Remember that story about that little boy who came from nowhere and spoke simple French and charmed everybody's heart and all that? Then this man wrote it down into a book called The Little Prince. Which was a wise and wonderful thing to do and I have two copies of the book( one I filched, one I bought) but that's not the story I wanted to share today.
Ummmm. No,no.Not that jazz story either. Yes that adorable little cafe(oh how do you do the accent!?) and the conducive lighting and the oh-most-suitable music and the wood panelling and the bitter bitter coffee which was milky and frothy too. And the improvised ham sandwiches touched up with ketchup, coleslaw, chips and kasundi. But no that's not the story.
This is 678 AD story. Don't stare at me like that. I will shoot you where your eyebrows meet.( I did not take that line from a DGradeWestern.) Hmmm. So basically this story is about this little girl with big eyes and long black silky hair and slanty eyes. Shytes, I mean big, slanty eyes. Big,slanty, exotic. Ooooo...you dunno repetition is a technique?I merely wished to rub it into you.You think I'm stoopid? Heh. Yes, 678AD. China.The dynasty eludes me, as does the province. But this girl was very pretty and very wise and very nice too. And she was single and liked it. Then, one day, she had enough of alone-ness. She thought;let me now explore. Go out. Drink wine in these native porcelain antiques. Eat rice with these long chopsticks with a nice boy, or nice boys. Or maybe a NiceMan. Exciting. And one bound foot forward, she set out.
They Called Her MingLing Because She Did.