Cricket

It happens in unexpected ways, on lovely ordinary days and quiet bus rides home. Two men discussing cricket.. arguing over points or wickets or whatever it is they do. “My dad loves cricket.” I hear myself say.. to the window.. the girl in the glass.

“Grown men standing around on the grass all day.”

“You’d like it if you understood.” he’d say. So I’d sit a while and listen and watch his eyes glistening, glued to the screen, as he’d try to explain the mind-numbing game.

“Hmmmmm…” I’d say….and he’d wave me away with mock disdain. “You’re all like your mother. Go…play with your hair. Phone your friends and go somewhere.”

“Awe… Dad… don’t be that way.”

“Go on. Go on….and don’t come home too late.”

The Last Goodbye

Drawing of beautiful, sad young woman, titled 'Another Sad Love Song' by Lee WildeAre you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest.

“No. I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth. “I just can’t.”

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Elevator

elevator

Elevator. Ascend. Thoughts of… nothing. Then, a friend. Long ago. Soft, ever-present ache. Vhooooooom…. reflected silence, smooth and cool, the back of my hand against the glass. The past is the past is my mountain, my hill, is an undissolved pill without resolution or hint of an end, remembering faces of long ago friends. BING! This is me. I straighten my dress and step out.

Murder at Beare Park

Summer rain over the bay. Lit by a pale amber street lamp, drops fall like sequins past my window. Suddenly a MAGNIFICENT BOLT OF HORIZONTAL LIGHTNING over the water obliterates for several seconds a passing ship and cast an electric-pink glow across the underside of the clouds above. I’ve never seen lightning behave that way.

To think… this day I felt so tired…. drained and uninspired. I sensed the sidewalk stained with unrealised hopes and desires of my fellow city workers. Wondered if I too would melt away….leave my story unfinished another thousand days.

ANOTHER PURE WHITE SLICE ACROSS THE SKY! Exquisite violence! AND AGAIN THE SKY IS SHAKEN WHITE..Beare Park, bright as day, 8.52 at night.

Pouring down now. Massive thunder rolling in from the sea, frightens poor dogs.
JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS LOUD!!!!!! THUNDER CLAP DIRECTLY OVERHEAD. ALMOST IMMEDIATELY THE SKY ABOVE THE BAY FLASHED WHITE AGAIN AND THERE WAS A SOUND LIKE…..3 GUN SHOTS one after the other, which caught me off-guard and I screamed! No, really! Was that thunder? Lightning? What the hell WAS that?