Pat Sr.: Let me tell you, I know you don't want to listen to your father, I didn't listen to mine, and I am telling you you gotta pay attention this time. When life reaches out at a moment like this it's a sin if you don't reach back, I'm telling you its a sin if you don't reach back! It'll haunt you the rest of your days like a curse. You're facing a big challenge in your life right now at this very moment, right here. That girl loves you she really really loves you. I don't know if Nicki ever did, but she sure as shit doesn't right now. So don't fuck this up.
Pat: What the fuck? I'm married!
Tiffany: So am I!
Pat: What the fuck are you doing? Your husband's dead!
Tiffany: Where's your wife?
Pat: You're crazy!
Tiffany: I'm not the one who just got out of that hospital in Baltimore.
Pat: And I'm not the big slut!... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
Tiffany: I was a big slut, but I'm not any more. There's always going to be a part of me that's sloppy and dirty, but I like that. With all the other parts of myself. Can you say the same about yourself fucker? Can you forgive? Are you any good at that?
Pat: Why did you order raisin bran? Why did you order tea?
Tiffany: Because you ordered raisin bran.
Pat: I ordered raisin bran because I didn't want there to be any mistaking it for a date.
Tiffany: It can still be a date if you order raisin bran.
Tiffany: You know, for a while, I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. But now I'm starting to think you're the worst.
Pat: Of course you do. Come on, let's go dance.
Tiffany: Listen, I haven't dated since before my marriage so I don't really remember how this works.
Pat: How what works?
Tiffany: I saw the way you were looking at me, Pat. You felt it, I felt it, don't lie. We're not liars like they are. I live in the addition around back, which is completely separate from my parents' house, so there's no chance of them walking in on us. I hate the fact that you wore a football jersey to dinner because I hate football, but you can fuck me if you turn the lights off, okay?
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Sex on the beach without the sex
The hot Californian air pumped down on them, they sat in a circular shape on the pale sands of the Californian beach. His smile was from ear to ear, enjoying his mates and the occasion. His vans and slim fit jeans complimented his more reserved social contributions, he stayed involved in conversations, but always last to opinion. He couldn't stop looking Mia whom was two meters away on the other part of the circle. His eyes screamed like for her; her clean brown hair, her slim elegant legs, the bug sunglasses which covered her face almost, her cheeky little smile which resembled Kate Moss'. He got nervous sometimes when he looked or thought about her, this is because he was a virgin. It was chore like now to remain cool when round her. It was hard for his eyes to leave her.
It was chatter and more chatter at this part of the day, it was 2pm. His name was Josh, his best mate Frankie was next to him acting funny with a presence to be reckoned with, the usual. He was going out with Danni whom was resting in his lap. She was equally confident, long blonde hair and a deep, basement boys like voice. Other than the fact she was smoking hot, with her 'in the Californian females skinny size 6 club', her voice was one of the most unique and sexiest things about her. Josh tried not to be jealous, not of them, but for the fact they were doing all the sexual things he wasn't. Danni stroked Frankie's leg and Frankie returned it by playing with her back.
Remi was the the other side of the circle next to Mia, he was a half Brazilian American, good looking smooth operator. He had this unique ability to mimic other people and end it with an unfunny joke, but it always ended up being funny. He had this big bushy curly hair and muscle-less girls arms which was quite trendy those days. He was going out with Ophelia, the half Japanese next Gong Li. They were close, one of the most 'in love' couple in the group. Their beings naturally had this telepathic like ability to attract the other, they always touched and had the sparkle eyes of lovers.
Then there was Jake, he was an athletic guy, his sports frame was one of his best qualities and his obvious main attraction. Charlotte was a next to him, they were going out. Charlotte was the most sensible one out of the group, her ability to listen well and she always heard the others point of view. She gave people a lot of time, her presence was motherly. She was attracted to Jake, most people said because of his body and she notoriously denied that. But it was Mia Josh couldn't take his eyes off. A little sense of pressure developed because his friends knew he liked her, and they also knew Mia was single as well. Mia was a floater, a bit like Josh, which is probably why they were currently last in love in the group. Josh took the time to think it was going to be a good day for him to make a move. They were going to be at the beach all day and night because a party was happening. Then Dex turned up, in his far too much hippy attire. Josh looked at him and didn't know why people who thought they were cool because they sold drugs or something wore hot clothes in hot weather. He thought it looked stupid.
"Hey bitch" Frankie said.
"Yo" Dex replied.
Dex settled to the group and got out his stash of cannabis, ecstasy and cocaine. The entire group was 'putting in' for the drugs, it was going to be a big day and party. They got their money out, budled it up and passed it along the line to Dex's dirty but weirdly sexy self. He folded the money up and put it in his pocket. The drugs were layed on the sand in the center of the group, wrapped in plastic bags.
"Have fun" Dex said.
"Cool. Are you going to be at the party later?" Frankie replied.
"You'll see me and you won't see me"
"It's like that is it?" Mia said.
"I'll be around. If you don't find me, I'll find you"
Dex said this with a flirt that angered Josh. He thought what could this dirty drug dealer wheeler have that he hadn't got. It only annoyed Josh because Dex and Mia had flirted to and fro sometimes. He didn't know if Mia was actually interested in him, nothing led to anything so that gave Josh relief as well as hope. Dex left with touching Mia's leg, Josh wanted to punch him, but Mia was in tuned to her next thought in no time. Frankie was looking at Josh knowing how he was feeling, Josh was thankful of that knowing Frankie always had his back and was able to place himself in his shoes when others wouldn't.
"This looks like mad shit" Danni said.
"We are gonna get high as a motherfucker" Remi said.
"Too much ganja gives me a headache though" Ophelia continued.
"That's why we gotta take it in stages. Do some weed and do the whites later, don't mix it" Jake said.
The group were digging around at the drugs, taking turns to look at it. Soon enough joints were rolled and smoking was on the go, it was three at a time. Josh was getting high, his head was drifting to the sky, the laughter around him was potent, the smiles infectious. He watched Mia taking drags and the sexy way she exhaled the smoke. She held her joint with this cool downward way.
"Has anyone had sex on the beach?" Remi said
The comment brought a space for a second or two. Then everyone's hands went up except Josh, Mia's and Charlotte's.
"We can break that tonight" Jake said coolly to Charlotte. She responded with a look which agreed.
"Our Josh needs to break out though" Jake said.
"Tonight will be perfect. Lots of pretty ladies" Frankie said to Josh.
"Josh's luck will come soon" Ophelia said.
Danni had a quick look at Mia which she caught. Then Mia looked at Josh and saw he was looking back. They kept the connection for as long as appropriate before it got weird.
"Does anybody want to swim?" Mia said.
"You always want to swim" Danni said.
"Maybe in a bit" Frankie said.
"Josh?" Mia said and looking at him. Josh was on the spot and elated.
They took of their clothes to their swim wear underneath and jogged to the shore. Their friends watched them happily, rooting to themselves for good luck to come in Josh's space. Josh and Mia reached the shore and dived in. Mia was first, Josh watched her, her wonderful legs were dream like as they disappeared under the surface. Josh was getting a touch nervous, he swam trying to have fun but even the high off cannabis wasn't to change how he felt. They swam together and found themselves getting close. Mia's perfect face exploded off the rays of the sun and the sea water falling from. Her eyes were so large they told thousands of words.
"Is it true you are a virgin?" Mia asked.
"Yes" Josh replied.
"Your opportunity will come. You're a decent guy"
Josh was torn between Mia's comment from it being advice or was she was implying something. The longer he thought the more he didn't know, so he said nothing. But underneath he wanted it to be the second possibility.
The party was in full swing. The nightfall was upon, the Californian evening warmth sang distances. The stars in the sky sparkled, the huge bonfire on the beach made it's presence central. Tons of Californian kids were around, drinking, having fun and cutting it loose. Music was playing. Josh and his friends were on another part of the beach. They were merry, drinks were flowing, Class A drugs were on demand. Josh had taken an ecstasy pill, it hadn't come up on him yet, but things was moving very fast for him, he knew a rush was on it's way. Remi had passed a line to him, he did it, the whack hit him, he was rushing. He had a look at Mia who had cleared a line handed from Danni. It looked to have hurt her nose, she rubbed it about four times before she passed the next line on.
Josh was a little concerned for Mia, he was going to be because he liked her. However she looked to be swaying, she was late on social contributing if contributing at all, it took her minutes when it should have been seconds to get things. Josh couldn't stop looking at her. He wanted to ask if she was alright, but didn't want to come across as obvious in front of everyone.
"We should check out the music" Charlotte said.
"Yah. Great idea babe" Ophelia replied.
Then the Azelia Banks track "212" blared across the beach and the friends were more hyped than a the track itself. They made their way to the dancing area of the party. Josh was having a blast, his vision continuously panned around. Usually he wasn't a dancer, but he had high confidence this night and he didn't settle for the cause of being high. Pretty girls was all around him, but he only had eyes for Mia, who was a few meters from him. She was dancing hard, but all to herself. She looked like she was having a good time, but something didn't sit right to Josh, something even if small didn't seem right, she didn't look like she was in control of herself. Some guys had started trying it on with her, but Josh thought "noway hozay" and jumped in their because it was the thing he had to do. He pushed the guys away saying she was with him. As he touched Mia he thought he was either going to be in trouble or her hero.
"Are you OK Mia?" Josh said.
Mia looked at him, her eyes were zombiefied, so far away ten years of being wasted was the equivalent. She rambled off something in response, but Josh saw she was out of it. She had too much. Josh wasn't one of those nice guys, something he was pleased with even though he was a virgin, but a part of him had to look after Mia right now.
"You seem unsteady. Do you want to sit down Mia?" Josh said.
It was the same reaction for Josh, he knew whatever he said she wouldn't understand, but just getting her sat down was the best thing to do, so he walked her away from the music. Mia complied well, even though she didn't know much of what was happening, having someone to hold felt good. Josh's friends saw them, but he gestured to them they'll be alright. The friends were rooting for him again, pleased to see he was doing all the right things, and then danced away with smiles.
Josh sat on the sand with Mia, by a few patches of grass and stones. The music was a good one hundred and fifty yards away, the sea rocked back and forth in front of them. Mia was swaying in Josh's chest. He could tell she wasn't in trouble trouble, she just had a bit too much and needed to time to heal it. He got fantastically nervous though because he couldn't stop thinking this was it, this could be his chance to lose his virginity, but that contracted against her current state of affairs.
"Was it the hard drugs? Josh said.
"My head cannot stop spinning" Mia croaked out.
"Do you want me to get some help?"
"No. Just stay"
Josh certainly did. The nerves were getting faster, his heart was starting to beat out of his chest when Mia looked into his eyes. He swam deep into hers and saw drug fucked met with the beautiful purity, like one had possessed the other. She kissed him. Thoughts in Josh's mind raced like they were on a formula one track, he committed to the kiss. And soon he started to enjoy it. However it was weird, not because of the drugs they both were taking or the fact he could to lose his virginity if he held it together. It didn't feel right, he didn't want to take advantage of her while she was in that state. It would have been all too weird the next day, he didn't want to face that. He believed they both deserved better than that.
When he was about to say something he realized Mia had stopped kissing him (that's how much he was thinking!) and noticed her face was conked out in her chest - she had fallen asleep. Josh couldn't help to have the biggest of grins on his face, he thought "bless her". He just sat and relaxed into the scene, stroking Mia's hair as she snored away. Being a bloke, he was a touch upset he didn't get laid and more importantly didn't get rid of the V plate, but he knew after how much he looked out for Mia that night, they were going to be right as rain in the future.
Saturday, 9 November 2013
His feathers were too bright for the life he was living. He needed to be un-caged and that happened when he met a bird of his kind - inspired by "The Woodsman"
The alarm went off at 7.00am. He moved lethargically to shut it up and that is what he would have said if he had the energy to speak, he'd tell it to "shut up". Things were like that for him, as he rubbed his eyes trying to wake up, he peered around his rented flat, filled with weight on his body that suggested he was sick of his life. He went to the bathroom to wash and turned the tap on one dimensional, like his routine didn't take a thought. He let the water sprinkle over him, his body still with his hands on the wall like he was pushing the day away. So many thoughts went through his head during this part of his ingrained routine, a few of which were; he was stuck and needed an opening. That opening being entirely work related.
The train journey was one of the things which eroded him most, standing on the platform, wooden, programmed to be there on time for when his usual train arrived. He thought to himself to at least be happy for the fact he was employed and also had a job which was in the area of his degree. The groundhog day shit was wearing the life out of him though; seeing the same faces everyday, some so accustomed to their routine they actually implanted an exact spot where they stood at the station. His name was Walter, he was happy with the man he was, he liked his above average height and the fact he wasn't a bad looking fella. He was fresh from a three year long distance relationship, so he wasn't in the danger zone of loneliness turning to the desperate dating market yet.
The train was arriving in three minutes. Over the past couple of days, Walter had developed another routine, an observation one. It was a little blonde girl who stood on the opposite side of the platform. She couldn't have been more than fourteen. Walter thought she was pretty...not in that way, but saw an interesting special flower. She always wore red. She had been appearing at the station for almost a week, and always kept to herself, but looked like she was up to something. She had a brown skirt on which drooped below her jacket, it wasn't something to cherish which indicated it was a school uniform, but Walter noticed she wasn't like other school kids he saw in the mornings. She had a solo brightness to her. In strange ways Walter saw a lot of him in her and he began to look forward to seeing her in the mornings. Both trains arrived at the same time (as usual) and Walter got on, the girl still in his mind, but that slowly being smothered with the next episode, his life.
Sitting on the train was a killer, faces all around Walter were uninspiring, slapped ass' the result of slaved factory made zombies. Walter didn't want to be too cynical, not all of the people were like that, there were a couple whom seem interesting, like this younger man who always had headphones on and jotted things down with what looked like moments of inspiration. Walter thought that guy must be pursuing something worthwhile. However the train journey at least had one extra positive Walter thought as his state changed when he removed his laptop. Once it was fired up he went straight to his passion which was articles he was writing was for his blog entitled "Flying Strokes" - it was about birds. The latest article was flowing, Walter hardly had to put effort into the writing, it just poured. He worked with such pace, people to his left and right were perplexed at how someone could be so enthused at such an early time in the morning. They thought he was odd or something else, but for Walter nothing else came into his mind, he was engaged and in the bigger picture he was larger than that train.
It was an online news column Walter worked for, buzzing office, lots going on. Walter did like the fact that he was surrounded by people whom did like what they did after all, writers wanted to write and that was clear with how people got on with their day. He worked efficiently and didn't need telling what to do. He always came up with good articles to write such as the one he was currently working on. However this day Walter sat at his desk more heavily than most, he caught himself screen staring occasionally and had to snap himself out of it. The truth why his mind wandered was because he wanted to write about birds, his passion. His boss was a totally ass and he was visible at the other side of the office. He was a brute with the way he carried himself around the office like he owned the place, which he did, but he made people know that externally. Walter mentioned the bird writing to him once, then the ass kicked his chair away and stomped off. That occasion always flashed into Walters mind from time to time and he knew his passion was non-existence in his job, which was why his life was becoming draining.
Females around the office kept Walter going. He was an easy guy to approach, because he never tensed. Even though lately he was developing somewhat stress, woman walked past him and always greeted him. A blonde swanned past.
"Hello Walter" She said. Her name was Fen.
"Hello Fen" Walter replied.
"Do you have a good story for this column?"
"Good, I'd like to hear it sometime"
"Great. See you in a bit".
And Fen swanned away. She had a complimentary figure where each part of her body matched the other. Walter's eyes stuck on her for a bit, he liked Fen. He also knew Fen talked to him because she generally was interested in how he was doing. He wanted to ask her out, but never did because she was with someone. Then Walter's day got worse when the boss appeared in his sight.
"Walter. I'll need you to write column three for tomorrow" He said (name Dick, actually Dick)
"Ok" Walter replied.
"Make sure it is right. I know you'll do that won't you?"
"Yes" Walter confirmed. Then Dick dropped the papers on Walters desk and bopped off. Walter was furious because he didn't want to do more work at home. That time was for his birds and his blog.
At home, Walter sat in front of his laptop, ready to go. Dick's papers was to his left, his birds was in front of him on his screen. He juggled his eyes back and forth to each as if it were tennis, deciding what to do first. After thirty seconds he chose his birds and got to it. He had taken photos of some really interesting blue birds and was writing about them. The speed at which he typed was fluent and with an enjoyment not seen throughout 80% of his day. He had a break and didn't want to start Dick's stuff, but thought about his income and had to be sensible. He wrote for another three hours and almost fell off his chair, realizing he hadn't started Dick's work. Panic heated on his skin, he grabbed the papers fast and got typing immediately.
Walter woke the next day at his laptop and thought "shit". He plugged in the charger, as his laptop must have crashed when he fell asleep he thought. It powered up and to his relief Dick's work was done. He took a deep breath, even though he hadn't slept conventionally, he wrote about his birds the previous night and done Dick's stuff, so he should be alight.
"This is all fucking wrong" Dick bellowed, as he threw the papers back in Walters face. They actually hit Walter so dead on in the face, it could have been a comedy act.
"I want you to do it again. Make sure it is right for me on Monday" Dick continued and then stormed off.
Walter was angry, slightly embarrassed, as the office saw everything and the spotlight was on him. For a second he felt he was the target of a laser beam because he was getting so hot. He wanted to walk out. To say enough was enough. But he couldn't because he needed the money. When he collected the papers off the floor he knew it was certain he was trapped. Fen saw him from her desk and had eyes of sympathy for him. She knew Dick was a Dick. The office when Dick was a Dick, but he slammed bombs on Walter for the sake of it because he was different. When Walter got back to his work, he couldn't wait for the weekend to come so he could be free for a bit.
The park was tree heavy, stretches of green panned out at the far end. Walter had his camera, his head high searching the tree tops and sky. His face gleamed like a child's. Birds flew above him and he took pictures of them quickly, not missing an opportunity. He reviewed his shots, pleased with the 'friends' he encountered. He had a variety already and had only been at the park for twenty minutes. He thought he had some good writing to look forward too ahead of him. Then out of nowhere the girl in the red jacket was in his sight, about fifty meters away. Walter has knocked off guard. He saw the brown dress wasn't falling below her jacket, so she wasn't going to school, them he remembered it was a Saturday. She had a camera also and looked like she had something to do which kind of made sense to Walter why she seemed so interesting. She was in Walter's sight once again and he felt he had to say something, so he went to her.
The girl sat on a bench and Walter approached her.
"Hello" Walter said.
"Hello" the girl replied. Walter noticed her sympathetic mournful eyes first after the camera around her neck. She moved slightly and held her camera passionately.
"What are you taking pictures of?" Walter said.
"The birds. I'm a bird watcher" the girl replied.
"Really?" The girl had a sudden jump of excitement as Walter juggled his camera back at her in the same fashion. He then sat next to her.
"What is your favorite bird?" the girl said.
"I don't have a favorite, I love them all" Walter replied.
"Oh OK. Mine's a starling".
"Do you take pictures of birds a lot?"
"Yeah. I don't like school. I can't wait to leave so I can take pictures of birds for a living. If there is such a job?"
"Yeah. I guess. Photography"
"I'm the same. I don't like my job. I want to write about birds. I'm a writer"
The girl wasn't listening to Walter's last sentence, she was snapping at birds not missing any chances. Walter studied her and for some reason she glowed to him; her face, her jacket, her eyes, her camera. It all rounded up that he had met someone that was just like him. Then he noticed some birds of his own and got snapping. Now the girl was watching Walter as he took pictures, he also glowed. He seemed so similar and it made her happy for some moments.
"What's your name?" Walter said.
"Robyn. Yeah I know, like the bird" Robyn replied. The twilight sirens was going off in Walters head.
"What's your's?" She continued.
"My father is a bird breeder. I kind of do this for him, but I love birds anyway"
"That's really cool"
"Did you say you are a writer?"
"Well my dad is looking for a journalist for the farm. Why don't you give him a call"
"Really" Walter didn't know what was happening. He thought God was working so mysteriously it was unrealistic.
"Yeah" Robyn said.
"That would be amazing"
"Do you have a phone?"
"Yes" Walter took out his mobile and typed in the number Robyn read to him.
"Call him. I know he is definitely looking for a journalist" Robyn said.
"Thank you Robyn. I will call. You are one of the most unique people I have met in a long time" Walter replied.
Walter sat and couldn't believe the luck her had encountered. He thought Robyn was one of the most brightest human beings he had even come across. He thought about his job and suddenly it didn't seem so grey, shining colors were overtaking it with the opportunity handed to him thanks to what was sitting next to him. He felt like a door had opened and light shone through. Robyn was snapping away, Walter saw she had a commanding bird chirping on a branch in her line of sight. Then he saw some of his own and caught shots of them.
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
You're in for the ride of your life
He dumped her unexpectedly thinking she was a doormat. But he didn't know what he was dealing with...she was coming back for his ass
She was just about done with the usual house chores, the routine she had been accustomed too. The vacuum turned off, she looked around the hut, fed up, tired drawn on her face. The same old made it harder for her to carry the vacuum cleaner back to it's place in the corner of the room. She sat down at the TV and flicked through the channels, there was an old cowboy movie on she liked so she stayed with it. As minutes wore familiar feelings appeared, that her life wasn't appreciated, it had been that way for years now, the blank look at the movie almost got fixed. However she couldn't help to get distracted by her mobile, there were numbers she always wanted to call in it, but stopped herself because she thought she was a grown woman and had to deal with her problems like an adult - by herself.
He walked in the door, slammed his bag to the floor and put his rifle down. She looked at that and thought "him and his stupid rifle, he'd be attached to that thing if the hut burned down and he had to save just one thing". He headed straight into the kitchen to his usual routine - looking for dinner. It was done, Jean (that was her name) had left it wrapped in the fridge with extra care. Moses (his name) took it out with hungry grunts. That annoyed Jean, she thought he sounded like a neanderthal.
"I thought you was making chicken" Moses said. This also annoyed Jean, she knew she never said any different.
"It's lamb darling" Jean replied.
"I can see that, do you think I'm blind?" Jean didn't reply not wanting an argument.
"Well do you?" Moses shouted.
"No darling" Jean replied.
Moses added another couple of grunts and scowled around the kitchen preparing his plate. Jean sat trying to enjoy the cowboy movie, but couldn't help to feel half uncomfortable. When Moses was done in the kitchen he made his way to the settee and sat next to Jean. For a grump this day, nothing could change his frame. It was a strong man, large hands, dark hair, cowboy hat. For all the problems Jean was seeming to have in her relationship lately, she found comfort in Moses' presence. She loved his big rugged structure. She put her hand on his lap.
"How was you're day love?" Jean said.
"Horrendous" Moses replied.
"Do you see any kills?"
"You get bad days darling. You won't score kills everyday"
Moses grunted and took a swig of his beer, then another mouthful from his mans plate of food. Jean squeezed his thigh a little tighter, Moses was sharp with his next look.
"I'm eating" Moses said.
"I'm sorry" Jean replied.
She removed her hand. Moses carried on eating. Soon enough the plate was empty. Moses rubbed his belly like a big satisfied polar bear and had a stretch.
"Clean this for me darling" Moses said.
Jean was furious. Angry, she just stormed up, snatched the plate from Moses' lap and paced to the kitchen without a word. Crashing and banging things in the sink.
"Don't be hissy with me kitty cat, I've had a bad day" Moses said.
"And I have to pick it all up, it'll be nice if you could do something for me for a change" Jean replied.
"I do. Calm down"
Jean layed on her back just staring at the ceiling, letting Moses get on with it. She had too much on her mind to feel the pleasure of sex. Moses' backwards and forwards strokes got one dimensional, the selfish mind was only indulging in pleasure for one person. Jean thought how did he become so selfish. His hands gripped the posts hard as he got more aroused. Jean held the back of his head and stroked his spine for him to not suspect something was up. The unthinkable happened next, Moses slapped her a couple of times in the face, the hairs on Jeans body stood on edge. She was shocked, Moses had never hit her in rough sex. Right then she knew something was changing and he thought he could set his own rules when ever he wanted. He tried to hit her again, but Jean stopped him. He didn't try after that and carried on his straight line to his climax, not ever thinking about hers.
Jean was clearing the outside area of the hut, another duty that was hers, she was a tad upset. She took a moment to think about her life. She thought what had happened to her, that she never used to be this way and how she had become such a pushover. The next thought was her mobile which was still in the hut and selected numbers that was in it. But once again she thought she was an adult and couldn't go running back when things got tough. Moses appeared at the window with eyes on his vehicle, darting the looks to and from Jean and the car implying a familiar expectancy both of them knew. Jean filled up a bucket, got a rag and started cleaning it. Moses wasn't at the window anymore.
Soon, Moses exited the hut, just about the time Jean had finished his car and sweating.
"I'm going out" Moses said.
"Wait then darling, give me a chance to get ready" Jean replied.
"No I fancy going on my own" Jean stood still and was hurt.
"Let me come, we go to the mountains together" Jean said.
"Not today, I want to go on my own, I'll feel better on my own this time love. Just keep everything in order"
Jean didn't know what to say, the frog in her throat paralyzed her speech momentarily. Moses was already half way up the road, handsome as ever and his favorite cowboy hat on. The frog in Jean's mouth eased up a bit.
"Don't forget about tonight, we're going out a seven" Jean said.
"Yup" Moses replied. It was a muffled response from a distance travelling still, which he was. Jean just let him go, but remained hopeful about that evening. He was taking her out to the town. The thought of liquor, lights and music enthralled her, her eyes brightened, she hadn't been out in a long time. She also loved being by Moses' side when out socializing, his commanding presence made her feel tall, important and lucky. She walked back into the hut still hopeful.
It was seven, Jean had her clothes ready on the bed and had Moses' prepared too. She knew she didn't have to do Moses', that he was funny with doing his own clothes, but did it anyway because she was excited to be going out. But when she returned to the settee her excitement had started to fall because he still wasn't back. She was sick of looking at the TV and to watch another poxy program on her own. Tears broke through. Another ten minutes past and just when she thought the worst, that the night wasn't going to happen, Moses came through the door.
"Sorry I'm late" Moses said.
"Where were you? Jean replied.
"At the mountains of course. What's with the questions?"
"Come on we need to go"
"No not tonight darling, let's do it another night yah, I'm tired" Jean's soul punctures.
"Please darling, I really want to go, you promised"
"Leave it OK, damn woman" Moses shouted.
"That's it" Jean snapped back.
"I've had it"
"Then leave. You know I will. I'm sorry Jean, there is someone else. Take care my darling, but this isn't working out"
And Moses went to start packing his things. Jean tried to grip him, but Moses exploded a flash of anger towards her and pushed her, the first time he had ever done that. A chill went through Jean and she did nothing. Thirty minutes later Moses left with his stuff and his fucking rifle and drove up the dusty road in his automobile. Jean watched through the window in tears. She fell to the sink with uncontrollable sadness. But soon enough God touched her, she felt it, her mobile was the answer, and she knew it was time to get her life back. She held her mobile, found 'the' number and her state changed. Gratitude overwhelmed her because she remembered one thing she always kept to herself - she knew everything about Moses where he thought he knew everything about her, but he didn't. She called the number.
Moses was sat with his gangster rodeo friends at their safe house in the mountains. They were all drinking rum, having a ball. His new woman was there, sat on his lap, her blonde hair done in curls, her general actions sensual. The leader gangster was crooning on about how their gang had to take out a rival. The rest of them grunted along with agreement. One of them accidentally uttered the name 'Westley' out of turn. The mood went completely silent and the leader shot the man dead on the spot. No-one was fazed by the death, instead strangely perplexed like none of them knew how to act around the name Westley. The leader smoothed out the loom expressing it was clear Westley and his gang were their main rivals and they feared them, period. The room now held all these underworld rodeos holding fear, fear of Westley and his gang. Moses' lot knew they could never take that gang down.
Bang! The door exploded off it's hinges and appeared rival rodeo gangsters. Shotguns sprayed, gangsters heads exploded, bodies traveled five meters across the room. Moses and his lot ran for cover to the next room and under tables. Moses was lucky because his woman got a bullet between the eyes, which kind of acted as a shield for him, her blood slightly blinded his eyes. Westley appeared at the door, next to him was Jean. Their entire gang had locked off the safe house, they appeared at every corner, all wearing shades - their signature. Moses ran to another room, bullets followed him. His gang fired shots back, but due to the surprise they all were just too slow. Another man flew from one room to another. Blood splattered on the floor from angle to angle.
The leader fired shots back, but Westley and Jean made mince meat of him. Their shells took his hand off, sprays of bullets twirled him around and around in a sort of dance - the dance of meeting death. He fell to the floor. Jean and Westley's team inhabited the rest of the safe house, the war of shots and bullets flew like a quasar. Westley's side were just too good and fast, too professional, none of them got hit, the rivals were picked off one by one. Moses, the coward, made it to the top of the stairs trying to run away from the war, but Jean caught a shot on his calf and he fell to the floor in pain. He squirmed to the room and tried to lock it, but the door kicked back into his face so fast it was almost funny. He squirmed back on the floor when Westley was in his sight.
"No Westley, we were good, this is unprovoked and bang out of line" Moses whined.
Westley was like a cyborg, unfazed and unresponsive, his shades covering any sort of emotion. Then Jean appeared with her shades on, holding two Falcon pistols. Moses saw her and couldn't make out if it was actually her, a part of him liked her more, even if it was a quick thought where the main thought was on his leg leaking blood like a tap. Jean removed her glasses. Moses knew it was her, his selfish mind thought she was sexy, he felt like saying where the bloody hell had this woman been all the time he was with her. But he got in line when he understood what was actually happening.
"Jean" Moses said.
"When will you rats learn to mind your surroundings? She gave you a chance, now look what you've done. You did it all yourself" Westley said.
"Jean what is going on?" Moses continued. Jean bent down to him.
"I was good to you. You thought I was a push over. Obviously not. Oh well. Sweet dreams darling".
Moses was about to beg, that's right, beg to her this time. But he was out of time, Jean took Westley's shotgun, put it to Moses head, pulled the trigger and knocked his head off. She had a moment to feel the satisfaction run through her, then looked at Westley, happy. They walked out of the safe house with their gang. Jean embraced her home, her family, the people where she belonged, the place she forgot. She was the first one to pull the trigger at the gasoline which exploded a bomb of a sound, and burnt the safe house to the ground.
Thursday, 10 October 2013
Throwback story of a lovers first date away
They waited in the waiting station for their plane to arrive. He was pretty cool, reading his magazines, but nervous. He looked a bit like a lost puppy like everything around him was so new to him. When the plane was ready through the window, his eyes became still with looks of intimidation in them. His favorite pair of Ellesse trainers he had on dug into the ground.
"That must be ours" she said.
"Yeah" he replied.
His "yeah" had many variations in it, it could have meant many things; together with his eyes, one was clear, he had never been on a plane.
His name was Richard. He was a well strung together young man. He didn't whinge or cause a headache because he hadn't been on a plane, like he had a sick bag to hand as if he was a kid with a sweet bag. He put up with it and was fine. He ordered his Orangina and his simple plane food straight out of the packet. The stewardess' bum caught his attention, he had to control himself. Jamie was to his side, she was relaxing reading her magazines.
They arrived at their hotel room. They were happy with it, everywhere had this orange warm look and feel. Jamie got excited around the place, jumping out to the balcony like she could jump over the top. Richard settled down on the bed, unpacking. Jamie jumped into his lap and she put her arms around him.
"I love it. We're going to have a great time" Jamie said.
"Yeah" Richard replied.
That "yeah" also had many variations to it, which one could have meant they were both green, new because it was their first vacation away together. Jamie's face was bursting with excitement. Richard radiated sexual vibrations, they felt naughty so they had a quicky.
Later they got ready to go out for dinner. Richard noticed one of those Italian looking instruments layed in the corner of the room. He didn't know if it was for decoration or someone had left it, but picked it up anyway. He couldn't play it but used his mouth to make the sounds instead. He was being silly, but looked sharp in his evening wear. Jamie shook her head knowing it was one of Richard's foolish moments, she liked his sillyness, after all he was nineteen and so was she she thought. She was proud how smart he looked, she felt lucky he was all hers.
The place was plush with a cozy homely backdrop. It was a warm evening, the outside air waltzed into the restaurant. Being Brits, this whole experience was relatively new to Richard and Jamie. Richard looked at the columns of cutlery in front of him and thought they were trying to decorate the table. Jamie knew she was in for the real French dining experience. She didn't know what to do with the cutlery but braced herself for the French way which layed ahead. Richard couldn't make much of the menu bless him, the dishes were so adventurous, he tried his best, but his eyes kept wandering back to steak. Jamie edged him on to make an effort, that it was an occasion, so he did.
The rural decor complimented the delicately placed candles which swam around the place. Jamie was having the time of her life, totally smitten by it all. When the food came, Richard thought his plate was a mistake, thinking he had been given squid when he ordered a dish that had beef in it. He clicked his fingers high and loud completely forgetting he wasn't at home but at a French restaurant in France! He didn't need Jamie to remind him, which she did, that he'd made a big mistake. The waiters had the look of death in their eyes, clientele too. A waiter arrived at the table, un-movable face. He told Richard the dish was correct. Richard tried it and it was, and apologized, but not in French and the waiter cussed with heart "putain" under his breath, thinking "it's two things this English twit is guilty off" as he walked away.
The night stayed warm all night. At 11pm Richard and Jamie found themselves on a boat sailing down a stream with other holiday tourists. This was something Richard had planned and was a hit with Jamie, she couldn't let go of his hand and arm. Richard had a fulfilled smile - the boy could think. Glimmering flies flew around, a musician played on the boat. The strings and windpipes traveled, the gentle sounds hovered into the air and wouldn't leave. The couples and singles on the boat didn't move the entire time the music was playing as the boat floated along the stream.
The next day, Richard and Jamie explored the sights. They looked around the shops and were fascinated with how interesting the styles were. They were in this country so they thought they'd get stuck in. They bought these French hats and scarfs. Jamie was full of enthusiasm, posing animatedly for Richard whom snapped her with his newly bought mini camera he bought especially for the trip. He liked that camera, it was his first, it was a red, he held it proud because red was his favorite color. It was his turn next. Jamie didn't give Richard a choice, she manhandled the camera off him and made him pose. Richard was a sport, he struck fun poses. The pictures looked neat, their accessories matching the shops vintage collections. They were two buzzy Brits. The shop owner was charmed by them, which wasn't easy for Brits on French soil not attempting to speak their language, which Richard and Jamie didn't.
“This is a great first vacation away together” Jamie said as they both mucked about along the river having fun.
“I'm having a great time too” Richard replied.
It was a gig Richard had planned, it was pretty full. The rockers on stage filled the inches, they were on form. Richard was pleased it worked out, he didn't know who they were, it was a last minute thing he researched online for something to do on their break. He liked rock, Jamie kind of did. She was rocking hard to his right; a mild head bang with each arm going in a train vertical. The fans were nice, rocking hard happy. They kept saying things to Richard in French, Richard did his best so he replied with a smile and a nod. The band ripped the sounds of easy metal with a dose of catchy numbers like the Stones.
Richard and Jamie walked hand in hand in a park and settled to eat their picnic. It was coming to the end of their trip. They were joyful and felt they did all the things they wanted to do on the break, but a little blue they were going home. They fed each other some sandwiches they got from a shop that was alien to them, but thought they'd give it a try. They liked them, but one was minging Richard felt. He had something on his mind though and felt now was the right time to get it off his chest before the trip was over.
“Jamie I gotta tell you something” Richard said.
“It's not about having a baby is it? Because if it is, I'd be happy too” Jamie replied.
Richard was knocked off guard. It took him a couple of seconds to remember his Jamie and that she was being funny. His smirk resembled his appreciation of how she could surprise him.
“It's about the fact that I've never been on a vacation before. This is my first” Richard said.
“Really?” Jamie replied.
Richard said this nervously thinking he was going to look a bit silly.
“Well I've got something to tell you. I've never been on one either” Jamie said.
“Really?” Richard replied.
“Why didn't you say anything?”
“Like you. I guess I didn't want you to seem it was a bit silly”
Richard was relieved, so was Jamie. They laughed it off feeling lighter and embraced another thing they shared in common. They put their bodies close and giggled at the fact they popped their holiday cherries together. They put their French newly bought matching shoes beside the other and looked at the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Friday, 27 September 2013
She got the nickname as the rubber band because she injured easily. When the championships came her team feared if she could be trusted
The talent ran blissful, that was what could be said about her. She waited in between her colleagues, anxious, but with a determination in her headlight blue eyes which overcame her weaknesses. She hung onto the bar, too keen to kick her colleagues away wanting to accomplish her challenges as much on her own as she could. She began her routine.
She swung around and around and then a turn. Her petite and innocent frame looked too fragile to not have concern for her. The coach had eyes of encouragement, the colleagues were unsure with some a tint of frustration. Her name was Blossom. She was a fearful little warrior. She glided and gliding and a turn. Her hands caught the bar, the chalk bounced from them. She carried on.
A move came, her colleagues were cringing. Her hands left the bar, legs dived up, a turn and her hands landed on the bar again. Her colleagues kept cringing out of disbelief which was now on going. But Blossom was in the zone, swinging, a trooper with sheer dedication. She felt she was on the way to nailing a run, but butterflies kicked in and her arms started shaking. The big move was next, she swung ferociously, around and around like a windmill in full force, but her arm pulled.
"Owwwww" Blossom cried.
She fell from the bar and crashed to the mat. The couple of 'genuine friends' and the coach dashed to her concerned. The other colleagues turned away almost showing their backs. Their faces fed up, annoyed, raised eyebrows mirroring.
"There she goes again. The rubber band snapping" One of the girls said.
"It's so annoying. She is going to be the downfall to our team. She's not that good anyway" The other girl said.
"She is pretty good. But she is an annoying liability. She cannot be trusted" Another girl said.
"I don't know why she's still here. She should get the message she is a hindrance" the first girl continued.
The coach, the real friends and the medic rushed Blossom out of the hall. The colleagues huddled together, now showing their backs giving the sense of an unwanted presence.
In the medical room, Blossom sat up on the bed, her arm in the hands of the medic doing his thing. Blossom had the unique fire burning in her eyes. Even when injured, those big blue headlight eyes never stopped burning. She didn't see it, but from the outside in, their was something special.
"You've pulled a muscle" the medic said.
"Oh" Blossom replied.
"You injure quite easily"
"Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know"
"Do you think gymnastics is for you?"
"I love it to death"
"Do you get scared?"
"That's the problem. Try and absorb confidence, it might less the encouragement of injury" the medic said. Blossom tilted her head up, stars dropping into her headlights like they found a new direction.
All the teams of gymnasts were in the lunch hall, the scene held sophisticated and well mannered athletes. Health situated on every trey which included sandwiches, fruit and pasta. Little Blossom walked through, her chin high, good posture. Her brightness made up for her little frame. She passed most of her team whom eyed her whilst saying "snap" and making breaking sounds. Blossom didn't listen to them, blocking things out was a skill she was good at, then she sat with her two good friends taking no notice of anything else.
The team a few tables away carried on. Blossom and her friends kept their attention on themselves.
"Are you OK?" One friend said.
"Yeah. The medic said I pulled a muscle" Blossom replied.
"That's not too bad then" the other friend said.
"I'll be fine. I just need to get over it"
"Will you be OK for the championship?"
"Definitely. It's not serious. I need more confidence then I wont encourage injuries, that's what the medic said"
"That makes sense"
They sat connected, a tight trio. Meanwhile the girls on the other table had started flicking rubber bands at each other. And then one at where Blossom and her friends were sitting. Blossom dropped it on the floor and carried on eating, thinking forward, her eyes shining thoughts of inspiration.
The balance beam sat in charge, a force which spoke back "who dares next?". Blossom stood with her hands on her hips, nervous, chin low, but willing, anticipating the coaches next words. He said her name then she went to the beam and set herself up. Most of the team watched her annoyed, long faces on the verge of encouraging a failure. Blossom set off.
She tip toed, balance, tip toed, balance, wobbly, kept balance. She went down low, performed a stretch, her heels rattled, but her upper body was getting stronger, her eyes were gaining confidence. She sat, then smoothed her knees and palms. A little light bulb was shining. She made it back to her feet, easy does it, composed, a professional with laser focus on the beam. Walking, easy, walking, walking, knee high and a turn. She couldn't help to smile. The new found confidence made her feel like she was flying. Her two loyal friends happy for her, the rest of the team in the mix of confusion.
Blossom walked and showed off her balancing on one leg. She moved like she was in slow motion and returned to her feet. She focused and then was about to approach the Illusion Turn. The cheeky glint in her eye suggesting it was one of her favourites, but a moment of uncertainty caused her to over think, get nervous, lose focus, then her calf pulled, her foot twisted bad off the beam and she crashed to the floor whaling.
"There she goes, snap, snap" one of the girls said.
"This is so stupid. Isn't it clear she isn't meant to be here?" Another girl said. One of Blossom's friends walked within the a nose of the ringleader.
"Why don't you just leave her alone?" Blossom's friend said.
"She's too fragile. We'll lose the championship because of her" the girl replied.
"She is brilliant. She'll get better if you stop putting her down"
The girls turned their noses up and away, keeping their 'too determined' unit close. Blossom was carried out of the hall by the medic, the coach and her friends. Anguished face, a little broken petal.
Lights beamed, thousands of pairs of eyes placed, the floor, it seemed to stretch for acres like a pool player stepping onto a snooker table. Blossom stepped to the edge, her little novelty stature a sight of two things; something great or something not to be taken seriously . She composed herself, body erect, not one miller meter of her body was relaxed. Her team mates nervous but engaged with the occasion. There was an unfamiliar softness in their eyes which showed they warmed to Blossom and wanted her to succeed.
Blossom set off. She danced around the floor, twirl and turn, slide and dive. She moved as smooth as a warm breeze. And morphed into jerky movements, head up, robot syncs all in place, erect angles, nothing out of time. Eyes everywhere was on this bright flowers side, her teammates transformed and now smitten with charm. Blossom glided to ground, performing floor movements with intimacy, the carefulness of every ground stroke showed she was at one with her love. Then rose to her feet.
Running, high jumps, head snapped back, landing in charge. Her accomplishments held the arena. She stood in the corner of the floor, her feet planted ready to spring like a lioness stalking. She raised her head up and looked to the other corner an ocean away, confidence burned through her body, her headlight blue eyes like a night owl on watch. Every person in the arena wanted her to succeed.
She sprang, like a one hundred metre racer, cartwheel, back flip, back flip, shoot. She shot like a crossbow so high it was unrealistic, like her limbs were as springy as elastic. She twirled in the air, dived and cannonballed, then landed perfect, not a dashed wavered like her muscles were metal. And posed. The arena went into an uproar. Her once enemy teammates clapped and whistled like they watched their legend. Blossom smiled then skipped off the floor and fell into the hugs and braces of her team and friends.
Soon her scores were on display. It was 10s across the board. That brought confidence all round as a win. At the end of the day the team won gold.
Saturday, 21 September 2013
He ran away from things in life thinking happiness was somewhere else. His life became better when he learnt to stick - inspired by "The Silver Linings Playbook"
He ran through the streets, he knew them well now, but still a touch cautious with road signs because he hadn't been in the area long. He contemplated if he was an odd one because people said so, one of the reasons for this is because didn't own a rain coat, so he wore a black bin bag as a substitute. He ran anyway and out of no-where a fellow neighbor dashed into sight, in her own running gear and ran with him.
"Nice day" the lady said.
"Yep" he said.
"You're wearing a bin bag"
"I don't own a rain coat"
"Why don't you buy one?"
"I don't like them"
"So you'd rather wear a bin bag instead"
"What's it to you anyway?"
"Just curious grumpy"
The lady was called Samantha. She always has a unique mysterious look in her eye. Her professional looking running gear showed running was one of her things. She saw him running all the time and had now plucked up the courage to run with him.
"You're pretty new here" Samantha said.
"Yep" he replied.
"Where are you from?"
"Welcome. I see you running all the time. I'm a runner. Maybe we can be running buddies". Samantha said. He stopped with an uninviting picture.
"I want to run on my own" he said.
"Huh" Samantha responded.
"I want to run on my own"
"You're new, I've lived here for ages, we should try to be friends"
"That's fine. But right now I want to run by myself.
He turned and carried on running without another look to Samantha. She didn't follow him but stood with a huffed face, the thoughts in her eyes going in tons of directions.
His name was Mark. When he arrived back at home, after his shower he made tea and settled down to his laptop. The place was a one bed flat, small, un-homely indicating it just had a new occupant. Mark looked at his emails and went straight to the conversation he was having with Diana. The most recent one stated they were to meet that night and catch up. The email made Mark smile and he went into a ponder - about Diana.
They met in New York where Mark was briefly. They met whilst they were both on business. Diana said she lived in Philadelphia and if Mark was ever in town to stop by. Mark said he would, but wanted to surprise her further by actually moving there, showing his 'commitment'. This is one of the things which could have made him odd! But he got bored of New York, more emails showed that. One was with a lady he was dating but turned sour, nothing really happened anyway. After being reminded of that Mark closed up the laptop and did something else. He put on some music, underneath though un-settlement was the cause of him running away from New York, not sticking it out over those lady set backs and he knew that was the truth.
They met outside the diner like friends and went in. They sat at the table, ordered and chatted. They caught up, the conversation was easy, usual and mutual. Mark couldn't help the niggle of making a move and eventually did with touching Diana's hand, which she removed immediately.
"No Mark, I'm sorry" Diana said.
"Was that wrong?" Mark replied.
"Yes, I'm with someone"
The mood went stale for a bit. Then ten minutes later Diana was asking for the bill and the first to leave. Mark didn't leave with her, he thought he'd make the situation more awkward, he felt like an idiot. Samantha was in the diner and saw everything from her table, her mysterious eyes scoping mysteriously with brushes of slight jealousy in them.
Mark was running, bin for a jacket on of course. Samantha performed her ritual she didn't know was one and dashed out of nowhere and ran with Mark.
"Hey friend" Samantha said.
"Hi" Mark replied
"Can I run with you today?"
"I'd rather run on my own" Mark said, but Samantha took no notice of this.
"I saw you talking to Diana the other night" Samantha said.
"How did you know that?" Mark replied.
"I was there"
"You were spying on me"
"No Mr I think I'm so special. I was there. I am human and human being eats in a free country"
"So you should be mindful of her, she's not genuine"
"What do you know about it?"
"I've lived here longer than you have and people around here do know"
"I appreciate it if you stay out of my business" Mark said. Samantha gets angry.
"Why are you being such an ass? I'm only trying to be nice" Samantha said.
"And I only want to run in peace, so please find your own route" Mark snapped back.
Mark spits, not for it to be apart of the conversation but he just needed to spit. Samantha immediately spat back, but as a reaction for it being part of the conversation. Then she stops, fed up.
"Fine. Run on your own" She said.
Mark kept running. He was stressed over the Diana thing. He was going to move to a new place. He felt he was a nuisance and didn't have a place in this town. All the usual bullshit thoughts which kept him running away thinking the right encounters were somewhere else. But for the first time a feeling slammed him and he stopped running. For the first time his heart was commanding him to be a man, there was no choice. It was the situation was Samantha, and he turned back round and ran after her.
"Samantha I'm sorry" Mark said whilst both were running.
"Leave me alone" Samantha replied.
"I mean it, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude" Samantha stops, so does Mark.
"You need to relax more" Samantha said.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude, I just didn't know why you kept talking to me" Mark replied.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I like you"
Samantha is strong. Mark is transformed. His face molds into a handsome man.
"You do?" Mark said. Samantha didn't respond, hoping Mark would take the lead.
"I think you're nice, a bit nuts but that's a compliment" Mark said.
"You're wearing a bin for a jacket" Samantha replied. Both of their smiles stretched slightly.
"Wanna run?" Mark said
"OK" Samantha replied.
Then they ran in the direction they were originally going, spirited and pretending to trip each other up.