Le Mystère de Pins Solitaires

His name was Solitaire, lonesome in English.

I’d seen him before around the village of Pins Solitaires, Lonesome Pines.

They say he was named after the pines there.

The place was awash with them.

Tall, strong stately pines

Like erections

His mom had abandoned him one night when a man passing through town asked her to go to California.

Her name was Josephine

She’d always wanted to go to Cali

And this was her big chance

However, Monsieur Big Shot didn’t want the kid along

So Josephine succumbed to her dream of going out West with this dude

She placed her son on the doorstep of the mayor’s house with a note that said, “Monsieur, le maire, S’il vous plait prenez soin de mon fils.” Mr. Mayor, if you will, take care of my son.

Of course the Mayor took great care of Solitaire.

He and his wife were not able to have children so together they raised Solitaire as their own child.

They even adopted him legally.

Solitaire, always lonesome, loved his adopted family, but just had this loneliness about him, a fog, a thickness surrounded him like a net, held captured in this fog he was a prisoner.

He had grown into a fine young man, tall, dark and handsome

Solitaire preferred to hang out in the pines, under the shade of those stately trees.

He loved their height, like stairs to the heavens.

The smell of the pines was aromatic.

When he felt a big case of loneliness come on he went among the pines.

And he was soothed.

As he approached working age around eighteen, he decided to make his career in the Pins Solitaires

Why not, he thought to himself, “C’est la ou ma vie est le meilleure.” It’s where my life is best.

He petitioned the City Council of Pins Solitaires to create a job for him, just enough money to get by and make a living.

They agreed that Les Pins was a state treasure and that someone should attend to them.

It was the perfect marriage for Pins Solitaires and for Solitaire.

He was happy there in the Pins.

Mostly, he stayed there in the midst of his beloved Pins.

And then one day a stranger came through the Pins.

The guy was fascinated with the Pins, almost as much as Solitaire.

He breathed in the aroma of the Pins scent.

And then he noticed Solitaire there in the Pins.

This visitor to the Pins was taken aback at his beauty and spirit.

Almost angelic in nature

He approached Solitaire and asked Solitaire, “Je vu marcher avec tu dans les Pins, S’il vous plait?” I’d like to walk with you in the Pines, if you like?

Solitaire responded, “Mais oui, homme étrange, tu peut marcher avec mon.” Yes, strange man, you can walk with me.

Solitaire and the stranger walked randomly in the Pins.

Wandering/wondering

The two became the best of friends in Pins Solitaires.

Legend has it that they’re still spotted together in the aromatic Pins Solitaires.

By The Barefoot Cajun

From: United States