Chapter 1
Come people come on this is not a show the enduring writer speaks and says it out loud. We too are people even if poor and if we are damaged deranged and not up to mark. On your marks get set and then we are off.
In this little world, the worst things can happen. There is a danger alert, and the editor must calm her nerves, read it, and take it like a woman. Humans are getting more and more beastly, and there is nothing they would not do for the gold, which is tight. One has to go there and dig it, and the gold diggers' jobs now are words—publicity and words.
Bad publicity is good public relations and good is being ignored.
Someone lost a leg and he got hugs because he lost both legs he got it double. Zeks had one leg missing she was considered wiser than anyone. Worship her and that is what they did mostly until spite got the better of the act. Zeks ended up behaving like a lady gone wrong. I told them you spoilt her now look after her. The lady came and stayed with her for two hours and she could not bear the strain. Zeks said to me, “Now I have it all I am gone.”
“ Where to? “
“Somewhere that is nice and full of good things.”
“Oh, the good stuff?”
“Where everyone is serving me,”
“But Mother!”
“Nobody has self-interest but mine,”
She said these and they were the only communication we had for that year. Her words were sparingly used. For good effect I thought.
“Just gone going,” She said vaguely I thought she no fool. She should have grown up. I reacted more as a mother and a woman an older woman said things to made me blush. And the woman older is considered not sweet or sexy but wise.
Her pearls are those.
"Who needs pearls when the botox can unhinge her?"
She told me as she turned her head to die as I lived I died.
“I have to live too Mother I want to live too I can’t give any more time to this.”
“This?” She wept.
“Yes what is this it is filth it is nastiness it is nothing but bearing down on me and taking everything I have you asking me to give up the little time I have left?”
“Yes if you loved me?” she added with a smile.
“Nothing doing I am leaving now right tell that silly bitch of a doctor to stay with you and tell her from me she can have you for herself if she wants to.”
“She will not,” Mother died that day. She did what she had to do called the doctor made her arrangements and she did it well.
In the beginning, it was fun to be a werewolf but then she ended up bearing down and eating her cubs.
She settled them with the mafia and thought the job was done.
“Don’t eat the young it is bad for you,”
Sheer bliss as she sucked and gulped: and then chewed and spat- The young bones still in her flesh-eating mouth.
She would show everyone her leg showing her pussy as well. If they asked her the stump would prove she had been done. When giving birth she never did. Not my mum she said before she became the victim. Vicious circles in the worm and whatever was it all for?
Wash days’ clean days and then begin over again.
When we began as friends and ended up hurting and eventually not liking each other.
“Married couple,”
“Who are they?”
“The new married couple.”
My actions towards Zeks were obscure and delighted at her folly the foolish thinking sent me mad. It was mostly a kind of amusement that sent our relationship out of control she liked to be taken seriously.
The caring staff went and came and went again they had schedules and forms to fill out.
Nursing staff would come and leave all undone.
Sometimes they would come at eight o’clock and shame me by their delight and sober expression demur as I would like to think. I often wondered and disliked my train of thought.
What had happened to the world that nothing made sense and at the same time a new desperation in my steps? As if consumed by the realization that life had passed me by.
That people were making fun of me? That I was the brunt of this joke and that it would never leave until I was leveled to the ground?
"Stop,"
"There is no stop."
