VIKTOR AND HIS CHILDREN
“Jeez you actually find them that way?” Yup. The face … it’s Your face. YES! I have a little natural sculpture of YOU that’s lookin’ at me right this second.” So began a letter from a Boston friend whose priaptic misinterpretation of “my little man,” this pestle of mine was the beginning of this story of discovery.
Like the spirit trees in Driftwood one sometimes finds unexpected treasures upon our beaches. Viktor is one of them, and he was re-positioned very carefully in my garden.
Driftwood beach has had other Valentines, other lover’s visiting it. Upon my last visit I noted the surging appearance of two unusual males slipping ashore. It was March and that month happens to be the mating season for Rocks, and despite the second rockiest mating I have ever seen, I stayed to bear witness and later ended up by taking Viktor home.
Like the Chinook Salmon, he was rather depleted. Since then he has recovered and has become the alpha rock of the rockery. As for “Jeesh’s” question, be assured I do. Moreover, he’s even more awesome when he closes his eyes. And no, he’s simply not for sale, though I do occasionally put him out to stud. At this point Love (her real name!) advised me to put an R rating on this story or zip it entirely. Pressure applied — I censured the females heat. She simply was too roundly — too salacious to fit within this sheet.
The children -“Gosh you must have had a beautiful mother!” As my own children were told at the store one time.
Sixty miles did they roll and Eleanor, bless her soul, adopted one and all.
You may ask whatever happened to the other male, lover Square?
I kept him too, but stashed him with my neighbor Wayne for gender repair.
Viktor is a gracious rock, he is also discreet in emotion.
Never tellin, what happened after he crawled out of that ocean.
But knowing both, I learned rocks have no egos, nor run for election.
In their solidity, they have reached evolutionary perfection.
I had to blank out most of the correspondent’s name, but one of them really was Love. Sadly some people are just too shy to admit they are rock lovers. I further admit that my own discretion is in no small measure based upon the fact, that a more normal simulacrum of mine is precariously perched four stories above cobblestone streets. Love, do keep that window sill shut!
I further note that rocks can carry magic within — on the very next visit I found the following rock. It had captured her own, very Scorpio’s spirit within.
Viktor and Snake really love Annie Lennox ‘Broken Glass’
(c) 1993 Herb Senft