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For 25 years he plied his trade. He was expert carpenter, lords and ladies from miles around sought his artistry for their keeps. But he made barely enough to put food on his table when the winters were harsh.
The bane of my existence, is definitely having to work for a living. I would love to write, read books, run around and shop, but we need money for leisure, and for that we must work. Work means no time for any of these pursuits. Sigh!
It was an intensely gratifiying experience. For months he had been holding back, fighting the urge to tell his boss where to shove his minutes. But today he finally got his chance. Perhaps standing in the middle of the office and telling him he was a egotistical, balding, straw for brains meglamaniac, who would make a two year old donkey seem intelligent by comparison, was a bit over the top. But pouring his tall, non-fat, decaf latte down the front of his trousers was definitely up there for intense experiences.
"What did she predict again?" Enquired Silvia.
"That I would die in a red car when I'm in my thirties", answered Kathy.
"But this car is kinda red?"
"Nope, I've told you before, this car is brown"
"It looks a little red when the sun is shining on it", insisted Silvia.
Kathy replied by putting her foot harder on the accelerator.
She looked out of the cinema's ticket booth fascinated by the night scene that swished past in the rain. Everyone going somewhere in a hurry except her.
It was a distant memory long forgotten, but the the smell from opening her wardrope brought it back. I was eight and brushing her long auburn hair and she was smiling at me like only a mother can, full of love and gentleness. I cling to too few memories of her.
The old lady's back garden was a wasteland.
"My husband used to look after it much better than I can, there used to be a lovely rose bush over there, but it's gone a little wild".
I looked around trying to quell the rising panic. Why, oh why had I said I would tidy her garden for $5? How was I supposed to know, she had the largest garden on the block.
He had looked in her direction and smiled a huge smile at her.
Wow! She thought. All the effort that she went to this morning, up at 6 to put on her make-up and spending all her pocket-money on her uber-cool short skirt had paid dividends. Bigger dividends that even she expected. She was positively glowing.
A girl purred from behind her, "Hi David".
We all knew in our hearts that her bones were somewhere on the floor of the Atlantic, but until we had 'bone fide' proof, there was always going to be a small chink in our belief, a hope in our heart, that somehow, somewhere she was still living and having a joyous life; and that maybe, one day, she will remember her children and come back to us.
Her laptop on the kitchen table whirred to life and gave a beep.
That's strange, she thought as she turned the gas off on the chicken soup.
Saucepan in hand she sat down in front of the computer, a dos concole was open with the words, "Hi Anita" typed in the top left corner.
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