The Life Long Romantic Journey

Far outside the traditional city confines despite having single status there was a maiden with a special weight wanting to establish residency in the Marry Land state. Presenting and displaying proper credentials to be someone’s wife the now turned adult strutted underneath the entrance gate that announced a traveler was crossing the border.

“I must raise my game if I do not want to be out of the money,” she humbly mumbled observing all the structures the rural oasis purposely filled with life through tempting teases.

Coming across a hard worker surveying a roof the young Laurel tried desperately to get attention, “M’Lady Thatcher can you stop what you are doing and show me where a person living a fast-track lifestyle and grips her turf firmly can find a man?”

“I do not know the answer to that question,” the female thatcher shouted back, “my husband left this earth and dumped all the responsible bills on my lap, that is why I am up here risking my limbs to fix this overhang.”

Strengthening her stiff upper lip Laurel continued down the one street until a conniving barter approached eating a pear-shaped fruit, “I am Ladro Di Fichi, I steal the best figs in town,” his toothless mouth boasted making Laurel take a step back, “do you want me to show you?”

“You surely are not a husband for me,”

“But can I touch your figs,” the strange fellow continued, “that is not a husband thing.”

“I should put you Ladro Di Fichi back in your place,” Laurel shrieked feeling offended by the sales pitch.

A few minutes later a well-groomed gentleman wearing a ten-gallon hat flung open wooden doors while expressing goodbye to two showgirls.

“Well, hello Miss,” Laurel perked up seeing the winner, “are you looking for something?”

“Well, yes,” Laurel responded, “I am shopping for a person to stand next to me in sickness and wealth,”

Giving a shining smile, “well you came to the right place, they call me Texian and just like my name I was on my own for a few years before conforming and uniting with other states.”

Feeling disappointed Laurel, wanted to confirm, “So, Texian you are married am I correct?”

“Well, I am a winner. What do you expect?”

Still exploring possibilities Laurel came across Marry Land’s governing body sector and the building entrance was wide open, “Can I come in?” She whispered to the guard.

“What is your business here?”

“I am in need of a loving assistant?”

“Then fill out the form entitled ‘starting optional claiming’ and His Royal Highness will see you.”

After answering all the questions the document inquired Laurel handed it to a person behind a desk before proceeding into the courtroom.

“I patiently understand the modern day fomo social media mental health issue you're engaging with right now, but I have to dismiss your objection,” His Royal Highness read the decision, “the inside stunt performed across town and conflicts your event can be defined a winner,”

As the lawyers collected their goods Laurel made her way to the judgement area, “Your Royal Highness Jellybean, if you have a second could you tell me where I could find a husband?”

Seeing her good nature appearance HRH Jellybean explained to her, “well you can come to my place.”

Giving him a stern look, “since I have been doing this song and dance show I have never satisfied my romantic desires Miss, in fact only one ten came through these halls and she was out of the money.”

Scratching her head Laurel wondered, “what’s this bless and honor claiming” and upon returning to the outdoors decided to show her force by taking a stand, proclaiming what she needs from the Marry Land Middle Island stage.

As her frustrated screams rang out people from all points came to see the spectacle unfold, “I need a husband now!” Suddenly a peasant right under her nose inquired “will my son Harper do? Let me show you a picture,”

Taking the photo Laurel smiled then raised her head surprised the cover model Harper existed and was a reality in her presence, “then would you marry the real thing?” Offered the individual from a dream.

It did not take much, and Harper clasped the marriage seeker’s hand and gave a peck on his future bride’s lips reawakening the true belief that winning long shots do not have to be just fantasies especially if you lure the bait long enough when making the big catch.