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What one grows – If I don’t want it, it’s a weed

11 Dec

Lizzy, Lizzy in a tizzy

How does your garden grow?

With fragrant roses to tickle our noses,

and friendly daisies all in a row.

 

But I cannot see, that tiny tree

that I ponder sat just there.

 

Oh that little tree, no longer part of me

T’was torn from the earth, given no berth

And while I am kindly, it was done quite blindly

that little tree, that’s no longer part of me

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Chapter 2 Part 3

4 Oct

It was a warm autumn eve as the sun slowly set.  Although cloudless and calm, it was still not dark enough to see the twinkling stars. Ensconced in his chair by the window, he stared. He stared at the blank screen, and stared. If only this was a Stairmaster he would be in better shape.

“I have nothing, there’s nothing. I’m stuck – stuck – stuck.”

“It happens, you’ll get through it” quipped Red as she plunked down on the couch. “I’m having some friends come over later tonight, I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“It’s not like they’re going to interrupt my writing? Is it?”, as he bit down on the cigarette holder. “As long as it’s not that imbecilic pirate.”

“No it’s my reading group. I don’t believe he is the type interested in 20th century literature.” Red said as she un-plunked herself and proceeded straightening the room.

“And which book is it?”, he asked still staring at the screen, incompetently pretending interest.

“The Stranger, by Albert Camus,” Red  replied while setting out the dishes and inspecting the wine glasses for bits of lint and water spots.

“Ah, 20th century pretentious existential angst.”

Red coyly looked towards him saying, “Feel free to join us, if you wish.”

“I will continue my solitary Sisyphean task; if I need an interruption, I will join your absurd parlay regarding the termination of an Algerian on the sands of the Mediterranean.”,  eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Spoiler alert! Now you’ve ruined it by giving away the ending.”, Red quipped sardonically.

“Well then, I guess you should call them and tell them to forget it.”

“I might consider that if they weren’t already here” gleefully saying that she processed towards the door just before the knocking.

‘Suddenly-all hell broke loose!’ he typed onto the screen.

Chapter 2 Part 2

1 Oct

His mind was fogged, nebulous as the mist of a spring morn, waiting for the caffeine sun to burn it off; but this wasn’t morning but a late evening following a sumptuous repast and surplus of wine – re-reading a binding contract he did not recall, while attempting to nosh a dessert that fragmented his consciousness with its overpowering pleasure he could only describe as a mouth orgasms. While pursuing, bits of creamy drool dropped over the document.

“You, wouldn’t have that, that problem if you didn’t eat with that stupid cigarette holder in your mouth.” quipped Red.

“It’s my style.” he drolly stated

Protestations from the cat indicated a desire to exit the premises.

Red, “I’m going to let the cat out.”

“Yes, yes, I see that in the contract here, and here, and here! I do believe that was not what I was thinking of when I stated that ‘you should put the pussy out at night.’  In fact, as I recall, I don’t own a cat, or more precisely – no cat owns me.”

“It was open to interpretation.”

Chapter 2 Part 1

30 Sep

Hands gripped the steering wheel. The narrow mountain road was slippery in the winter mist. These tight curves and undulations were more dangerous than that blonde from the 2 weeks prior. She was a slippery one too; more slippery than he cared to remember. At first he thought Mike was a diminutive for Michelle, little did he know. Mike also made him crash and burn. He shuddered to think of it, just for a split-second losing control as the vehicle fish-tailed around the curve, he deftly regain control as if he knew what he was doing.

“Dinner”, Red called.

“My Lord woman, you almost caused me to drive off the cliff.” He said clinching his cigarette holder between his teeth, swiveling it back and forth.

“Pause the game; you can get back to it after dinner.”

Throwing down the controller and drifting into the kitchen, he exclaimed: “What the hell is this!”

“It’s dinner”, she sarcastically indicated.

“This isn’t a dinner. This is a feast of the gods.  And that is just what you presented; heaven knows what you have in the kitchen. Did you have this delivered? Because I didn’t see any delivery vans.”

“Well, after I cleaned your kitchen I went shopping and bought a few things – threw this together for dinner.” she said adroitly opening and pouring the Chianti.

“Red, you don’t mind me calling you Red do you?”

“Why should I start now?”

“Well Red, I have a myriad of questions, not the least is what is your actual name. But first, what are you doing here?”

“You hired me. I didn’t think you would remember, so the contract spells out our duties and obligations.”

“You hired a lawyer to write an employee contract?”

“No, I am a lawyer.”

“Really?”

“Yes and I am residing upstairs, in the empty suite.”

“Excellent. I always wanted an attorney living upstairs.  The herb crusted rack of lamb is excellent, and the potatoes Boulangère – best ever. How did we meet?  Whatever I’m paying you, I’m sure I can’t afford it.”

“We met in camera when you are attempting to get a restraining order against Mike. I was Mike’s attorney. I was filing restraining order against you.”

“Well,  did Mike go home with my attorney?”

“I think he may have.”

“This meal has been fantastic, better than the most exclusive restaurants-what’s for dessert?”

“Let me thrash a batch of whipped cream.”

“Be quick about it, I have a game to finished!”