Monday, 18 November 2013
Sunday, 17 November 2013
The Beginning of the End
He was just one of the dawn crowd rejected for casual work as too old, too young or a being a known union man like him. As he stamped away the cold a poster caught his eye. Missionaries wanted sons of Adam to build new Eden.
Inside the New Eden centre, a row of ministers sat behind the purple robed Bishop who said, 'Do you believe in the Word of God even when misspoken by Man?'
Bert saw his room black with damp and the days when left to eat what others threw out and answered, 'Yes.'
He was considered a soul that could be saved. Yet at the dock, dressed in a linen shroud with the others selected to be 'born' again he hesitated. Was he to turn his back on fighting for honest pay for honest work?
The first lash hit flesh before England even sank away from sight of the waving 'dead'. The faithful were to build heaven on earth not inhabit it. Bert bided his time and strength until near the promised land and then he and the living rose up.
Bishop Range, fought the hardest to live, slashing and cutting each hand that grabbed for him. Stabbing at young Jack, he was delayed long enough for Bert to get hands on his throat. Ever tighter his hands held on as he looked deep into the Bishop's eyes watching them become as lifeless as glass marbles.
From the bank he saw the old ship's sails drop and then full with wind on its way up the river to the distant blue sea. It's decks full of those wanting to return with the truth for a cold land.
In the blood-hot heat, Bert packed away memories, and walked naked into the forest as monkeys howled and jived along the branches. New Eden had its Adam. This one ready to challenge the unfairness of the banishment of those gone before.
Inside the New Eden centre, a row of ministers sat behind the purple robed Bishop who said, 'Do you believe in the Word of God even when misspoken by Man?'
Bert saw his room black with damp and the days when left to eat what others threw out and answered, 'Yes.'
He was considered a soul that could be saved. Yet at the dock, dressed in a linen shroud with the others selected to be 'born' again he hesitated. Was he to turn his back on fighting for honest pay for honest work?
The first lash hit flesh before England even sank away from sight of the waving 'dead'. The faithful were to build heaven on earth not inhabit it. Bert bided his time and strength until near the promised land and then he and the living rose up.
Bishop Range, fought the hardest to live, slashing and cutting each hand that grabbed for him. Stabbing at young Jack, he was delayed long enough for Bert to get hands on his throat. Ever tighter his hands held on as he looked deep into the Bishop's eyes watching them become as lifeless as glass marbles.
From the bank he saw the old ship's sails drop and then full with wind on its way up the river to the distant blue sea. It's decks full of those wanting to return with the truth for a cold land.
In the blood-hot heat, Bert packed away memories, and walked naked into the forest as monkeys howled and jived along the branches. New Eden had its Adam. This one ready to challenge the unfairness of the banishment of those gone before.
Saturday, 16 November 2013
Oh Lord this day give me a sign of your love
The shop was full of the clothes and discarded gifts that the good give to the poor. Drawers and wardrobes emptied for the hope given by the next purchase lasting.
Jack looked at the kid alone by the counter. One of the round slow ones, he thought.
‘HELLO...HELLO.'
Jack looked at the kid alone by the counter. One of the round slow ones, he thought.
‘HELLO...HELLO.'
Pedro said, ‘I hear, do you?’
Jack, smiled, and then turning his back to Pedro whispered to his wife, 'He’s harmless.’ Turning back, he said, ‘ It's the shopkeeper I want.’
Pedro looked up with tears in his eyes and said, 'You don't hear, I hear.’
Before Jack could shout again he was interrupted with, 'Let's go dear, I can't see anything worthwhile here.'
As the door closed and footsteps faded away, Pedro said, ‘I hear the chorus of newborn Suns and weep for joy.' But only discarded hopes were left to hear.
Friday, 15 November 2013
Love is in deeds
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Mr Seal loved Miss Penguin but was too shy to say. Then he saw Mr Fox puckering up to kiss. Yet still no sweet words came.
Miss Penguin, a no nonsense gal just kicked Mr Fox into a pool and fall on him yelling for help.
She got her wedding and a new fur stole.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
And you will find me brother
From the window of the hospital, the only view were snow flurries killing off hopes of an early Spring.
‘Look at me.'
His eyes opened but remained cold.
’Doctor, can he hear me?’
’Yes, he’s fully conscious.’
Tom reached down to shake a shoulder: ‘Dad…Dad, tell the truth, please.’ A rasping sigh was all he got.
The doctor reached over and touched Tom's arm, ‘I am sorry but I need you to leave now.’
‘Look, I'm his only son, and the bastard is going to be honest for once.’
From the bed, a soft laugh and a whisper of, 'No you ain't was all he got as final words.
Outside snow made roads silent and took away the colour of life.
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
By moonlight did we meet
The long moon had made faerie woods where we walked to the sound of owls. It was a night to remember until I kissed you.
I could had ran and it would have been love but I didn't, so your knife slashed my throat. They say you drowned in blood but we know I had just made you hungry.
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
A Missed Opportunity
Filla bent down to wash her hair in the spring. To amuse her Ombi cheekily shouted to a passing white woman, ‘Longapela winim!’
Lady Southfields, asked the guide, ‘I'm sorry, what did he say?’
Looking at the ground, he replied, ‘Erm...him saying you looking good.’
She turned, rolled her eyes and smiled at Filla before continuing her walk.
Ombi laughed and trust his body to and fro before shouting, ‘Pilai wantaim meri?’
Lady Southfields would indeed but she preferred softer flesh.
Lady Southfields, asked the guide, ‘I'm sorry, what did he say?’
Looking at the ground, he replied, ‘Erm...him saying you looking good.’
She turned, rolled her eyes and smiled at Filla before continuing her walk.
Ombi laughed and trust his body to and fro before shouting, ‘Pilai wantaim meri?’
Lady Southfields would indeed but she preferred softer flesh.
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