DESCRIPTION
This is tricky so only done the first chapter. It follows the story of a woman and a man who have a deformed child which dies at an early age. A year on and they decided to end their relationship. What is different is the way in which it is written. It has no speaking in and is done all by thought. Very good to do, but too hard to do a story. So here is the first chapter. [1,078 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I have been writing poetry for 10 years and am now moving into short stories [November 2005]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (7) Charon (Poetry) A poem about the mundane views of life and how it's never ending boring cycle. [141 words] [Mind] Concorde (Poetry) A farewell poem to the Concorde. [247 words] [History] Eternal Friend (Poetry) A simple but nice love poem about a friend [93 words] [Romance] The Guru (Poetry) A song written by me and performed by a band called the smoking seasons. if you want to hear the song please email me and i'll get you a copy emailed. [150 words] [Spiritual] The International Language (Poetry) Not really a poem, but it's true in every aspect. [14 words] The Writer's Twist (Short Stories) Frank Damper is a writer a good one, he leads a pretty straight forward life until a strange man appears at his door step with a new story. Who is he and what is really happening to Frank and the peop... [6,027 words] [Suspense] Twisted Analytical Egotistical Freaky Geek (Poetry) A wierd and bizaree poem [160 words]
Desperate Measures John H Pallister
Desperate measures
Chapter 1
Today of all days she had to drop that bombshell on him. She was leaving; leaving where? He didn’t care; he was more concerned about the timing, the anniversary of their recent deceased daughter who suffered an awful life; just six weeks old. He had remembered every torturous minute bit by bit like a dairy. Got dressed, seen to baby, baby screaming, Prayed, no hope, confused.
Michael was quite handsome not over the top confident but very loyal and he had stuck by Lisa through a terrible time, this is how she repaid him. They were meant to be together forever that was the deal. Some deal. He slouched into the chair turning up the radio to full blast moaning again and again. He felt the sudden urge for a cigarette but he hadn’t smoked since he’d been with her. Not even mentioning her name anymore. The women would be back soon, but only for a few hours to collect her stuff then she’d be out the door. Which door, back or front? He compared it to the PM, would she go out to publicity mainly the neighbours or would she sneak out the back avoiding the metaphoric press. The first being more likely, where everybody could fuss over her and not give a damn about him. After all he didn’t carry the baby, all he did was stick it in and pull it out. He laughed hideously and uncontrollably to himself. If he had two wishes he’d wish for their baby to be alive. The second wish was to have soul custody. She was a cold and bitter woman.
She knew it was bad timing but it had to be done. He had brought it on himself, the stupid idiot. It was probably bad sperm, not her egg. Given up smoking, yeah cigarettes, who knows what else he’s been smoking. It wasn’t our baby, it was mine. She could tell he didn’t care. She had gone beyond caring about his feelings. He was mundane, boring and typical and he didn’t… Well you know, wasn’t very stimulating, although they hadn’t even made and physical contact for the whole year. She felt aroused, maybe she could play on his emotions and get one go on him before she declared herself single again. He was boring un-stimulated and a complete loser but there was a connection once and although every time she wished it would end. She had known no better being brought up the way she was.
Lisa was attractive woman, long brown hair and the bubbly personality but it was all a mask. She had to cover up the fact that… Well… She didn’t even think about it anymore, forgotten, thrown the ideas away. No creative outlook. It was best to be simple. No discussions, her way was the way, her reasons might be flawed but this time she was leaving him for good. No regrets, carefully planning her escape route. Through the back or front door? Which would you go out, which would HE expect me to go out, which one does he want me to go out. Oh I don’t know. Petty, pathetic rituals, we are so different, not even on the same wave length.
This was it. The time had come for her to meet him again. Christ it had only been a whole day, How things had changed. Banging on the door she could hear the awful racket that was supposedly music, more like some dick smashing two bin lids together and a singer on about 1000 cigarettes a millisecond. She laughed because if she couldn’t laugh she’d cry. How long had they known each other, She knew how long, but she couldn’t remember when they first fell in love.
Damn noises I’m coming to open the door, Did she have to make such a fuss. Wish you were dead, yeah then none of this would have happened. I was the naïve one, not you, to do something we shouldn’t have done. You did all the…I’m not getting into that I want her gone anyway. I‘ve packed her bags already, neatly and organised, might as well make a final effort. Friends, we are more than that already and that will never change. How did this mess happen? Why did it turn out this way?
Will he ever admit that’s he wrong? I was forced into this. He made everything happen. I was confused. I’ll grab my things, oh look he’s made an effort, it’s nicely laid out. bet he hid some of my stuff. He’s going to pawn my jewellery. Oh no, it’s all here.
I’ll say goodbye and good luck. She’ll be back, Mum and Dad will be pleased, might even welcome me into the family again. Why did they disapprove? It’s not like we were doing anything wrong, or is it? In whose eyes? Not mine or hers. The only bad thing is that she’s leaving. Well we’ll keep in touch. Yeah of course, she won’t be going far. Far, I hope not, probably to her friends, damn wish it wasn’t like this. I remember declaring my love or was it her who said it first? Can’t remember the past much, keep forgetting, maybe I want to forget.
I’ve left, got my bags, my friend said I could stay at hers, but first I need to do something. I can’t; must do it. I need to be forgiven. He’s the culprit not me, maybe he’ll forgive both of us, but I must do it for the future, must break away. It’s taken it’s time.
How can I offer God’s forgiveness if she won’t tell me what’s she’s done. God has no secrets she must know that. I’m sitting here telling people that God will forgive, but people use me as agony aunt, well uncle, you get the picture. Oh she’s opening her mouth
this will be interesting.
Father I have sinned, well shall I say that or we have sinned, will God forgive us both or shall I just save my soul. That’s it here goes. I’ll tell him everything; well not the boring bit, gosh it’s like a bad scripted movie.
Oh that’s different, I know that’s wrong but is it a sin or a folly? I don’t know what to suggest to her, it’s defiantly different she must be very confused and not quite in the right frame of mind. I and him and her must be the only people who know what they have done or become.
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