Author: Finnhart PM
Charlie Prince, now a dead man, reflects on his life, from his tumultuous childhood to his very first meeting with Ben Wade to the day he was murdered. Was his life a waste? Or had he always been ready to die? PLEASE READ&REVIEWRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,972 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-06-10 - id: 5874269
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Author's Note: This is written in first person from Charlie's perspective, so some 'mistakes' in the grammar are intentional, as well as the clunky narrative, to give the text the feel of Charlie's voice.
Disclaimer: Charlie Prince belongs to Elmore Leonard, author of the short story 'Three-Ten To Yuma', and my interpretation uses the 2007 embodiment of Charlie Prince, courtesy of the screenplay writers Halsted Welles, Michael Brandt and Derek Haas and the actor Ben Foster. No profit is made from this.
'Goodbye horses, I'm flying over you.' - Q Lazzarus. In a Hindu philosophy (The Bhagavad Gita) five horses are representative of the five senses - the things that keep us anchored in our physical existence, where we typically believe all is earthly and finite.
THE NAMING OF THE PRINCE
When I was dispensed from my mother's womb, I remained unnamed, at least by regular standards, for a length of days that I cannot count on both my hands. Papa Prince, though not lawfully married to my mother, who I was never approved to dub 'Mother', but rather 'Mama', decided that I would just be Little Prince. Baby Prince. Princeling. These are the names by which I was known for the initial weeks of my life. Finally my Mama had the idea that she ought to write of me to her Mama, that is my Grandmother, who I am required to dub 'Mooma', though I am not sure why, and I have never met her anyway and she is probably dead now, so the consequence is little. Mama felt that it would not be correct to write of me without proper naming when addressing Mooma. She penned the entire correspondence, leaving long gaps where she thought to insert my name afterwards. Mama and Papa Prince held long conversations (so I've been told) about the subject of my naming, at least as long as a woman can keep in conversation with a drunkard. After the discussion of my naming was ended, Papa Prince did not care what I was to be named, but required that whatever I was to become in life, I would be a Mister Prince. Even though Mama and Papa Prince never got rightly married.
Mama had free rein to name me how she wished, but she had left considerable gaps in her correspondence wherein she intended to insert my name, much bigger gaps than any ordinary man's name would fill. This is how I came to be named so lengthily. I will never know if Mama pre-thunk what she was writing afore she wrote it, or whether she let the ink choose the name for her as it swam over the page, but since that moment I have been rightly named as most proper people are, albeit a ridiculous name:
Charles Mordecai Eli Prince.
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