Not Going There
The pivotal moment was when she made her move, and it was check mate. No longer a pawn in the King’s army her queen like status was a God given right since the gypsy was granted magical tools that were no business to any other person gossiping about her life strategy.
It all started when the prince decided to take his best friend Harley out for a spin down the turnpike. Needing to put a tiger into his tank the independent spirit pulled off the exit known for a green and white office building landmark.
“Well, that only means I am close to home,” he said taking the pump from its holder. Suddenly, coming out from the convenience store was this stunning vision grasping a community college plastic mug that was refilled with the exclusive offer advertised inside the glass.
“Hey, you,” the prince did hear, “I know you from that special school I watched you attend.”
Stepping under the overhang bright light the prince answered, “yes, I went to the special school where only my kind attend.”
“Of course,” the gypsy agreed, “you are a prince from another country that no one has ever heard of except those in higher education, so why bother with your bloodline and interact with us.”
After the motorized two-wheeler was well fed, he thought about the commentary and decided to confront his buried past at the special school for the people who were just like him. Defined as affluent migrants from other countries who escaped unkindly acts and barons who were very selfish these individuals had a unique lure for a pauper challenge that could kindly ground them.
Understanding the nation where he was born and the unbelievable idealism it displayed allowed the thought. ‘Someone who was not just like him did have its tempting tease.’ Deciding now was the proper time he stepped away from the secure cocoon and ventured into the unknown territory. Turning on the one illumination piece he pushed the mechanical pedal to make the engine roar. Proceeding over to the parking space area the stranger who knew him got into her humble transportation.
“If I am a special person due to my blood line, what are you?” The prince asked.
“A simple girl, trying to make ends meet, using my parents' car and getting things done,” she replied shutting the door to the automobile with four lights and tires.
“You are a modern-day gypsy, aren’t you?”
“And you,” the gypsy showed her true grit, “are a modern-day royalty, so what is your point?”
Smiling feeling the honest conversation the prince started connecting the dots and wanted to hear more from the gypsy, “busy tonight?” The prince inquired watching her put keys into the ignition, “why don’t we talk at the diner, would love to listen to your thoughts.”
Not even an hour later and the prince claimed a perfectly situated counter seat to observe the clock's tik tock, “excuse me, can I have an apple pie slice.”
Within minutes it appeared as did the gypsy, “you the one from the special school, who called me?”
Putting down the saucer he laughed, “you are right, I am a gypsy from a neighboring country, my descendants were the same as yours coming over to have a better life,” she paused.
“Aristocrats? Rich? Power players?”
“Beth, I have not seen you since our rival sporting exhibition in high school on Thanksgiving,”
“Actually, Prince,” Beth expressed, “Jeremy, it was your prom night I came into this diner in rags from the movies, you and your friends were sitting there in tuxedos, your dates were somewhere, and you prince gave me a peck on the cheek.”
It only took a second for the memory to come back and Prince Jeremy put a fork into the apple pie. “I do remember that”
“Now Prince Jeremy I do not have any perfume jar filled with love potion number 69 or slipper in my glove compartment,” Beth continued, “I just wanted to tell you, "She took a breath, “your fly is open,” then walked out.
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