Feb 21 2014

Disappointment should be expected

Category: Generalfootlight @ 15:47

I first went to the Horniman Museum as a small child. My dad

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Feb 17 2014

On your doorstep – is too damned close!

Category: Generalfootlight @ 19:42

An innocent and generous thought. Pop to Sainsbury's to get some decaffinated Earl Grey for the Hubby. Clean out and short of options for afternooon tea. The shopping trip went like a dream, in spite of the fact that I couldn't see the product I wanted right under my nose. One assistant and some little embarrassment later and I'm on my way home.

As I drew up outside the house, before turning across the road in order to back on to the paved front, I notice that next door there are three people - two young men and A. N. Other who was hidden behind the others - apparently engaged in conversation. A gap appeared in the traffic and I swung across the road, then backed onto the paved area we use as parking. In the seconds that it took to do this, the 'conversation' had turned into what looked like play fighting and, by the time I had put the handbrake on, it was clear that there was no playing involved. One of the young lads had a knife. Without turning off the engine, I had already decided that I would stay put, lock the doors and call the police from the safety of my vehicle. This was not necessary, as it turned out. The victim had wrestled the knife from his assailant, who ran off immediately. I felt able to get out of the car and ask if my neighbour was OK. He asked me to call an ambulance.

As it turned out, someone in the house had already called the police and the ambulance but I waited around to see if I could be of further help. I gave a brief statement but expect to be seeing a policeman sometime later on as well.

At this point - an hour and a half later - their house is still taped off as a crime scene and the SOCO van is parked outside.

It was strange. The first thing Hubby asked was whether I was alright. I replied that I was fine and unhurt. He hadn't meant that. He had meant was I 'alright'. It was, after all, quite a horrible experience, to have witnessed a knife attack. But it was next door. These things don't happen next door.

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Feb 01 2014

The Conversation

Category: CreativeRosa @ 21:05

The Twisted TunnelThis is a short piece of dialogue which I wrote many years ago when I was about 17 or 18. It’s always made me smile over the years whenever I come across it and re-read, so I thought I’d share. There’s no context, so make of it what you will.

 

Would you like some china eggs?

No.

Some china petals?

No.

A lot of money?

Yes.

How much?

Enough to hire someone to shoot you.

I’m expensive.

I can cope.

Very well. I’ll give you 150.000 credits. That should be enough to have me shot and live comfortably on the interest of what is left.

Thank you. I’ll never forget you.

Yes you will.

Oh alright, I will. But not in a hurry.

No, not in a hurry. Will you remember me just before you die?

Yes, with satisfaction. What do you think it will be like for you when you are dead?

Oh, nothing much. Just emptiness. Peace. Freedom from you. Freedom from myself. Music.

Music?

Yes. Music of Paradise.

Is Paradise just emptiness, then?

My ideal would be.

How would you know about it? If you can’t think?

Who said I can’t think?

Can you think in emptiness?

I don’t know. I’ve never been there.

Maybe you just have futile conversations.

Yes. Maybe.

Will we meet up again? Will we be going to the same place?

I don’t know. Maybe.

Not much point in getting you shot then, if I’m not going to be free of you.

It’s a respite.

I don’t want to talk to you.

Why not?

You’re always right.

Not always.

When will you get me the money?

Soon.

Make it sooner.

Alright.

Can I go now?

If you want.

Do you suppose we’re already dead?

We could be. No-one told me.

Oh well. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ve got your coffin. It’s Jade.

Oh. Nice colour.

No, I mean Jade. Real Jade.

Ah, my Crystal Castle.

Goodbye.

Au revoir.

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