Constructing a Magic Realist Narrative Worksheet

Hi all,

Here's my attempt to invent a story from the answers to the questions from last Friday:

Paul was a poor musician who lived in a small village, not far away from the Big Valley. He had the saddest of the souls, and in the Valley it has been raining since he was born, forty years ago. He was playing his flute when he first saw an old man. The old man had the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. Paul thought that he was the only sad soul in the Valley, so he was really amazed. Then he saw his wings, and he understood. He went home and told her wife: "I've just found my father, the one who flew away when I was just a kid". "Let's take him home and give him some food, then", answered the wife. And so they did. Paul was playing his flute when they arrived at the village. His music was much more moving than any other music anyone in the village had ever heard. Then, they saw Paul's father, with his sad eyes and his wings, and they began to wonder who he might be. Some said he was an angel, as only angels have such sad eyes. The priest didn't believe that. He said that Paul was also a very sad man, and he wasn't any angel, so it was nonsense to think that the old man might be one. He probably was a jinn, a very powerful spirit from the desert, who may make dreams come true just by staring at his wings. He said that it was obvious that Paul asked him to play the most moving of the musics when looking at him. The rest of the village agreed with him, and decided that they also should ask for their dreams to come true. Paul's father was very hungry, so he ate all the food that Paul's wife served him. Paul and his wife kept him in the kitchen, as he ate and ate without ending. Paul saw how all the food they had stored for the winter was being eaten by his father. But then the people from the village knocked at Paul's door and asked to see the old man. Paul didn't want his father to be shown, but he remembered his empty storage and agreed to let people look at him, charging everyone with a silver coin. When every single person in the village had asked for his dream to come true and, after that, went back home, eager to check if the priest was right about him, Paul began to play his flute again. It was during his play, just a few hours after having found his father that he saw him opening a window, spreading his wings and flying away.

I beg you not to be very severe about it. That was just an attempt, remember? Apart from the tough critics I suppose the text may receive, I guess that from it you may get my answers to the questions, right?

Aniol