Author: Alexander Fawn

He really didn’t want to leave her.

They sat looking out into the street, his arms wrapped around her. Parting was not good for either of them. Soon a cab would come to take him to the airport. It was agreed that she stay on at the house until he returned. The job would take him so far away. She really couldn’t go with him. He couldn’t ignore the fact that an opportunity like this would only come once in a lifetime. Whispering softly, he talked about how they both met. It was a time for remembering all the wonderful times that he and Daisy had had together. He was going to miss her so much. Tears were shed, his rolled heavily down his cheeks. The car pulled up and he left her where she sat. He picked up his cases and left.

Giant, stuffed, fluffy, pink rabbits really didn’t belong on a mining camp.

His blog comments gratefully appear,

With many touching and sincere.

They are not ignored,

Briefly read, then stored,

With a careful review each year.

Apparently, she had no idea what the man at the front door could want, so late at night.

She looked through the spy hole and saw it was the man she had met briefly on the bus going to work. She couldn’t believe her luck. He was certainly nice enough, but she was making it plain that she was wary of what he was doing at her front door. Making sure that the safety chain was in place, she opened the door slowly. He was most apologetic for calling around so late unannounced, but he was concerned for her safety. He explained that his twin brother had seen them talking together on the bus and was saying crazy things about putting a stop to it. He described his brother as a person with mental problems who had been known to become violent towards women very easily. He wanted to know if she seen anybody like that lurking around.

She said she’d seen a man loitering around her front gate earlier and had taken a photo of him earlier, because she thought it was suspicious. She said she would get her phone and show him. She left him waiting for a couple of minutes. When she returned, she held the phone up above the security chain. As he peered at it, the phone was quickly replaced by a jet of pepper spray…

Flailing around, he was hardly aware of the police-issue handcuffs being snapped on.

That morning, in the detective’s office, she’d seen the update on the wanted man’s details, especially the fact that he didn’t have a brother!

It had been a good evening with her small apartment filled with guests.

As parties go, it was nice and relaxed with soft music and plenty of finger food. Everyone was well behaved, with the exception of her latest boyfriend, who got drunk and had to be helped into a taxi halfway through the evening. She was grateful that nobody seemed to notice, but knew that something had to change. She would think about it later. The remainder of the night went well. Towards the end her guests slowly drifted off in small groups, after thanking her for the evening. It was nearly midnight when she had the place to herself. She had a fair bit of clearing up to do. She didn’t want to wake up to it in the morning.

It took her the best part of an hour to go around generally tidying up before she set about washing up. There was a lot of it and she almost filled the sink with soapy water. Feeling tired, she slowly washed, dried and put everything away.

Back at the sink she pulled the plug and thought about him as she watched the sink empty.

It was at this point that the answer suggested itself to her, as she watched the dirty water disappear down the gurgler.

She was just a girl who liked everything black.

Although she was a brunette, she dyed her hair black. Her hair clips were black. She always wore black lipstick. Her eyeliner and brow colour were black. Her mascara and eyeshadow were always black. With regular visits to her local nail salon, she had her fingernails and toe nails coloured black. Naturally, it goes without saying that her clothes were chosen in a similar way. Putting it simply, everything she wore was black. Tops and jackets, jeans, slacks and shoes, all black. She wore black scarves and only used black handkerchiefs. When it rained she used a black umbrella. When the weather was cold she wore a black beanie.

At the end of the day, she was just one of those people who preferred the gothic look. She was extremely fond of black. All this being said, she was actually a very nice person.

Which makes it particularly sad to say that when walking home late one night she was run over by a car.

He was sitting, relaxed for a long time, eyes glazed.

He could feel it coursing through his veins. The warmth moved through him, bringing a blissful grace. His thoughts, his feelings, his sensations, were all changing, becoming more real, yet somehow not real at all. It was as though a completely fanciful hallucination had taken hold. He was experiencing a kaleidoscope of emotions. It was like some great surging sense of euphoria had taken him into a dream world while being still quite awake. From time to time he would drift out of his body, then slowly return. It would be difficult for him to fully express the ecstatic joy he was feeling. The rapture of it was carrying him to an amazingly new sphere of existence.

He knew only too well, that the pleasure, the excitement and intense feelings of well-being and happiness, were all brought about by the activation of a region of the brain triggering the release of feel-good hormones like dopamine. But, that was science, and that was not this…

A kindly attendant passed in front of him, pointing at the clock.

The spell was broken.

Staring at Botticelli’s Primavera oil painting had always made him feel this way.

Something stirs beneath the muddy waters of the swamp.

Many creatures inhabit wetlands, and the everglades of Florida are no different, but the reptilian form that scrambles out of the swamp can be found nowhere else. It slithers its way into the sun and lies perfectly still; it’s species unknown. It remains basking until its last slimy scale is baked hard and brittle. The outer layer is then violently shaken off, leaving the manlike thing to climb to its feet. It begins to walk, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The naked form breaks into a steady run. It has a long way to go before finding what it needs, a residence, a home.

It is night and the large house is quiet. The last of the lights go out and the figure finds a way in and climbs to the bedrooms. Three sleeping figures, mother, father and son. Going from room to room, it touches the foreheads of each and their sleep is made deeper. It finds the man’s clothes hanging and selects. Dressed now, it gathers a cell phone and cash. Back down in the lounge, with lights on, a fast learner, it sits using Google maps. Destination, the White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Sixteen hours by car, two weeks on foot. It chooses the latter. It steps outside, leaving the front door ajar.

It begins to walk.

Its purpose, unknown.

Nobody saw it arrive.

It is a sleek, silver disc, inhabited by two of the fleet’s most decorated soldiers. It is an alien ship, fully equipped with the latest and most sophisticated otherworld technology. It has entered a new region. As a craft, its military capabilities are phenomenal. Slowly, it lowers towards a truly vast expanse of sea. It settles noiselessly on the surface. The craft floats silently on a frothy sea. The water looks murky. Great bubbles slide around on its surface. The occupants arm themselves and open the main hatch.

Moments later the two indescribably ugly aliens emerge. The saucer rocks gently on the surface as they stagger out onto the railed observation deck built into the edge of the craft. They each make notes on what they are seeing, on their hand-held report pads.

Momentarily the sky grows dark.

The woman returns to the kitchen, notices that she hasn’t emptied the sink after washing up and pulls the plug. She doesn’t notice the tiny disc swirling around and disappearing down the plughole. She doesn’t hear the strange screams, screams that are being drowned out by the familiar gurgling of the emptying sink.

Nobody saw it leave.

The solstice has the sun held firm,

With winter’s pervasive mood about.

The very dampness of it all.

Sick lunacy alone, sees us stepping out.

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Grey skies with early morning shudders.

Mortality at its worst.

Nature thumbing its icy nose,

Annually rehearsed.

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Coats, umbrellas, gloves and scarves,

To ward off hailstones, frost and storms.

Thunder, lightning and freezing fogs,

In no time at all become the norms.

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Leaves replaced by ugly twigs,

Black against an ashen sky.

A strange coldness in the bones.

A pathetic sun, by and by.

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This is winter’s frightful kiss,

It brings on days cursed with grey.

With folks scathing of what it sends,

All warmth is held at bay.

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Nature sleeping, survival low,

With hibernation in full swing.

All cold, in the ground below.

Some hiding from the season’s sting.

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An uncomfortable world we’re meant to share,

When only the chill persists.

Even hearts are cold, when seeking warmth,

With laboured breath that mists.

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Winter’s sombre cloak and sluggish pace,

Has shadows bringing shades of gloom.

Short, sad days with colours veiled,

While frosty evenings loom.

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A season thrust upon the dwellers here,

Winter’s sanction, winter’s curse!

And shun the fool who says,

It could be worse.

The shop was full of customers.

She had only left her supermarket trolley unattended for a moment or two. On one of the lower shelves, the brand of sauce she preferred had been shuffled to the back. It looked to be the only one left. Her arm was just long enough to retrieve it. As she straightened she saw the man standing by her cart, blocking her view of it. She pushed her way through several shoppers, only to find him casually strolling away when she got there. She quickly checked her bag. Her purse was there; notes, coins, cards, all there. Then, her small side pocket? Empty! No house key. She stood shaking her head and sighing for a moment. The man had calmly sauntered off with her house key. Her grin was unseen.

She finished her shopping, paid and left. Carrying her shopping bag, she began the short walk home, thinking about what she would find there. She had a pretty good idea about that. When she arrived, she collected the spare key from under the cactus pot and let herself in

The moment she was through the door, she heard the growling accompanied by a whimpering. First, she took her shopping through to the kitchen. She would unpack it later. She found him in the living room. He was lying sideways on the floor, with the dog firmly anchored to his leg. The dog was still growling and the man was sobbing. He looked at her, his eyes pleading.

In a restrained voice, he said, “I’m sorry. Get him off.”

She pulled a face that said this wasn’t going to happen. She said, “Sorry, no can do. We’ve had this trouble before, him latching onto someone’s leg like that. Had to call the vet out to tranquilise him before his jaw hung loose and we could get him to let go.”

Raising his voice, the man said, “OK. Just get a vet. The pain is excruciating.”

Ignoring him, she looked around. “Did you take anything?”

“No. No, I didn’t. I only just got here, moments before you arrived.”

“Oh! So, he hasn’t had his teeth in you that long, then?”

“Long enough!” he shouted. “Come on, call the vet, why don’t you?”

“Ah! Aha! There you have it, you see. You’ve hit the nail right on the head. Why don’t I?” She left the room and brought back one of the chairs from the kitchen. Putting it down in front of him, she sat looking down at him.

“Well done Buster,” she said with a commanding tone.

The dog growled and bit down harder.

The man screamed.

“I’m not sure what to tell you first, about me or the dog?”

She shrugged.

He began to sob again.

“About the dog, I think.” She smiled lovingly at him. “He’s a Rottweiler, you see. They are easily one of the most dangerous dog breeds you can find.”

The man choked out, “The vet!”

“Be quiet!” she shouted. “I’m talking. Anyway, that’s about Buster.” She looked at the dog with a nod and he responded with a slight shake of his head.

The man screamed again.

“Now. About me,” she said, “If my ex-husband was still here, he’d be only too happy to tell you that I’ve always had a wide streak of vindictiveness in me, and with good reason. The truth is, you picked the wrong house to rob.” She looked at his leg. “I see your bleeding. I’ll have to call someone soon; you could lose your leg.”

“Vet,” the man croaked. “I’m so sorry.”

“Um. Not that simple, is it?”

He nodded.

“With you losing blood like that, maybe I should call for an ambulance first. You see my difficulty, don’t you? Not only that, there’s the matter of the police, don’t you think?”

His head was shaking.

She raised her eyebrows. “Well, they have to be informed sooner or later you know, but I prefer later. Naturally, I’m not going to tell them about our little chat. No. I came home and found you lying there and called the police and the ambulance straight away. If you come up with another story, well, who are they going to believe? An opportunist thief or a respectable home owner?” She got up and moved towards the door.

He managed to say, in a weak voice, “Where are you going? I need a vet!”

Over her shoulder, she said. “I’m going to put my shopping away and boil the kettle. Then, I’m going to make myself a nice cup of tea and think about who I should call first… the police, the vet or an ambulance.”