A Rose Among Thorns

Today I found myself attempting to answer the call of nature, lured by the warmth of spring promise I wandered down to the local café, which had turned into a zoo as I found myself watching the young ape boys of the town attempting to impress the new influx of pretty maids. They cavorted about like simpletons to the tune of silly giggles from vacuous little misses and as I rose to flee the cacophony of the rabble, a face in the crowd stopped me in my tracks.

Here life tempts me, by a fleeting glimpse, not even a taste of hair colour or body, a disembodied face suddenly appearing from between the broad shoulders of flexing fools. In a sea of mindless drones, her earnest clear gaze held my attention and I saw a glimpse of intelligence, a special discernment not available in the others around her. She shone for one brief moment then to my chagrin disappeared back into the sea of writhing halfwits. How like the bitch fortune to deny me what is my right, access to the finest that this town has to offer, in all things.

For the first time in many years, I felt myself stirred by something external to my mind, something worthy of my attentions, superior to the plastic mannequins surrounding her, something beyond my expectations of the gene capacity of this inbred pit of fools. Now I understood why at this moment I had been motivated to move outside to my world, to navigate this sea of fools, seduced by the promise of discovery. Invigorated by this finding I found myself wandering the café watching and waiting for sound or sight of her but as quickly as she glowed, she faded like a brief, beautiful light, tormenting those stuck in a dark pit.

Here I was, jaded by the witless fools parading themselves about, finding myself subject to the whims of nature, something I had avoided my entire life. For as a Dubois I do not allow myself to be subject to the vagaries of life, I command all those about me, I make and break fortunes, friendships, fools. I do not allow life to dictate to me for as a superior being I am in control of all that happens within my world yet here she was, hiding in plain site, a diversion tantalising enough to set my blood tingling.

Just as I about to abandon my quest of a miss to despoil, there she was, simply waiting for me to discover her, a radiance so perfect that the sea of idiots that drowned her would not be enough to keep us apart. It was the set of destiny that the discontent idling within was to be answered by a chance encounter. Her identity is something that will be discovered, there is no avenue that does not have my presence, no home without my influence, no life without my grace. I returned to my office and spent the rest of the day charting her future, for unbeknownst to her I will discover who she is in order to possess her, as I own everything valuable in this town and she will be no exception.

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