The Seedy Scene

Hiding from view in the dark lane way, he called her. The other end was answered by a woman, rather gruffly. “Hello”.

Well If she was expecting me, she certainly didn’t act like it, he thought a little displeased with her. After all he’d done for her.

“I’ve been waiting for an hour, where are you” he asked impatiently. ” I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold your horses” she barked back at him.

A tad annoyed, he hid in the protection of darkness and waited for his pick up vehicle, he didn’t want any of his gang to see him.

Someone was watching though. The watcher examined what, to him, looked a seedy scene. Peering through his tightly closed shutters from his first floor apartment, he watched. He watched everything.

Looming in the shadows, the large man dressed in a overcoat and hat, did looked suspect. What was he hiding? Sitting on the ground hidden behind his heftiness, was what looked like, a sack. Could there be a dead body in it?

The watcher contemplating what he should do next, was convinced something sinister had occurred that evening right across the road from his little apartment. He fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to overrate the situation. But, the bulkiness of that sack left him concerned, he was certain there was a body in that slumped looking sack.

000 he tapped on his iPhone.

“Police.. how can I help?” was the response.

I think a murder has taken place in the laneway across the road from my apartment. There is shady looking man hiding there with a large sack. I think there is a body in it. Hurry, please hurry.

The man in the laneway sees headlights approaching. Finally he thinks to himself. He grabs his sack and drags it towards the approaching lights. The car slows. At the same time red and blue lights arrive flashing, screeching to a halt beside the man and his pick-up vehicle.

The police get out the car and advance quickly “what’s in the bag” they ask? Before the man even had a chance to answer, One of the policeman grabbed the sack. “ why is this so heavy?”

The driver in the pick up vehicle is confused. She hops out the car? “What have you done now?”she screams to the man?

Darling, there was a sale in your favorite clothing store Jigsaw. You said you needed new tops. I bought everything in your size.

Never underestimate the lengths a man will go to to make his wife happy.

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Challenges incorporated

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/opposites-attract-challenge-april-8/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/tops/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/story-starter-challenge-april-8/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/vehicle/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/photo-prompt-71/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/page-228-line-19/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/06/photo-challenge-blue/

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My weekend

I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.

Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.

DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.

We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.

Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.

The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win

So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,

With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.

I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.

Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉

Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.

Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?

Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.

I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.

DOMS.

Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?

A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.

All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.

The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life

Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.

Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.

I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.

As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.

Can it get any Worse ha ha ha

My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.

Contract:

I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.

I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.

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Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/opposites-attract-challenge-april-6/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/puffy/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/03/word-prompt-memory/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/story-starter-challenge-april-6/

Magic set free

We once were magic

We set it free

Like a bird in an open cage

It flew away, we let it be

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Where will it go

Where will it land

Can we get it back

Will you again hold my hand

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Fly back to us

through the air

Like magic again

Release my despair

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Look after my heart

Please restore my hurt soul

Let’s learn the same language

Again us together can be whole

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Teach me to trust again

Surrender the evil sting

Catch me if I fall

Make my heart sing

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Let me believe

In your virtuous being

Honourable, righteous

Inspiration foreseeing

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Give me reason to believe

And you will again hold my heart

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These 3 challenges together in this piece. Thanks for great word prompts all of you ❤️

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/02/elemental-writing-challenge-april-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/your-daily-word-prompt-magic-march-2-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/opposites-attract-challenge-april-1/

Reflect

Smell the flower,

Smell the sweet

Take my heart

Make me complete

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The sweet smell of flowers

passion penetrates the air

Offers of love

Heart and soul laid bare

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We align

we connect

Breathe in air

We reflect

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Heart over head

It does rule

Truth is belief

I am nobody’s fool

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Reflect

Be nobodies fool

Sweet

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A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

Anger, light, love – she is the source.

Finding your yourself ❤️

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She stands behind

she is your ego

As if a dragon, she breathes fire

Swinging her fists

short sharp breaths

she is defiant

Prepared to fight

Prepared to defend

Her furrowed brow

In this instant

stay out of her way

she is righteous

She is unrighteous

she is your anger

she is your darkness

she is fury

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She stops

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She takes a moment

trying to find the softness in her

her tender heart

she takes a breath

her thoughts whisper I need you

she comes when she asks

she will stand with you in a storm

She will shelter you

surround you with her invisible cloak

she will capture your furious pain

She will protect you from wrong

Unethical

the evil sent by others

she makes you stronger to fight them

she will give you strength to fight for them

She gives you the strength to release what is not for you

she will protect you

and show you how to protect them

against themselves

she sheathes them, and you, in unconditional love

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She is the receiver from above

A source of love and light

She shines bright

she is your essence

she is significant

to you

she is your heart

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She is pure love

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We the jury, find the defendant compassionate, empathetic, kind and loving with a beautiful heart and soul.

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“When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don’t know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thought could ever be. Defining yourself through thought is limiting yourself.”

― Eckhart Tolle

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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/27/fowc-with-fandango-release/

https://cyranny.com/2019/03/30/instant-word-of-the-day-challenge/

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https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/your-daily-word-prompt-dragon-march-31-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/story-starter-challenge-28/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/opposites-attract-challenge-27/

The Elm Tree

Early morning, the sun rising over the clouds, the elderly man is out walking his dog. An orchestra of sounds fill the air. Birds tweeting simultaneously as if greeting each other with welcome to a new day. A light breeze whishes as the stones crunch under each step as he ambles along the long gravel road.

He pauses, unsure why, he gazes to his left.

He sees a trampled trail, curious, he changes direction towards the flattened trail amongst the high grass. His dog barks, “what’s up fella?” Bo his best mate the coolie dog appeared unsettled. Sssshhh boy, “it’s ok” he says as he ruffles Bo’s neck.

Ahead the old man notices a familiar Elm Tree. Big, beautiful, looking somewhat sad. Why was it familiar? He wasn’t sure!

The man was drawn to that Elm Tree. They pause for a moment. Bo whimpers. The old man sits down beside him. Bo seems preoccupied staring off in the near distance.

The old looks to where his best mate was gazing forlornly.

Up to his feet again, still, uneasy, under his magnificent Elm tree, something captured his interest.

A deep hole. He knew deep down what was in the hole. He was hesitant to advance.

He continued to stand under his Elm tree pondering what to do next.

Bo escaped the old mans clutches, lurching towards the hole, he dropped heavily and let out and almighty heart rendering howl.

The old man shambles towards old Bo and the hole. He lays down beside his old mate and cuddles him. Sniffing in his odor as if he hadn’t seen him for a while.

Bo seemed to quiet, as if getting comfort out of the old man’s affection. The old man looks into Bo’s sad face, both sensing the deep mutual love between them, the old man turns his head slowly and looks down into the hole. He sees a corpse. Taken aback, shocked, the old man recognizes the corpse immediately. Shaken, aghast, his mouth opened, he wanted to scream. Silence.

He was staring at his own mangled body, he stared at his own decaying corpse in disbelief.

He had been murdered In a bungled robbery a week ago. The murderers took his body to the old Elm tree, dug a hole and put the old man’s broken body inside. Old Bo, the beloved coolie was so distraught, he followed those wretched murderers, he growled, bared his teeth and threatened, so fiercely and savagely the murderers never bothered to cover the old mans body.

Every morning as the sun rises Ol Bo heads to the Elm Tree where he mourned his best mate until sunset.

Old Bo died of heart break one month to the day after the old man died. He lays in the same hole under the big Elm Tree.

Today the ghost of the old man and his coolie are seen at sunrise walking to the Elm Tree and every evening at sunset they are seen walking back to the old man’s farm.

Best mates

#fowc

http://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-corpse/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/it-all-started-with-a-diamond-ring/

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