THE TURQUOISE PEN

A NEW STORY

Noël R. King

This is a new story, one that has never been told before.

Ah, but hasn’t every story already been told? you ask me?

And I say that yes, every story that has been told has indeed been told, but this one has not.

I see I have lost you.

I am baffled, too. I have no idea how a story could be told that has never been told before, but it is inside me now, begging to come out.

So here it is.

Once upon a time there was a story that had never been told. It sat around for years, around many campfires, plenty of bars, and even more living room parties. It just sat there, simply waiting for that perfect time to be told.

It never came.

The second Ice Age did, though, and then another Big Bang.

It still wasn’t time. There was no time.

And that was the problem.

This was a story without time.

How can you possibly tell a story if there is no time?

There you have it. There is a story that has never begun and will never end. It is timeless. Thus, it can never be told.

And this is it.

The End

—As circumstances warrant, through her Turquoise Pen column Noël R. King, Scottsville, Virginia, reports on strange and wonderful things, including stories that just sit around campfires, fruitlessly waiting to be told.