Yes, I know. I have been slack-but you dear readers
will be pleased to know that 82 Not Out! is back on deck –and is actually
another year older. Retaining the blog name because I like the sound of it. 83 Not Out would
sound a little desperate I think –not quite
‘cricket’.
So here we go again.
Can’t tell you how many notes
and jottings I have made since last blog published. Desk and lazyboy strewn
with them. Some are now past sale by date but here goes...
Best news -Elections OVER!!!!!
All I can say is it was the best reality show circus on
tv ever. MY firm personal deep understanding of KARMA remains intact.- a brand new
unpredictable senate has come back to bite the wag of the dog that dumped it!
Best viewing throughout the election period was
watching the body language as smiles and out turned palms turned to clenched teeth and heavy fists.
Now we are back into watching condescending supercilious teacher politician mode
on screen.
Oh I must add that I am a British and N.Z. citizen
so didn’t vote...so yes... I am in no position
to judge democracy in action.
TheTweets on Q and A make great viewing! Some showing
wit and intelligence that beats the panel speaking, shouting, over each other.
But really- an
Inquiry into Islam? Why not into
Christianity? Hinduism? Yoruba? That is just craziness and ignorance and lack
of personal inquiry and study. Read, read, read and take time to study and
absorb comparative religion and history. The family tree history and branches of
all religions is amazing...lots of extremists
and wars throughout there believe
me.
OK. No more today on politics or religion. It is a
combination that can be stressful to bring into any discussion as people (like myself)
get emotionally charged up. Example- you
should have heard me after watching fine piece of reporting by Jane Bardon called
‘A Big Mob in the House’on
indigenous housing in Arnham Land –what an idictment on society that scenario is.
Back to Stress...pets in the USA cities are on anti-depressants...does that surprise
you? Think about it ...We humans are so concerned about stress
on pets, stress on whales, stress on crocodiles on bears on tigers as we plough through their environment and now
down under one of our cities is going to install large metal ferns for trees!! So
so artistic! Leave us our green please. We humans are animals too!
Thanks for reading through so far. I’m not always outspoken...I
lead a laid back unsocial lifestyle writing stories or poetry. Next blog I’ll tellyou about the
Poets on Beaches amazing workshop I tutored
at the visually stunning Kewarra Beach Resort.Having won the last two
short short monthly comps for the CTWF. Go
to the Cairns Tropical Writers Festival
web page. And get ready for the August festival...Oh back to the short short stories hope you will enjoy this one. On the
theme Emma and the Bagman.
It’s called Poster
Man.
Poster Man. Tiny shorts
story. 447 words.
HazelMenehira
Lean
in black leather Garcia rested a studded boot on a crumbling wall beside the
remote market square. A nonchalant smile quivered over the lined sensuous face
beneath the black sombrero brim.
His keen vision targeted a spindly unkempt young
girl trailing behind a corpulent nun. They were threading their way through
market stalls toward the mission church beyond the fountain.
Garcia
watched as Sister Roza ignored the seven-year-old charge who tugged at her gown
imploring that they rest on the fountain steps.
“Emmamaria we late. You rest outside
mission child.”
The
girl frowned and dragged her feet. She was hot, thirsty and miserable. It had
been a long dusty walk from the orphanage.
Then
quite unexpectedly her face and attitude changed. She had glimpsed the
marionette master entertaining with his colourful dancing puppets.
“Here. Here. Please... please Sister Roza.
Look how they dance. Here. I rest here. Won’t move. Here, I stay here.”
Emmamaria glared with defiance- but in habitual
cunning fashion crossed herself demurely. Also hot and thirsty Sister Roza was
exasperated. Eager to arrive on time for her business meeting she capitulated with
a strong stare.
“Not an inch. You hear me. Not an inch
girl.”
Then she waddled off.
A
skilful modern bandito Garcia had no
problem befriending Emmamaria. He loved little girls and also marionette shows.
It was a breeze for him to lure, and abduct her.Life-experienced in important bandito
matters - robberies, drug running, hostages- he also
stole her favourite puppet.
A delighted Emmamaria filled with
tacos, oranges and soda pop was ensconced in the passenger seat of Garcia’s sleek
but rusty black Cadillac. She dozed, sang or chatted happily for hours as they
sped across the border.
“I’m Emmamaria. Emma for short. Who you?”
“Me? Garcia Del Fiamenderamonez. Most
wanted bandito poster man on planet,” he quipped.
“Long name,” said Emma.
“Call me Bag man.”
“Funny name too... well... where we go
Bag man?”
“Here,” he answered as they pulled
into a city car park behind a flash tourist hotel. “My woman. She work here.
Her name Emma too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.... She cleans, changes beds, handles
laundry in basement. She cross border to city years ago. I do truck driver work
then. I pick up laundry bags at backdoor. We talk. She tell me ’bout you. She
first to call me Bag man. I take you back to your mother.”
THE END –next Blog some poems and another story.Blessings
to you all Hzl
Oh Big news...just published my 16th book Spin Into Drama
