By David Pela
The Princess gazed in stony silence out the tower window. Her ladies-in-waiting bustled in and out of the room. The servants padded noiselessly about. The wind shrieked through the trees.
On the road, in the distance, she saw two horsemen approaching. One wore a joker’s hat and the other was dressed in black.
The joker leaned toward the man in black to speak.
She imagined what he might be saying: “I’ve had enough of this; can’t we quit? I’ve been used and abused. I never know who to trust or believe.”
The Princess sighed and watched. Life was indeed a joke.
A story-within-a-story, with the main character making up the second story in her imagination. Or is she reading their minds? Liked it.
When Bob Dylan wrote “All Along The Watchtower” he had the closing verse as the beginning. When he recorded it, he put it at the end. I wanted to try it in his original order.