Another story....The House By The Sea...enjoy

House by the Sea
Winston Sorethumb was an individual who many people had come to admire. He was indeed a traveling salesman, but unlike other sales men of his stature, he did not lie to his customers. If in fact the elixir did not work, he did not tell the customer it worked. If the elixir was not more then a bit of whisky watered down, then, in fact, he would tell the customer it was watered down, and for that, he did not make many sales but made lots of friends. Winston wore what some would call a peculiar outfit. Upon his head was black top hats complimented by a blue tuxedo with a red bowtie in the center of his neck right below his Adam’s apple. He had a pair of green eyes that matched the leaves he plucked from the trees and hair the color of a dirt road.
On one particular evening, he found himself roaming the countryside of Belgium, and he saw a particular house of interest. A pale green moss covered the house, but it did not make the house look ugly at all, but rather distinguished. The roof was pumpkin orange, which made the distinguished look have an eerie touch. He was carrying his bag full of crumpets and drumets, and elixir and pictures and contraptions of the weird sort, one would wonder how he could fit it all inside the tiny blue bag he carried over his shoulder. This house intrigued Winston so much that he went up to the door and knocked on it three times. It was made from a sort of violet wood, a rare wood, unspeakably rare. He waited a few moments, then peeked his head through the oval window and saw a crooked spine of a man at his desk he was writing something on a piece of parchment paper. The man got up and went to the door Winston smiled blissfully ready to greet the old man, when out flew the piece of parchment paper. Winston picked it up curiously, and on the parchment paper were letters big as a goldfish stating “GO AWAY.”
But Winston wasn’t going to go away. He was a persistent man, and with his persistence, he was going to make a sale to this old man who lived in this house whether he liked it or not. Granted the evening was begging to show its true colors and the sky was now shaded with multicolored mostly orange and yellow blots from the sun. Yet he still hadn’t made a sale, and he knew that within these quarters of the house could not be a poor man, but a man who was wealthy. Winston for the second time knocked, with even more power than before, part of the wood chipped as he knocked on the door. He picked it up the piece of wood that fell off the door and stuck inside his blue bag right next to an elixir of a sapphire sliver color.
He peeked inside and watched the old man as he wrote energetically with his feather pen. But to Winston’s surprise, the old man had opened the door, and then handed Winston the parchment paper, then quickly shut the door. The words on the paper were quite clear of the old man’s intentions. The words stated: “GO AWAY OR I SHALL BRING MY CANE TO YOUR HEAD.” Winston smiled at the old man’s intentions of bringing his cane to his head. This was much fun for Winston, in fact it’s the most fun he had all year.
Winston now more attentive saw that this man was angry and possibly was going to hurt him with his cane. He needed much more of a persuasion to get the man out of his house. But what? Then he looked up and saw that the moss along the side of the house was a makeshift ladder into the attic of the house. But that was Winston’s last thought to enter the house via the attic, but no that would be rude of him. This time instead of knocking he screamed at the top of his lungs “Sir, I mean you no harm” but there was no response. He peered, and saw the old man putting on his white coat and a white hat, and then reaching over into the closet brining out a large curved wooden cane. On top of the wooden cane was a large gold ball which he gripped as he walked toward the door.
Winston straightened his jacket and put on a smile, just like he would for any other customer. The door opened slowly, this time the man behind it, could be seen more clearly now. He had wrinkles, which lead to more wrinkles; his eyes were a pale burgundy. There was a strange heavenly glow about him, which Winston could not place. Under his eyes were black strips of sleeplessness. Since Winston was taller then the old man, the old man looked up from underneath Winston and stared for a few moments. Winston still had a beam, but didn’t say anything. “You are a persistent young man aren’t you” Winston just nodded. The old mans clean-cut angry face, now became a large smile. “Do come in, I do wonder what it is that is so important to sell” the old man said. Winston now smiled as he walked into the house he noticed the walls were filled with paintings, paintings of men and women running stark naked, pictures of boats, pictures of animals in the woods. The man now walks toward Winston and pantomimed for him to make his pitch. Winston brought out of his blue bag a picture; the picture was of an ugly woman with warts on her nose, and wrinkles on her face. She wore a transparent vial over her face. He placed it on the floor, “This good sir…” “Is my wife?” the old man said grimly interrupting Winston.
Winston stood quietly and let the old man stroke the ugly woman’s face. “My name is Winston Sorethumb, and I do believe, I can’t sell you this painting, for the frame work is done, poorly, but if you would like you can have it for a low cost, I am a traveling salesmen I can not lie to you kind sir” Winston said smiling at the old man. The old man now laughed gingerly. “A sales man that tells the truth, that is a rare site to see, but I am glad that you haven’t lied to me, this painting that you are trying to sell to me, is a picture of my wife“ the old man said. “Your wife it is indeed, I do apologize to you, if you want I can give you the picture for free” The old man nodded his head, he grabbed the picture from the floor, and placed in an empty spot next to paintings of two little girls dancing in the forest. “You are a poet,” Winston mentioned. “Yes yes I am a poet, and now you know it, but I must ask you to leave, for I am off to sea, I am sorry, I do appreciate the company, but I have a journey I must complete ” “Off to sea? You say, but how is this possible, you are far away from the sea, there is no boat or dock to carry you” “Ah but that is were you are wrong, I don’t need a boat or a dock…” “Sorry sir” “That’s quite alright, your persistence, has paid off for you have made a sale, without making money, but now I must ask you to leave if you please if you don’t I will be late.” Winston tipped his hat at the old man, and walked out of the house.
Winston felt like he had something missing, something of utter importance, he felt for his blue bag “That’s it” he screamed. He knocked pounding on the door with extreme caution, knocking down more and more wood. But the old man did not answer the door, so Winston of course opened the door but found himself stretching his feet to walk in to the house, because it had now ascended above the ground, he was hanging by the foot of the porch, he looked down and saw the dirt road and trees bellow him, he now climbed and tugged then finally the old man with a face of sternness helped Winston up. He pushed him inside his house and grabbed his cane and whacked it over the head of the traveling salesman. Without saying anything the old man went into the other room and Winston followed
“You shouldn’t have come back for your bag Winston” the old man said. He grabbed it and threw it at Winston. “I would have thrown it out my window” Winston nodded. “Why are we up in the air” he said with a frog in his throat. The old man said nothing, just pointed out the window. Sorethumb went to the window of course out of inquisitiveness; he saw nothing but the blue ocean, what is even stranger is that some of the other country houses were doing the exact same thing. Could this be some sort of hoax, Winston thought. Winston sighed, his smile went away and now the old man, had to tell Winston the truth, as Winston had done not too long ago. The old man sighed this time. “Where are we going?” Winston said. “To the house by the sea” the old man said. Now Winston was both excited and nervous, that he was in company of this strange old man, in this outlandish flying house. “Why are there other houses flying, I am very much confused old man” Winston said inquisitively. The old man just laughed a belly laugh. “Well you see, those who travel to the house by the sea, are greeted by a great magician who offers you great peace” Winston smiled. “But if I may say, you seem at peace already, you seem to be a joyful soul, despite your earlier attics” “You are correct to some accord I am going to the house by the sea to be at peace” “You mean?” “It is my time” he pointed out in front of his house. Winston saw a white light beaming through the windows and he opened his eyes widely and then fainted.
When he awoke he saw the glimpse of many older men and women, even some young children crowding around him. “Welcome to the house by the sea” an angelic voice said. Winston looked around and saw a man dressed in white, he appeared to have a golden staff of some sort, but his beard was black as ravens. “Am I dead?” Winston asked. But the man didn’t say anything.