with a small but curious smile on her face.  As I took a few steps within and continued to look about I was drawn more toward her than to all the ivory, beads and exotic décor I was seeing.  I started to walk toward her.  She seemed so serene, calm and wise.  There was a light in her dark eyes and she had a knowing smile.  She was very beautiful. 

     We spoke for quite a long time about many things but I cannot remember what was spoken.  My eyes fell upon the talisman beneath the glass counter top.  I asked her about it.  She reached under the glass counter top and gently grasped it.  She paused a moment and then gracefully pulled it out from its resting place.  Soon she was displaying it in her two hands in front of me. 

When I took the talisman in my own hands with her soft hands brushing against mine I felt the smoothness of it.  There was something about the craftsmanship of it and character and the feeling of it in my hands made me feel an attachment to it, a connection to the worlds within and without myself.  There was something about the perfect balance of it. 

I purchased the talisman, said goodbye to the oriental lady and smiled as I turned to leave.  She smiled back mysteriously.  I wasn’t sure why I had purchased the talisman that felt so smooth and good in my hands.  I admired its craftsmanship.  It had fallen into evening and began to grow dark as I wandered aimlessly.  Somehow my weary body made its way to the tenement building I stayed in.  I made my way up the outside stairs to my room. 

     That night I fell into a deep sleep and had many vivid and curious dreams.  I was in exotic places with strange and unusual birds and plants.  I was with foreign people who spoke very little but said strange and mysterious things. 

     I felt I was lost in a foreign country I had never heard of and would not be able to find my way back when I suddenly awoke.  I could tell by the light in the room that it was already late in the morning.  The talisman was still there on the table next to my bed.  I took it in my hands and walked to the window.  I opened the curtains and opened the window to smell the fresh, sea air.  I looked out beyond the harbor at the open sea. 

Continued on: https://markalbertoyodernunez.blog/2019/11/27/the-talisman-part-two-by-mark-alberto-yoder-nunez/

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