Re-Write

Nana Veronica Moon. Ronnie took great delight in signing her full name on the lease. There were 11 Moons in the family. She was the first to cement a handshake deal with a signature. She was going places. Legally.

Two days later she sat in a holding cell, wringing her hands in an anxious rhythm, over and under, over and under.  In tune with her hands, her mouth chanted, over and under, over and under. The words swam around the cell, over and under, over and under.

“Cut that out!”

Ronnie ceased all movement, her lips suddenly zipped. Shut. Tight.

But the cell kept on chanting, over and under, over and under.

A whirlpool of noise, twisting round and round.

“Damnit!” said the Gaoler as he unlocked the cell door.

“Over and under” said the Gaoler.  “Put your hands over and under!”

“Over and under” Ronnie said as she placed her hands in the cuffs. “Over and under and OUT!”

Roberto throws his laptop across the room. “How will Nana escape now??”

He had 500 words to get her in and out of the cell. Look how many he’d wasted. No exit strategy. No entry strategy. Why was she in gaol?? He groaned. Ate an apple. Picked up his laptop. Checked to see it was still running and then cut and pasted a story from last year. That would do. Nana could stay in her cell.

Elvira searched the Cloud for Stories in Need of an Ending. She was paid one dollar a word and loved Roberto. He had a habit of leaving his characters in the lurch, plots hanging by a cobweb thread. She opened his latest unfinished tale.

“Over and under and OUT!”

The world inverted. Nana found herself outside with handcuffs on her ears and the gaoler, clothes inside out, hanging from the top branch of a swaying ghost gum.

“Hello” said Anna, sitting under the gum tree, eating an apple. “You took a long time to escape. I’ve been waiting for you for ages” She waved the half-eaten apple in the air, “Sorry, I’ve eaten your apple too. BUT I know where there’s more!!”

Nana looked at Anna. Anna looked just like Nana.

“Do you know Roberto?” she asked.

“Of course,” said Anna, “I’m in his stories.”

“Always locked up like me??”

“Yes!”

“Could be worse!” yelled a voice from up the tree “You could be up here!”

“That was me, putting you up the tree, “said Elvira as she wrote herself into the scene.

“You’re the Finisher!” chorused Nana and Anna at the same time.

“That I am. I tell you what ladies, I’m dying for an apple. I’ve got heaps of money so let’s go and buy some.”

“Okay”, said Nana and Anna “but we don’t need your 210 dollars, I know where Roberto keeps the apples. Let’s go and steal some!”

They walked off, leaving the Gaoler shouting obscenities from the tree. Holding hands, Elvira, Nana and Anna.

 

 

Copyright November 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Self Deceivers Evermore

I’m all on edge today

Is it the bushfires and the haze

And the general malaise

That has hung above our head for days?

 

I can’t tell anymore

 

Is it the knowledge that the world

Is trying to rid itself of the plague

Of us humans that have outstayed

Our welcome as we crave

 

more and more and more?

 

Is it that as we argue in our sleep

The deaded earth will keep on spinning

With our corpses madly grinning

But we’ll still think that we are winning?

 

Self deceivers evermore

 

 

Copyright November 2019

 

 

Depression Minus One Day

 

I’ve been depressed

for quite a while

this time round

 

thank you for not noticing

 

as my head spins anti clockwise

and my bowels shriek in disbelief

that camouflage is all encompassing

and no one hears the moans

and the cries of despair

and despair and

despair

 

as the world slips out of control

as I fight for control

 

self

 

as I go about my daily life

and wish that I could be a card

in my own solitaire

the queen of spades

I could dig my own grave

and fall asleep inside

without a covering

without my mask

the mask that smiles at the world

so no one needs to notice

 

me

 

at all

 

forever

minus

a

day

plus

one

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright November 2019

Questions of Senicide 

 

 

Senicide seemed a bit drastic at the time, but when I saw the happy faces of children with full bellies, I was all for it. Old men sucking up food like oxygen. Never enough left for the children. Things needed to change.

After the special poisoned dinner, the bodies were hidden at the very back of the sacred cave. It took us old women many hours to bury them there but we knew there was less chance of them being found. Sacred monster area and no foot traffic.

Life is good now. We told the tribe the old men have gone on a sacred journey, to walk in the steps of the ancestors. They left us after the good luck dinner.  No one has questioned us. They all accept and are grateful for more food and no old men to feed.

I am happy. No more moaning husband. No more watching my husband’s jowls wobble as he moves within me. Back and forth, back and forth, wobble, wobble, wobbling. I sleep when I want.

This morning our peace was broken. A loud buzzing sound like a thousand bees erupted from the sky. We rushed out of our homes as a large creature landed nearby. The creature opened and smaller creatures walked out, each carrying a long thin tube.

They spoke our language. We have come to examine you they said, smiling in what we thought was an evil manner.  We backed away as they talked about rectal examinations and life back on Mars. They advanced on us as we backed further away, chanting rhythmically…

Do not be afraid of the sigmoidoscope.

 

 

Copyright October 2019