HELL BOUND – THREE

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She was, of course, correct. When Rose had raced to her
daughter for help, it had not been the whim of a twenty year
old Amanda had thought. She had known Bradley to be a
smoothie, but that didn’t matter a damn, at the time.

He took her on a roller-coaster of ecstasy, and that was all that mattered. But now, several months down the line …
‘I’m getting bored, Rose,’ he had said. ‘I don’t how much longer we can go on. ‘
And to stop boredom, Rose Fidelity sold her soul to the devil. And she rung every ounce of desirability out of herself that she could.
Roger was having problems of a different kind. Jessie was demanding, and despite the doctor squeezing his testicles and advising a truss lay in the future, he knew what he had to do to keep her. And even the Viagra only worked for a while.
The lies had come out on the afternoon they had bumped into each other and decided to have a quick drink. ‘How’s life,’ Rose had said to Roger.
‘Brilliant,’ he replied.
And vice versa, the lies continuing as Roger limped away and Rose hid her face to sniff back the tear.

But to every sad tale there must be redemption.
The sounds of Amanda’s screams filtered into the waiting room as Roger and Rose sat expectantly. Rose said: ‘It’s going to be a girl, you know.’
Roger wasn’t having that. ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he said, ‘it’s so obviously a boy. Listen to those screams.’
They both laughed at that, and both were touched by a familiarity of old. Somehow it seemed so right. But how could it be other than a stupid, temporary feeling? After all, they had been through so much of late.
Within hours they were stood by Amanda’s bed, greedily passing the new born amongst themselves. Finally, the midwife came in. Said: ‘Time for mother and baby to have some rest now.’
Roger and Rose Fidelity walked out of the room awkwardly. Outside the hospital, they stood, not knowing, really, what to do. Finally, Roger said: ‘Your car or mine?’
Rose smiled, and said his. Gran and Grandad drove home, the vacuum filled by their grandson; and another new life to begin.

Previously

Inde-Pol

BRIT NEWS: Loyalist paramilitaries
in Northern Ireland pledge to disarm. I hope
this is the end, though it’s too early to tell. Another
50 yrs yet.

WORLD NEWS: Relations between Iran & UK hit bottom as tit-for-tat
measures increase. At least it’s a milder form of gunboat diplomacy.

BRIT NEWS: MP’s report on G20 tactics tell police
‘herding’ is wrong. About time. This was
mass false imprisonment by
the State.

Weekend Wordsmith
ABC Wednesday

X is for … XTREME SPORTS

Jump into the void, climb that rock,
Adrenalin flows, loving shock,
Putting life on the line,
Hoping that after, you’ll be fine,
But why do they do it, these xtreme twits,
Similar to masochism seems to fit

FLAG

Beginning to flag, must go on,
No longer many, they’ve all gone,
The battle rages in body and soul,
Keep going, reach my goal,
All is weary, my body drags,
Finally, light! I see the flag

© Anthony North, June 2009

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