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Dear Diary

 

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.

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The Day Joe's Life Changed

 

Her side...

 I see a dark green sporty car by the auctioneer. 

            I ask out loud " Who's is this?"

             "Oi ! My car.. bugger off away from it, I've just had the resprayed!",  Came the reply from a rather older chap who had just dropped all his papers on the ground.

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Changes aren't permanent, but change is

      Kirsten looked down at her new daughter suckling at her breast, not even a day oldyet. She smiles at the infant. Kirsten still felt worn out from the sudden and rapid delivery she made on the floor of the kitchen. Thank the stars Sorja Troy as on hand. Kirsten smiles to herself as he remembers Joe's unhelpful helpfulness. But at least he was there the moment Kirsten gave birth, she smiled at his face when Sorja announced that the baby was in fact a girl.

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Late for Work

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          Kirsten rolled over and snuggled into Joe's hairy back, he was deeply sleeping. She stretched up and kissed lovingly the top of Joe's baldy head , feeling the warmth of his back on her naked breasts. Kirsten smiled " Sleep on my love."

          Joe simply snored.

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Kirsten's Life [8] .. A Sudden Left Turn...

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               It is mid morning,  I am dozing as the warm sunlight streams into Joe's apartment, My mind is dwelling on the last couple of days. I think maybe I opened one eye as Joe slid out of the bed, albeit reluctantly, But his office, his post by the Auction at the plaza called him, after all mornings are his busiest  time for sales. Joe likes the sale, the chips. I turned over after he gave me a grateful clean shaven cologne perfumed kiss  and went back to sleep.

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Kirsten's Life [7] .. And So to Joe.....

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             Lilttle dogs bark the loudest...

                                         .............. old dogs are more reliable

 

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Kirsten's Life [6] .. The Other Half...

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            The English have a phrase for it, "How the other half live".  Ludwig van der Post III  had lived in Sunshine Corners for ten years. He was a one-lifer it turned out, and here he was living out his life in an enclave for the ageing. The rich ageing. A societal ghetto of the ones who grow more old and grey as the seasons pass by. And by seasons, I don't mean Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. I mean the seasons of the wealthy, a passage of one social round into the next.

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Kirsten's Life [5] .. Silk and Leather...

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                It was nice just to sit and talk with the girl in Watchtower. Girl talk is so much more relaxing. A long discussion over tea about the important things in life, shopping.. fashion.

               So I fetch up in Spider Hill and for half an hour's work keeping the spider peril at bay I get a beautiful silk skirt in return. It feels sooo nice, silk is so smooth next to the skin, I feel sensual, erotic even. I take a long walk in the warm sun, wearing just this one piece of clothing. Shhhh Kirsten ...  no more detail, hmm? .....     he he !

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Kirsten's Life [4] .. Lucky Bitch....

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      Six kilometers outside of Kingman, maybe halfway between there and Rest Stop, there is a disused railway siding, and old tank truck stands there like a memorial to the prefall world.

      I lie under it, sobbing. Make-up resembling a Turner painting, Cooperesque mascara runs down my face. My t-shirt has become a cardigan, open fronted. My breasts exposed. I fear every motor I hear on the nearby road. 

      Earlier....

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Kirsten's Life [3] .. The Weapon....

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     " And the things that they fear

                                        .... are a weapon to be held against them."      

 

            I open my eyes just as the amber dawn trickles into the hotel room. He lies next to me, Sleeping the sleep of the Just...... or more accurately, the Just After....  I study his boyish features, his chest is hairless but well defined, his thighs strong. I smile....

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Kirsten's Life [2] .. Grover....

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         'Time to move on, Honey"

         I hand the reins of the sorry looking nag to the Garage Manager in exchange for keys to a motorcycle. That and a handful of chips.  I feel a little sorry for the horse really. Hopefully she will become someones lunch, more probably she will become glue. 

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Kirsten's Life [1] .. Emergence

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Spinning, whirling 

                      Still descending

                                      Like a spiral sea unending

                                                                Sound and fury 

                                                                                  Drowns my heart

                                                                                                        Every nerve is torn apart............

 

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