The Cask of Amatillado. (The unpublished version)

So I had to write a short story for school and I figured why not put it on here too. So here it is:)

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The light flooded through my drapes and danced on my face, creating odd shapes, that were truly abstract. My green eyes flutter open as the sharp rays invade my peaceful slumber. I had a wonderful sleep, including dreams where I found a small creek in a densely wooded area, full of water fowl, and Water Lillies. In my dream I jumped into the water and made a large splash, and began swimming around to my hearts content.

     The creek seemed like one from my childhood. My father used to take me there every summer, I remember splashing around for hours, my father teaching me how to swim, and gathering herbs for my mother to make dinner when we arrived home. I haven't been since I was a child. So, seeing it again, even if it was just a dream, was fantastic.

     Now that I'm awake, and I realize it was just a dream,  my mood is dampened a bit, but not enough for anyone to have noticed. I am in an unusually good mood. The only explanation I have to my good mood, is because of my slumber, and the dreams that took place there.

Once I'm clothed I walk down to my rather large kitchen to eat the wonderful meal prepared by, Elisa, my cook. I say a quick ''thank you'' to her, as I sit at my formal dining table. While I'm eating I can hear Elisa bustling around in the kitchen, probably making more of her extravagant food.

     I make my way out of my home once I'm finished eating, and down to the courtyard where I always take my morning walks. I look up at the pristine blue sky, and try to make out shapes in the clouds. 

In passing I wave hello to my dear sister, causing her to walk over to me. 

"Hello, brother. How are you this fine morning?" She questions, seeming truly interested in how I am.

"I'm doing wonderful. I have just eaten Elisa's award winning breakfast, and I am about to take my morning walk. I don't think anything will be able to ruin my day!" I respond to her, with a grin on my face.

"That's great, brother. I must be going now, have a lovely walk." She says, and I go back to making shapes out of the clouds.

I see things like, wolves, a hand, and many other things. The imagination is a truly wonderful thing that I have not grown to understand. It amazes me the things that our imaginations see, everyone's being as unique as the person themself.

     As I'm pondering the mystery that is the imagination, I'm not paying attention to where I'm going, and I accidentally bump into an open bag of feathers. I look at the bag quizzically. Why would a bag of feathers be in the middle of my courtyard? Just sitting here as if waiting for the next fowl to strip itself and throw their feathers into it.

     I shrug my shoulders and turn around only to bump into something else, only this time, I feel a cool sensations spilling out and onto my clothes, I focus my vision on what's in front of me and realize it's some sort of sticky substance, held up by a rope so that if you were to so much as touch the rope you would be completely covered in this sticky goop. I stumble backwards in surprise, unfortunately bumping into and falling over onto the bag of feathers. I quickly scramble up and look down at my now ruined clothing. I look like a chicken of sorts, you can't even see most of my clothes anymore. I immediately feel ashamed whilst looking at my ruined drapes and thank the heavens that no one is around to see me like this. I am quite ashamed that I managed to humiliate myself, even if it is in private. I'm just greatful no one else it here or my good mood would be entirely ruined. My gratitude is cut short by the sound of feet making their way up the cobblestone path. 

My eyes go wide in surprise as I try to find the nearest place to hide. I look to my left but there is nothing but a flat stone wall. I look to my right, and spot a bale of hay. I quickly begin to run, but I don't have time to duck behind the barrier before a group of seemingly drunk people, whom I've never met before make their way around the corner of my large home, giggling and lauging, with Fortunato in the lead, tripping over himself as he tries to contain his laughter in his drunken state, and pointing as he seems to be telling the story of what has happened to me. 

Confusion must be clear in my face as I try to process what has happened. I still don't know why these strange things appeared in my courtyard, or why Fortunato is here. 

Suddenly it dawns on me. Fortunato has planned this. He wanted me to suffer the humiliation of looking like a chicken in front of these people. They may be drunk and not remember what happened when they wake up tomorrow, but that doesn't lessen the sting of the humiliation.

My mood has undoubtedly been ruined thanks to these unfortunate events. It's sad too, because I don't have very many days where I am happy, and carefree, like this morning I was. I can't even remember the last time I looked at the clouds, or pondered things that didn't matter. This has all been ruined by one man.

My suspicions are confirmed as Fortunato asks me, "How did like your surprise this morning?"

This is a cruel prank pulled by this man in a ridiculous outfit, that you would only see a fool wearing. A drunk and someone who's life is made better at the cost of other people.

No one makes a fool out of me, especially not a fool himself. I will get revenge, I can promise you that.