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Dear Diary

 
Kirsten Kjaer's picture
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Dear Diary

 

I guess I was half asleep. I rolled over to put my arm around Joe but he was not there. He was already up and downstairs coughing up the residue of yesterday’s cigars. Along the hall I could hear Anneka running up and down while Silja was coaxing her into the bathroom. The sun was shining outside. I rose and showered, feeling good, pity Joe was up, I could have started his day well.

 

At breakfast, Anni and Silja chattered away about Finny. Silja was her usual effervescent self, which is more than I could say for Joe, I could tell he had a lot on his mind. He just muttered into his ham and eggs about Taiyoko.

 

“Damned excuses about sleepless nights,” Joe prodded the air with his fork, “Really, you would think folk had never had baby before ! … he needs a rocket up his arse, that’s what he needs!”

 

I muttered softly “You have a short memory..” Joe grunted a ‘huh?’ “Nevermind.” I added and forced a smile, to be honest I was not really interested. I was feeling restless.

 

After Joe left for work, I helped Silja with the dishwashing. Then I had the idea. I asked if she would be so kind as to dress Anneka, then she could take the rest of the day off. Anneka and I were going shopping.

 

The drive down to Trumbull was uneventful, but it was a fine morning and I enjoyed it. Anneka in her seat in the back warbled away, pointing out coyotes and other fauna as we sped by. Every sentence she spoke seemed to begin with “Silja said….” followed by various facts about the animals. I smiled, she is a bright child, Silja is a great nanny. I tried to ignore the knot in my stomach.

 

“Are we there yet ?”.

 

I turned around and grinned at Anneka, nodding.

 

“Where are we there yet ?”

 

“Rico’s ! You know. The nice man who makes our clothes?”

 

“Oh.” Anni seemed a little less than impressed.

 

“Come on, we can get you a nice new dress, hmm?”

 

By the time I had unloaded Anneka, Rico was already mincing across the car park, smiling and waving. I stood up and turned just in time to receive a huge hug and uber-theatrical air-kisses from Rico, which I of course returned happily.

 

Rico then scooped up Anni and gave her her portion of enthused air-kisses. He laughed as all she replied with was her ‘licking suede’ face. He put her down and Anni twined herself around my leg for protection from this huge exuberant dark skinned guy swirling in gold satin.

 

I noticed we had been joined by another man who had quietly arrived during Rico’s welcoming. He smiled shyly and kissed Rico on the cheek as a way of entering the group. It seemed Rico had yet another Beau. I said ‘Hi’

 

Rico gushed with enthusiasm “Kirsten. This is Theis. Theis, Kirsten, my most fave customer!”

Theis nodded and said ‘Hej’ smiling. Anneka looked at him and pointed.

 

“Coffee guy from Aunty Hyle’s!” She announced. Theis’ face reddened. Being caught moonlighting by a three year old was unexpected. But he overrode the shock and smiled down at Anni. Glances were exchanged and a pregnant pause ensued.

 

Rico broke the silence

 

“Sooooo… Kirsten ! “ Rico seized the moment. “I hope you brought your biggest purse. Myself and my new little gnome here have been working so hard, and do we have some wonderful creations for you!”

 

at rico's

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

Joe Spivey's picture

((One wonders if Theis is moonlighting in more than one way hmmm?

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Kirsten Kjaer's picture

"Joe, Come and see what I bought today at Rico's !"

 

shopping

 

" In space, no one can hear you scream...      except Joe "

Joe Spivey's picture

Well if that's all you bought it couldn't have cost much... oh, wait.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

They are in the medicine cupboard !!!

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

I Know! ...Goddamit I can't get the top off! *attacks the bottle cap with his teeth*

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Kirsten Kjaer's picture

There is something ironic about putting childproof tops on the bottle of Joe's little blue pills don't you think.

 I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop giggling as I listened to sounds of cursing and stumbling coming from the bathroom.

The old proverb 'More haste, less speed' came to mind. Honestly if he took much longer i was in danger of losing the mood. But I didn't :)

Silly old dog.. but I Love him !

 

" In space, no one can hear you scream...      except Joe "

Joe Spivey's picture

((Life in that house would make a good soap opera, ro a sit com.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

(( certainly we invest in our characters as people, their lives cross and react enriching each other.

Another thing, I wonder when writing as Kirsten I always seem to gravitate to 'first person'. Interesting.

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

((I have an odd reason for not writing in first person. Whenever I try, I hear the words in my head being read like the voiceover from a Micky Spillane pulp detective novel... even romantic scenes. Very off putting.

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.



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