Friday, 10 July 2009
Nora lived lets pretend: marriage, love,
Saturday night sex, all for show. A sham
that kept neighbours and family happy. Ah,
bless look at the newlyweds they said,
except he liked men and she turned a blind
eye. It was easier to play couples then ask
whose rules, whose lies.
'Your dad is so old; he can remember what
he was doing when the first black President
.....'Yeath but your mum is so old, she still
has vidpics of the clone Michael Jackson
.....Listening to the argument, Mike
wondered when his memories had slipped into being history.
It was the sunshine on his shoulders that
made him cry. He never cried but here he
was blubbering worse then a Barbie doll
bimbo. The coffin slide down into the grave,
a clatter of dislodged soil disturbing a robin.
Clutching his son, he felt the warmth as her
'He's the sort that thinks he can walk on
sunshine,' Marjorie said, reaching for a
.....Helen tutted. 'Now you now what the
..... 'I thought we were discussing
your mistakes in men, not my waistline.'
.....'Naturally'. Helen said in a light tone, before looking away. One…two… three…