Don Quixote’s Roman Holiday

June 12, 2022 at 10:32 pm (Short Story) (, , , , , , )

The self-proclaimed knight-errant Don Quixote of La Mancha Spain decided to go on pilgrimage to Rome.

So he set out wearing his old wrecked armour and helmet and bent spear and broken sword on his old broken down and decrepit horse Rocinante and set out for Rome.

When in Rome, he set out to Saint Peter’s Basilica to view that sculpture known as the Pieta.

While approaching the basilica, a dwarf came up to Quixote and asked, “Which of these two men do you choose to be?”.

Quixote looked around.

He saw no one in the immediate vicinity.

Which two men was the dwarf talking about?

He looked down.

The dwarf had gone.

Vanished.

Quixote entered the chapel where he saw the Pieta.

The old knight stood in awe for over an hour in front of the statue.

He soon found himself joined by two men.

“How was this statue created?” Quixote asked the two men.

“Well,” the first man coughed, “This sculpture was originally just a rock. But after eons and eons of erosion caused by wind, rain, intense heat, intense cold and other natural factors it came to resemble the shape it is today.”

“I on the other hand,” the second man explained, “have heard that this sculpture was created by a man named Michelangelo Buonarroti. I choose to believe that Michelangelo Buonarroti created this sculpture.”

The words of the dwarf came back to him, “Which of these two men do you choose to be?”.

Don Quixote rode on the road from Rome back to Spain.

He looked around and saw how beautiful the world was.

The woodlands, the green grass, the multicoloured varieties of trees and their leaves and the beautiful crystal flowing streams.

He stopped when he saw a couple of children crying.

“Children, why do you cry?” He asked.

“Our mom sent us to find wood,” the girl and eldest of the pair answered, “We found the wood but we know not where to cross the stream again to get back to our home.”

“Climb aboard the noble Rocinante,” Quixote pointed to his old decrepit horse, “and hang on to me. And we’ll carry you across the stream.”

The children climbed on to the decrepit old horse and hung on to the old self-proclaimed knight in his old wrecked armour with his broken sword and bent spear.

When the horse emerged on the other side of the stream after having carried the children across the stream, it had turned into a noble and vibrant black steed and Don Quixote saw his armour turn into gold and his broken sword turned into a sword of pure and mighty gold.

If this world had a Creator and saw this scene, He’d have worked the miracle that unfolded.

If all that existed beyond this realm of things was a Void, it would not have cared, would have neither felt empathy or contempt, would not have felt love or hate.

It would not have felt anything.

For it was not alive, it did not have a personality, it did not even exist and it was definitely not Love.

-A short story written by Christopher
Sunday June 12th 2022

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