January 15, 2019
I hope you have been enjoying the reading of this short story as much as I have. A writer, over time, often forgets what s/he has written.
Here are the final pages:
Josephine and the Pomegranate continued…
…”Either do I.”
… Anyway, so Josephine announced, “That supper was delicious. Now for your next task: you will be given two weeks this time and what you must do is make every woman and child in this co-op a new summer cloak.”
The men groaned.
“Do you want to call it quits?” Josephine asked.
“No way,” Joe said. He had started to miss Josephine an awful lot by then. “Don’t listen to those groans. It was just our stomachs grumbling. With all the cooking we just didn’t seem to have time to eat.”
Without even stopping to nap, the men went back to the village and started trying to figure out how to make clothes. Two weeks later, their hands raw and bleeding from spindle and needle pricks, the men managed to make it back to the co-op gates with the clothes.
The women and children tried them all on. “Not bad, not bad at all,” the women nodded at each other. “They fit quite well and look quite nice. Just the kind of clothes for travelling.”
“I take it I should go tell them about task number three,” Josephine said and went back to the castle gates.
The men were all sleeping on the grass outside the castle walls. Josephine clapped her hands to wake them. “Okay, men, good job with the cloaks. We are now going to let you into the co-op.”
The men rose to their feet and looked like they were going to stampede into the castle.
“Just hold on,” Josephine raised her hand. “Remember our deal. We said three tasks. Just sit down for a moment and I’ll explain to you what your last task is.”
The men groaned.
“O, do you want to call it quits now?”
“No,” Joe said quickly. “We were only yawning. Still waking up from the twenty winks we just had.”
“Alright. Just checking. So this is the plan: we women decided it’s time to take a holiday. We’ve been working really hard setting up this co-op and all. We’ll be going to the mountains for some rest and relaxation so your final task will be to look after the children and tend the gardens while we’re away. Give us a few hours to get ready for our trip and then we’ll let you in on our way out.”
So while the women are bathing in the hot springs and giving each other massages with olive oil and generally enjoying themselves, the men learned about child care and gardening.
At the end of three weeks, the women reluctantly return…
“Petey looks after us sometimes,” Rosalind says. “We can do what we want because he’s in the bedroom with Merilee most of the time.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell about that,”Aurora says.
“He said, ‘Don’t tell Mom’ “.
… As I was saying, the women reluctantly returned home from their holidays and find their children, the men and their gardens were still all in one piece. So they figured if the men are able to come out alive from this final task then they’ve earned their place in the co-op.
“But remember, you start abusing us and lazing around and you’re out,” Josephine warned.
Now, you remember Josephine’s father, the king, don’t you? Well, because the king is so out of touch with the people it took awhile for the news to reach him about the co-op.
When he did find out about it, he sent his government civil servants to discover what it was that was going on up there. They got into the castle under the guise that they were tourists dropping by to purchase some pottery and vege…
“Tyeanne, how come Josephine didn’t get a castle just for herself?”
“Because she’s a nic epersona dns he would be too lonely in a big castle and what would she do with all those rooms?”
“Tyeanne, if Ted ever wins a million dollars and takes us to live in the castle, you can come stay with us.”
“Thanks.”
“And that guy can come, too.”
“Oh, you mean Mick.”
“Yeah, if you really want him to.”
… In due course, the civil servants reported back to the king on triplicate forms and after setting up a task force on it, the king decided to go visit the co-op castle himself.
So one day, the king got all dressed up in his best brocade gowns and ordered a royal procession together to truck on down to the co-op castle. He made a big commotion with the horn. Josephine responded to the noise by coming out to the castle gate.
“Daughter, is it you?” the king’s mouth dropped open in surprise, for his bureaucrats, not being too bright, hadn’t found out it was the king’s own daughter behind this whole co-op idea.
“Yes, it’s me,” said Josephine, who was not one bit surprised as she had noticed the king’s civil servants snooping around a few days prior. “And quit with the horn blowing. The kids are having their afternoon naps.”
“Well, I want to see what’s going on in your co-op.”
“Fine, but only you,” she said firmly. “You’ll have to leave your procession outside.”
The king entered and his daughter gave hum a tour of the place. “I’m impressed,” he said at last. “I always thought the peasants would revolt if they had enough food in their bellies and were happy with the work they were doing but — although this is hard for me to admit — you have proved me wrong, daughter.”
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, father.” Josephine said. “This has been a revolt but a peaceful one. Would you like to be part of our revolution?”
“Like the peace march?” Rosalind doesn’t bother to open her eyes.
— END–
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