Barn-Storming.
He, had wept at times, at the state of his life. His turbulent marriage had not left him any hope of anything getting better very soon. He felt his only redeeming feature was his appeal to the older lady. Of, his village. He, had often wondered about starting a relationship with her, but, had declined to do so. Due, to his beliefs, involving the sanctity of official bonds, before the higher power. However, it did not appear too difficult to move to another partner, because of Paganist traditions, in that neck of the woods. Where, lack of options, as far as loving requests were concerned, leading to several encounters, outside of the wedded bed. Also, the monotony of rural agrarian " harvesting " meant a continual hunt for stimulation, outside of the public house.
He, now, realized he was ready to share his burden, with the one who seemed to understand his predicament best. The will to carry a torch for the man, struggling to make ends meet, away from the " urban counter-culture,," devoid of hope due to poor " gentry " connections, made him a prime target, as well as " bona fide " recipient, for singular intimate philanderings. At, the hands of one wishing to comfort him, in the darkest period, of the night. Or, at a convenient time during daylight, apart from prying scrutinizing eyes, and ears. It, was in the acceptance of his fate, that, he knew his life could return to some form of recognizable structure. With, comforts dispensed to ease the pain, and restrictions, of shackles put in place by uncharacteristically prejudicial " Straw Dogs " ! The worth of his labours here, now demoted, by his partners " voyage into the unknown. " Probably, due to the lack of children being a cause for turmoil. Within, the mindset, and, in the physical representations of collaboration, with heritage of expectation, around these parts.
He, had to experience the distraction, to better tackle obstacles to negotiations, with his other, at a later date. That, was how he now saw, it, anyway.On, going to the older lady, for the best of reasons, with obvious intention, he struck out, for himself, for the first time, in many years. In the advance, and, the chance, he foresaw the ways of the world, finally, being kind to his soul. And, his goal. Of, conforming to, and, fitting in, with a certain section of homeland " pre-prescribed " remedial re-establishment of status, and, station. Within, his own, definition of belonging, and, functional integrity. To, reaffirm his " pride " ! To, breed confidence. Challenging, those making less of him, than any other. To, bring his worthiness, he felt unfairly, into question. When, it, really should not be ! The arms of the purifying " wench, " requiring automatically, a return to " gratifying " days. Of, a bountiful yield, produced under the brightest rays. Spreading out, before him, to show the prominent path to higher ground. Separated from the mixed emotions, created by turbulence, in the natural order. He, thanked his " lucky stars " that there was in front of him, now, wonder, rather than plunder. Taking from him, so much.
He, could not belief he was saved the worst of hardships, and, the conflict of the most volatile kind. Here. At, the door, of one such as her. And, at such a price too. When, things were really bad, he, got one, as an added bonus. To, make it all seem much more bearable, than perceived. Within, the " sheltered " accommodating alignment, of expert advice, and fascinated mice. Sordid, giving him a weapon, to bolster adventure. And, duel conventional precedents, of those, falling from the " horse " ! To, die soon after.
