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In the beginning the path is smooth
Unencumbered, no burden
Heart and words gave only truth
Time moves on
I beg it slow
Thy wrinkles show
Now tired and worn
The road gets bumpier
We gaze forlorn
The trail walked
cracks were showing
The lights were on
Highlighting the path of knowing
parts were broken
Life is an lesson
Learn and live
Leave no words unspoken
Regretting everything she’d done in the past five hours, she said “Can I have a word with you?”
His eyes looked deep into hers, she could see the desire, sense the desire, smell it even. Like a snap shot, this is a picture that would remain in her memory, always. She had to turn away as she spoke her next words.
“I’ve never done anything like this before”
12 hours earlier, arriving at the ballet to meet her best friend, they were to see Giselle. Sipping a Dom Perignon at the bar as she waited, looking around the crowded foyer, she found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. So dark, it was like staring into the darkest night, dreamy, she was losing herself in this split second.
She felt goosebumps tingle all over her body, he was moving towards her. “Hello” he spoke softly , but there was something urgent in his tone. They were entranced in each other.
The stentorian voice over the loud speaker “the show will begin in 15 minutes, please take your seats”
Caught in the moment, did they hear the announcement?
She knew deepdown where this is leading. Thoughts raced through her head, should I? I don’t want this night to end. Will it? I feel like I’m going to faint, where is my friend? is anybody watching? My husband? Decisions
Together they found a quiet corner table in a dimly lit bar, captivated in each other, they talked, they flirted, the intrigue, the want growing by the hour, unable to end this, they walked the block to the neatest hotel. Neither caring who saw them. Shivering as she walked, was she cold or excited. He wrapped his strong arms around her.
She waited by the elevator, she observed, memorized every inch of him as he neared her, key in hand, room 2121. His hand brushed past her breast as he pressed the button
She knew at the moment she was lost. Passions ignited.
12 hours later. What would she tell her husband. She left the room without looking back. She knew deep down if she did…..
Did you feel me move
I’m playing in your tummy
I am coming very soon
I can’t wait to meet you mummy
Daddy lay your hands on me
Gently touch mummy’s tummy
I will be your most precious human
irreplaceable, no amount of money
I’m coming into your world
I’ll be here very soon
I’ll shine brighter than all the stars
More brilliant than the fullest moon
Nine months inside your body
I’ve listened to your heartbeat
dear mummy, one day soon
We are really going to meet
I picked myself a mummy
I picked myself a daddy
I found two people to comfort me,
Wipe my button nose, when it’s runny
I will be your adored little girl
No longer just a dream
You will look at me with love
Gentle words and eyes agleam
I cannot wait to see your face
I cannot wait to feel your touch
Swaddle me with your love
There will never be too much
What color will my eyes be
Blue, brown, or green
I’m going to have the prettiest eyes
That you both have ever seen
Do you promise to kiss me every night
on my perfect lips and nose,
Do you promise to play with me,
count my little fingers and toes
This little piggy,
Daddy can we play
Be by my side always
Never go away
I want to have bubble baths
I want to cuddle a teddy bear
but most of all I just want
my mum and dad to always be there
Teach me about this thing called life
I want to do everything
learn from all the strife
Teach me how to count
Teach me how to cook
Teach me the alphabet
And how to read a book
Lets pick flowers
Cuddle for hours
Teach me kindness
So my morals are the finest
Teach me to be like you two
We will run in puddles
Play in the rain
Eat ice cream
Again and again
I have so much to look forward to
I love you both so much
My best day is yet to come
When I feel your loving touch
The alleyway was a totally different view by daylight. The sinister shadows taking their vengeance by dark, intimidating innocent passers by, were gone. Now the shadows loomed larger than life, playfully waiting, to participate in a dance, to a tune that was yet to be played.
Not much action today, the watcher took a well earned coffee & smoko break. He picked up his packet of Marlboro, he knew smoking was not healthy for him, still as that thought passed through his mind, he lit yet another cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs, his mind turned to the sheer pleasure it brought him. Little did he know at this moment that smoking would be his demise one day.
While the watcher continued with his unhealthy habit, there was some potentially dodgy action about to take place in the alley. He says potentially because, it’s a gut feeling, and he knows his instinct is good.
An elderly couple hobbled the uneven lane, the old man stopped, Doris the crowd is here, they’re waiting.
We have to give them a performance like they’ve never experienced ever. Are you ready My Dearest?” Doris, a sweet hearted woman dressed in her brown wool coat, matching hat adorned with a white flower, her coat open enough to show her deep red dress covered in matching white flowers, her brown shiny sensible lace up shoes finished of this immaculately dressed woman. Oh how she loved dressing up.
Lost in a daydream for a moment, Joe and herself were a handsome couple. Impeccably dressed, charming and talented. They met at the opera 58 years ago. Doris was 19 and Joseph was 22. He was a conductor and she played violin. Together they were impeccably dazzling and brilliant.
Yes darling Joe, we must delight this wonderful crowd. This spot was as good as any, Doris thought to herself. There was a scattered few walking the lane, barely glancing at the odd old couple. Joe took his hat off his head and placed it on the ground, top down, picking up his stick, Doris’s face softened as she looked at him with love as he lifted his stick high into the air.
With a swiftness and agility belying his advanced years, he starts waving it all around. Joe stop, wait, please Doris says panicking.
At that very moment the watcher returned his watchful eye to observe the afternoons alley scene. The watchers eyes popped. What the? No! I cannot leave my spot for a minute he thought to him self.
“Leave her alone “shouted the angry watcher. He watched. The view from his room to the alleyway, was of an old man, he knew he was an old man because he was slightly rounded at the shoulders and knees slightly bent. Along with the graying receding hair line.
He thought himself a reliable source at assessing characters. I should’ve been a detective he marveled at this idea.
Oh what are you doing ? The streets were unsafe and noisy. People chatting without a care, cars honking, music playing. Everyone oblivious to what is going on before there very eyes.
Can they not see this? It appeared to him that this old codger was hitting a woman with his walking stick. He was waving that stick all around. The woman seemed small, probably frail, her small body hidden by the width of the man’s body, with his arms flying around, it made it hard for the watcher to get a good vision of the little old lady.
She seem to be ducking and weaving avoiding the strikes from the walking stick. Why isn’t anyone helping her. That poor dear. People were walking past and throwing things at them, they appeared to be laughing and smiling. But not helping the woman. Leave her alone you cantankerous old bully he shouted heatedly.
If anyone heard him, no one appeared to be making any movement or even acknowledged his shouts.
The watcher was contemplating what he should do next, he fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to exaggerate the situation. Like he did last time. OK OK so he misjudged a character once.
000 he tapped on his iPhone. Police.. how can I help? There is an old man attacking a little old lady with a walking stick in the lane way across the road from my apartment. Hurry, please hurry. People are walking past, no one is helping. What is wrong with people? Hurry please I’m scared he’s going to kill her.
“Mr Scout” the voice on the other end of the line spoke. “Is that you again? The last time this happened you made an error in judgement, how can you be sure this time?”
“I trust my own eyes sir” and it’s what they are seeing right this instance, violence, rampant brutal violence, trust me!
The roar of the sirens, red and blue lights flashing, stopping in the alleyway. The watcher is watching, he always watches, he watches everything.
The police delighting in the beautiful music,slowly moving toward the man from behind, they appeared to approach tenderly. Joe, oblivious to his surroundings is completely unaware of their advances. The man reaches his stick high above and hears, good afternoon Joe says the kind a police man.
Joe panics, and crouches down as if protectiing himself, fearful, confused, why is this policeman here Doris? Joe, this is Detective Bongars. He looks blankly.
Standing there is petite, sweet old Doris, holding a violin, she had been playing the most beautiful music. With a tear in her eye she’s looks forlornly at Joe. “Please play just a little more Doris” pleaded the detective. Well you just stop scaring my husband” she berates him with a soft smile.
The watcher can see her, scorning the officer, what is she holding? She looks ok. Huh? She’s playing the , umm violin, beautifully. Like magic. He had heard the sweet tunes earlier, but did stop to listen to the music.
The two officers and Doris are talking. They seem fond of her, they cuddle her delicately, then shake Joes hand, Who consequently is oblivious and they turn and walk away.
They stare up at the first floor apartment. Glaring, shaking there heads. Where are they going now? Are they heading towards my building?
Doris relieves her memory again of how her and Joe met.
It was love at first tune. Such sweet memories. They have lived a wonderful life, successful, happy, five beautiful children She was always pinching herself thinking how did I get so lucky. Two years ago Joe was diagnosed with dementia. He has never forgotten his Doris. Doris the beautiful 19-year-old he met all those years ago. Sadly that is where his memory has remained.
It was not a Walkingstick he was waving around, when he placed his hat on the ground he picked up his conductors baton, he was not trying to hit his wife, he was conducting the finest orchestra in Australia. In his eyes every day he heads off to work at some hall, where he conducts his Orchestra to thousands of people. But he only ever has eyes for Doris. The love of his life
Joe would never hurt Doris. Every day the elderly couple walk the streets, in Joes mind, he finds his crowd in some grand hall, as always the only one he has the eyes on is Doris.
People were throwing things at the couple they were throwing money, Joe and Doris made them happy, they made everybody happy, the crowd would cheer, people would clap, everyone threw money into his hat. The elderly were the unintentional buskers. Everyone around the streets of Melbourne knew Joe and Doris. Everyone except one person. The watcher
Knock knock. The watcher stayed very still.
Challenges incorporated. Thank you to all
This is my story
In all it’s brilliant glory
Escape the ordinary
Run to the extraordinary
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.