Art and the philosophy of life

Posts tagged ‘Ten’

A Strange Meeting…Ten

“Best pizza ever,” she sighed, pushing the empty box away from her. “Crust so thin and crisp, mmmmmmmm.”

“Agree,” said Parker, wiping his hands on a paper napkin.  “Delicious.”

“I’m too full for caramel corn.  After four bags of french fries and an extra large pizza, I don’t think I can anything for at least an hour,” she said, patting her flat stomach.

“You’re as thin as a rail,” he said, looking at her.  “How can you eat the way you do and not weigh four hundred pounds?”

“High metabolism, want some chocolate?” she asked, popping a square into her mouth.

“You just said you couldn’t eat anything for an hour.”

“Chocolate doesn’t count.  You can eat chocolate anytime, anywhere.  It’s not considered food, it’s more like a…safety valve.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You guys should be happy chocolate exists so women don’t murder you where you stand,” she said grinning.  “I’m not kidding.”

“I know.  I can tell,” he said, handing her another piece.

Max jumped onto the table, grabbed a small piece of crust and dropped to the floor.  Mindy came over and they both ate the food.

“They share,” said Parker, watching them.  “It’s sweet.”

“Will they come looking for you?”

“Maybe.  Probably.  I don’t know,” he said.

“Why would they?”

“I might know too much.  I might be too…dangerous.”

“You? Dangerous?” she said, amazed.  “You’re like a…”

He had her pinned to the floor.  “What you were saying?”

“…big pussycat,” she said, throwing him against the table.

He smiled, she smiled, and then it began.

Twenty minutes later, Lexi was on top of him and he couldn’t move an inch.  “Give up,” she asked.

“I’m letting you do this,” he said.  “I’m tired from the time change.”

“Worst excuse EVER,”she said, kissing him.  “Give up?”

“Absolutely,” he said, putting his newly released arms around her.

“It’s me, Bill” he said, pounding on the door.  “Open up.”

Lexi groaned, got up and went to the door.

“What’s up?”asked Parker

“Is that all you two ever do?”

“No we eat and sometimes we sleep,” said Lexi.

“Casey’s dead,” said Bill, sitting on a kitchen chair. “In Vatican City.  Head and heart.”

Parker stared at him. “What happened?”

“Lewis is dead as well.”

“Wasn’t he in Spain?”

“Barcelona.  He was due back next week.  Head and heart, close range.”

“Someone they knew?”

“Don’t know,” said Bill, shaking his head.  “Two outstanding…”

Lexi put a cup of coffee and three pieces of toast in front of Bill and sat down next to Parker. “What can we do?” she asked.

“We?” said Parker.  “There is no we, there’s only me.”

“So we’re breaking up and your leaving?”

“What?”

“If there’s just you, then there’s no me, so there’s no us,” said Lexi.

“What did she just say?” asked Bill, petting the cat sitting on his lap.

Parker looked at her and said, “Is this what you meant when you say that men don’t have any idea what women are saying?”

She pulled a bubble gum cigarette out of the pack and pretended to light it.  “Anyone want a smoke?”

 

 

Louise…Ten

Gregory Mason worked in a beautiful new glass and steel building on the twenty-third floor.  He didn’t have a corner office but it looked as if one was definitely in his future.  His secretary, a tall woman with hair and eyes the color of weak coffee, wore a very tight pencil skirt and a white blouse. A jacket hung over the back of her desk chair but she was far too neat to have it there for any other reason than she needed to put it on quite often.

“Yes? Can I help you?” she asked, looking at them.

“Probably not,” said Louise, walking past her.  Novak following in her wake  “But if I change my mind, I’ll let you know.”

“Hey, you can’t…”

“Hi,” said Shane, to the angry secretary.  “You might want to sit back in your chair and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Louise opened the office door and slammed it into the wall.  “Greg, baby, tell me all about the pit demons and why you used Novak to bring them through?”

“What? Who the…oh, Matthew, uh..you’re looking well?”

“No thanks to you,” said Novak, throwing himself into a chair.  “Answer her question.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you like technology, Greg?  Because my partner,” said Louise, “the one having a talk with your secretary, loves it.  She designed a silencer that doesn’t make any noise at all.  How much fun is that?”

“Get out of my office,” said Gregory, standing up.

Louise turned to Novak.  “Is he serious?”

“Seems like it.”

Louise swept everything off  his desk, jumped on top of it and punched him hard in the face, Greg fell backward into his chair, blood spurting through his fingers.”

“You’re really strong,” said Novak, appreciatively.

“I know,” said Louise.  “Now he knows it too.”

“What do you want me to say?” whined Gregory.  “I don’t know anything.  A guy said he wanted a picture of his wife and he wanted Matt to paint it.  That’s it.  He said if I could get Matt to do it he would sign the multi-million dollar contract I wrote up.  If he signed, I’d have it made.”

“So you sold Novak out for job security?”

“I didn’t sell him out.  The guy was paying him.  It was a job.”

“You didn’t know about the portal or the demons?”

“Are you insane?” he shrieked.  “What portal?  What demons?”

Louise hit him again.

“What was that for?” he cried.

“To jog your memory.”

“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything.”

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do,” she said, waving her hand in front of his face.

Gregory, exhaled.  His hand fell limply to his lap and the blood from his nose dripped onto his crisp, white shirt.  “Gregory Mason?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

“Gregory Mason, do you know anything about Novak’s panting being a portal for demons.”

“He said they wouldn’t hurt him.  Said everything would be okay, they just needed a doorway.  Nothing could go wrong.  If he painted the picture they would make me a partner within the year.  No one would be harmed.  Everything would be okay.”

“Who is the man who wanted the painting?”

“I just met him.  He told me what he wanted and I drew up a contract.  A lot of money is involved, feather in my cap.  But when he came in to sign, he said he would only do it if Matthew painted the picture.”

“Why Matthew?”

“I don’t know.  I didn’t ask.”

“Who is his wife, the woman in the painting?”

“I never met her but I don’t think that was his wife.”

“Who is she?”

“Not the wife.  He didn’t talk about her the way a man talks about his wife.”

“Does your secretary know anything about this?”

“No.”

“You will not call your client and you won’t remember what we talked about, is that crystal clear?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks, Greg.” said Louise, snapping her fingers.

“My nose.  I think you broke my nose,” he cried, trying to wipe the blood off his shirt.

“Your nose isn’t broken, ya big baby.  Put ice on it.   You’re a bad friend and a bad person, Gregory.  You agreed to let demons escape from the pit and run free in the world, for personal gain and that’s a no-no.”

“I didn’t,” he insisted.

Novak got up, walked around the desk and punched Gregory in the nose.

“Okay, now your nose is broken,” snickered Louise, over Gregory’s moaning. “Nice shot, Novak.”

“You two need help in there?” called Shane.

“Be done in a sec,” yelled Louise, waving both hands in front of Gregory. “Let’s go, Novak, she said, and they walked out of his office.

“What did you just do to him?” he asked.

“Nothing lethal, he just may end up working in a place where they put french fries in tiny cardboard holders for a bit.  He’ll be confused for about six months.”

“You can do that?”

“I just DID that,” said Louise, staring at Shane.  “Um, Shane?”

“Nice talking to you,” said Shane, smiling at Gregory’s secreatry.

The secretary smiled back.  “You too and I’ll be sure and try that vegan deli you told me about.”

“You won’t be sorry.”

“You make a friend?” asked Louise, once they were on the elevator.

“You know I don’t have time for friends,” said Shane, pressing the button.  “You, Amelia, Billy and Princess are my only friends.”

“Coo?” asked he bird.

“Yes, of course, you too.”

“Who’s Princess?” asked Novak.

“Her gun,” said Louise.

“I’d probably name a gun like that, if I had one,” he said.  “I went to school with Gregory.  I can’t believe he…”

“I’m sorry,” said Louise, touching his hand.  “You wouldn’t believe how often this kind of thing happens.”

“A lot,” said Shane.  “A LOT.”

“Coo,” said Graywing, bobbing up and down.  “Coo.”

 

Edith…Ten

“Maybe I can’t fly because I’m too big.  You guys are all slight and wispy,” said Edith.

“Maybe, but I don’t think that’s it,” said Lilly, kicking her feet as they sat on a branch in the old Oak tree.  “I think you can either fly or your can’t.”

“I guess.”

“You did well at Court today.  I mean we’re alive, so you must have done something right.”

“Thanks,” said Edith. “The Queen’s really nice.”

“I don’t think she knows what a refrigerator is,” snickered Lilly.  “She’s probably never been in a kitchen.”

Edith gasped.  “I never thought of that!”

“Well, she liked your drawing, that’s for sure.  And I didn’t hang up your picture to make you feel better,” said Lilly.  “I hung it up because I like it and you that’s the truth because fairies can’t lie.”

“Seriously?  They can’t lie?” said Edith in amazement.  “How can you possibly manage?”

“We manipulate words, Love, that’s how we manage. We say things in a way that no one knows exactly what we mean.  We also twist things so that others think they know what we mean, when they don’t.  It’s not a good way to communicate but life can be vicious and we never truly know who we can trust.”

“I get it,” said Edith.  “It’s like if someone asks you if you like her dress and you don’t but you know she loves what she’s wearing, so you say the dress looks great on her.   That way the other person feels good about herself and you didn’t have to tell her that the dress isn’t something you would buy for yourself, right?  Humans lie all the time time and I know life can be nasty, believe me.  Lois Harken had her lunch stolen every day by Brad Digger.  He was so awful.  People who lie think everyone lies so they don’t even recognize the truth when it’s right in front of them.  I don’t know why it has to be that way but never being able to lie must be difficult.”

“It’s all what you’re used to, Love.  Fairies don’t know how to live any other way.   All of us are what we are taught to be.”

“I guess,” said Edith, thoughtfully.

“We accept what we are used to and that’s never a good thing.  Acceptance stops us from thinking for ourselves.”

“I don ‘t want to live with Buttercup.  I want to stay here with you and that’s the truth.”

“You’ll have to talk to your mother about that.”

“Why?  You told the Queen that you would be responsible for half of me.”

“I did, didn’t I,” said Lilly, remembering Edith telling the Queen that she wasn’t half of a child but a whole one.

“So I want to stay with you, at least the half you’re responsible for.  Can I get a cat?”

“A cat?”

“I had a cat named Geraldine, and I miss her a lot.  It was so hard to leave her behind,” said Edith, sniffing loudly.  “She was black and white with a pink nose and the softest paws ever.”

“I like cats too. Maybe we can work something out.”

Edith threw her arm around Lilly’s shoulder.  “I’d hug you with both arms but I’m afraid I’ll fall out of the tree.”

“I understand,” said Lilly, looking down.

“Why do you think my mother didn’t love me?  I don’t care, not really, I’m just curious.  My teacher, Mr. Bender, said that I was curious to a fault but I don’t believe that’s even possible and I told him that, so he wouldn’t let me go out for recess, which was fine because I got to stay in and draw.”

“That was a long sentence.”

“I know but why didn’t she love me?”

“She loves you very much.”

“I don’t think so.  And if she does, that kind of love doesn’t count.  It’s more imaginary, or just an idea, rather than a true feeling.  You don’t give those you love to mean people.  At least, not where I come from.”

“You come from her, Love.”

“Not really.”

“Yes, really.”

“I want to find the other Edith and tell her the truth.  I want her parents to finally meet their real daughter.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea for anyone.”

“Why not?  Her mother didn’t give her away.  That Edith was stolen.”

“Steven lived with human parents until he was eleven.  He ran away, just as you did.”

“Does he know his real parents?”

“He knows his father.  His mother was trapped and killed by humans, while she was watching him play in a park.  She always kept an eye on him, even though she knew it was an extremely dangerous thing to do.”

“So, she loved him.”

“She did.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“We all are, Love,” sighed Lilly.

“Why do humans and fairies hate each other so much?”

“I will answer all of your questions but it’s time for the feast, so may we postpone that discussion until later?”

“Yes, of course,” said Edith immediately.  “We’re going to a feast?”

“We’re going to a feast for you, Love.  A feast to celebrate the homecoming of a child who found her way back.”

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: