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Chez Spivey, just around 7:30

Joe had been pacing the hall for about ten minutes. Well for Joe it was one cigar and onto the next. 

"Ain't you ready yet?!"

Kirsten's voice drifted out if the bedroom "Just a minute. Archie and Harvey are only four doors down Joe."

Silja smirked at Joe's pacing. "It is good to be 'fashionably late' you know."

Joe's replied with a stern raised eyebrow. Silja just poked her tongue out in return. Uwe did his best not to snort.

"Yer, an' you two just concentrate on Anni. And nevermind any 'goings on', right?"

 

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Chez Spivey, just around bedtime



Joe closed his book and stubbed out his cigar.

Time to call it a day, Old son.”

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Outward, the Circles Grow. [7]

 

Kirsten paced back and forth.

At the window to Joe’s study she once again pushed the curtain to one side and looked down the street. Nothing. Well, no red Interceptor, just the usual comings and goings of neighbours and the odd tradesman. She went back and sat bolt upright on one of Joe’s chesterfields. For about two minutes, before pacing yet again to the window for another look.

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A Shot In The Dark [Epilogue]

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"The bright blue eyes gazed back defiantly from under a mass of tousled blonde locks"

 

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A Shot In The Dark [9]

 

Mick Fischer was probably one of the closest people to the pond then the bomb went off. He had been dozing against the wall of the entrance to the Life-net bunker. The shock made him leap to his feet then he found himself gazing at the column of water erupted thirty or forty metres up into the air.

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A Shot In The Dark [8]

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Kirsten.” Joe said, softly smiling, palms held up before him. His supplication did nothing so deflect or reduce the dark brown Oriental fury that was emanating from Kirsten’s eyes. The left hand rose to indicate the lounge door. The right arm lowered a bemused Anneka to the ground. The thin brown lips gave only slightly to issue Anni an instruction.

Go find Silja.”

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A Shot In The Dark [5]

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Crossing the hall from Joe’s study to the kitchen, Silja’s legs felt like jelly. Maybe it was the brandy, but the time she had just spent with Joe made her think deeply about her situation, a lot.


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A Shot In The Dark [1] A continuation of 'Siblings'

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Kirsten’s morning was not going well.

 

She had started the day in a benevolent mood. Yesterday had been Silja’s day off and she had decided to let Silja sleep late. Silja had come home late and had probably had a nice evening with her friends so Kirsten had seen to breakfast.

 

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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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Sticky Situations at Chez Spivey

 

"Ég lítur út eins og fordæmdur strákur!" Anneka snapped out in Icelandic.

"No you don't look like a boy." Slija helpfully translated for Kirsten's sake, omitting the expletive, naturally. "Look, Momma has you in a lovely dress ! Boy's dont wear dresses now, do they?"

Anneka had a face like thunder. If such a look could kill. Silja fussed at the dress trying desperately to reaffirm Anneka's self-identity. It was not working. Kirsten sighed, she was non to pleased also.

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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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Life, The Universe and Everything puckers up.

Joe was standing by the window looking at the photo of another long ago girl and was feeling pretty low. Around him, the apartment, and Joe himself for that matter, was reverting back to its original state. It was the morning of the third day after Kirsten had gone and the washing up, the laundry and Joe's personal hygene were all equally neglected. Cigar smoke floated in the morning sunlight flooding in through the windows and though the pungent aroma was still managing to keep the smell of old sweat and unwashed plates at bay, any casual visitor would say it was close.

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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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Love's young dream

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Cupid had his work cut out with Joe Spivey esq. Those dainty arrows of cutesy love and butterfly feelings in the stomach had no chance against the deep passion Joe already had for chips, chips and more chips. Faced with such a challenge, Cupid flew back to the celestial arsenal and dusted off the bazooka of groin aching lust. Unaware of what was about to befall him, Joe was hard at work between the mailbox, his 'office' and Rodney the auctioneer. Cupid awaited his moment, then pulled the trigger on Joe Spivey.

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