MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Once upon a time (no better intro, sticking to classics), there's a young man named Johnny Boy. Well, i called him Johnny Boy because i just absolutely love typing.....

So Johnny was like walking on the beach one day, collecting sea shells and watching birds suffocate and die in oil spills. The sun was shining, like...hell. So, walking along the beach Johnny did, and shine in the sand did Johnny saw. A shine which caught his human eye, of a lens circled by his coloured iris. It was not the shine of the reflection of the sunlight on a diamond, or a polished shell, but a shine of an object of old age, eaten away chemically by the salt content of sea water. And walked towards the object with naked feet did Johnny did. No, naked feet of Johnny dance towards the curious shine. No, Johnny walked towards the shinny object...that's it.

Johnny found his toes facing the shinny object. Well, his toes don't really have faces.....and after the blinding shine of the sun disappears from his bodily shadow....the shadow of his body.... did Johnny found what was the cause of the shine, an old wine bottle which have drifted on the sandy shore. Picked the wine bottle Johnny did.....this is annoying.....Johnny picked the bottle, with his hands of course, as he is human. A bottle of wine, green is it's colour. It does not look that old. There was no sticker label on the bottle. It might get washed away in the waters anyway. A large imprint "PORTO" was on the other side of the bottle. "It's recent" Johnny thought. Nothing precious of an object. Was it worth to be made a part of his collection of things Johnny himself finds on the shores of his beach? The bottle fell back on the sand, where it was last picked up of.

So walk Johnny did...continued...whatever....
But then, a sudden pause pulled Johnny's feet towards the ground....gravity perhaps...A turned Johnny did. He turned and stared at the shine-ness of the bottle. Johnny gave the abandoned wine bottle a pregnant stare, a stare that lasted for nine months.....A pause enough to send signals to his male brain to connect a folder of previous memories. Then, of all memories scanned, a slide was played, of his father once read him a story of pirates and sailors, or adventures idiots, lost in sea, and sending their messages of distress as written pity beggars stuffed in a wine bottle.

Then, Johnny ran. Ran towards the bottle he did. Again he picked the same bottle. Well, that's the only bottle we know in this story. The bottle, carried by his two hands, was tilted at a higher degree, carried above the level of his head actually, stretching his arms towards the cloudless sky, in an alignment with the sun. In the semi transparent bottle of green pigment (note: this bottle cannot photosynthesise) did Johnny had sight of a small note. A note dry, well rolled and preserved from the salty sea water by its tight cork. No time to hesitate, Johnny brought the bottle to the level of his chest. With his wits, twisted the cork did Johnny did, and as hard as he could. Finally, Johnny won the battle.

He then tilted the bottle and the note slided easily out of the neck of the bottle. Johnny held the note in his hands. The bottle soon found where it started with Johnny, the sand. It means, Johnny dropped the bottle......Is it a note of a call of help? S.O.S? A secret about an anonymous mafia group? A treasure map perhaps?! His breathing accelerates. He's taking in a little more oxygen than he usually does. The adrenalin level in his blood increases. His fingers then worked on the note, moving to roll out the yellowish paper, to see its contents. Then, Johnny saw, the small paper, stained with blacked ink, hand written, in English, of romanize letters, a message for sure, which Johnny had prophesied from the beginning a message which he now reads in that burning afternoon, on that very beach...a message...to all.

"HAVE A BLESSED NEW YEAR (2010)"
"TheLaVa"