Destiny’s Labyrinth

AA681EA5-12E8-4F85-B70C-725E69C8E96DIt was a sleep-through Saturday when a very pleasant, multi-dimentional dream got spoilt by a truck horn.

In the dream, a jeweller shouted „all items free today!”

As reality quickly hosted the small space in Lydia’s living room, she didn’t even bother brushing her hair to fly to the grocer’s for energy drink supplies.

The door squeaked rudely when she got back and there was mail on the floor. It looked like a greeting card.

She laughed to herself for the first time in a week.

Who would want to greet a bankrupt, overweight, cheap energy drink addict who had to dump the mail into the reclying bin just as the Doctor ordered her to ?!

The card was an ounce heavy and she forgot the shopping bag on her doorstep (recession times turn neighbours into either theives or best mates).

Lydia W. mechanically groomed for the card ritual and cleared a few empty cans dotted around. She still had a smile on her face.

”This is a joke I predict”.

It wasn’t.

As she opened it, image and sound memories surfaced from a hectic airport: a golden ring had fallen out of the envelope.

That’s right….

Three years back, she had missed a very crucial business flight because of that braty ring.

That jewel was the beginning of the life events that made her believe someone had given her the  „Evil Eye” -but she never thought she knew who it was.

It was during a summer heatwave. She was queuing for the Lost & Found Desk and determined to return the ring she  had stepped over while using the escalators. Not in time to catch her plane.

When she got back to the office her job and bits and bobs of her perfect life started crumbling apart.

As she held the card, her heart was beating slightly faster because she felt like ripping  it.

Luuuuuckily, she read it.

„Dearest Mrs W, thank you for returning my ring to the desk in summer 2016. It is a very precious charm. When I got it back, I was very happy, especially because I could pawn-broke it to pay for my Nursing Diploma.

”I have been working for some time in the addiction field and Dr Shanti and I are getting married.

„We have lots of future plans and are coming to the island to open an addiction clinic for women.

„I have had the chance to google you- please forgive me for this- and Dr Shanti had the idea of employing you to do all the Marketing…. which is the least we could do.

„We are ever so grateful you changed our lives and we pray for you.

„Please consider our proposal with the ring on your beautiful left hand.

„We look forward to getting a positive answer.

„Best wishes,

Anne and Dr Shanti.„

A tear tickled Lydia’s hand as she squeezed the ring tightly onto her finger.

A very

Mineral water…. expensive mineral water….. a wild craving took hold of her…. but she grabbed a fountain pen and her last sheet of paper to reply to them instead.

The End.

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The Solo Party

BA37B152-DEB8-4F89-BD66-A112A5EEFC56Another February Friday morning at the factory, but today, Dave has shown  up fully compliant with his gear and uniform.

– You’re looking a little different today. The new trainee wants to know it all.

– I don’t like Christmas.

– It’s February the 7th today! We have all almost forgotten the meaning of the word „Christmas”!

– You wouldn’t want to know how large and wide the meaning of Christmas is to me.

– Of course. And those watery eyes?

– Just collecting some fresh tears for the upcoming summer draught.

– So Dave’s not feeling that blue today, is he? She squeezes his left cheek out of impulse.

– I’m actually trying to cry as much as I can til the tank is empty, so I never need to do that crying again. Then it will all be giggles.

– If that’s your new trick to lay your bricks, then great…. oh, I heard you’re endind your shift early today. Anything exciting?

– I’m throwing a solo party tonight.

– A „ solo party”? What the pepper is that? You mean we’re uninvited?

– Had my yearly ratio of carelessness… now I need to know what it’s like for those who don’t get the chance or who just don’t wanna go out weekends- you know, what goes through their heads. Always been intrigued by this.

– But you’ve been going on about Friday night all week!

– I’ve changed my mind this morning.

– Oh.

Their colleagues stop chatting to listen to Dave instead, who’s not the good old Dave today.

– At 33 I’ve lived pretty fast.

The trainee insists.

– But what if you really get the blues and then you stay stuck in there?

– I might get the blues, the purples and the blacks. Yet my reward will come the day after, when my mobile phone starts jumping up and down in the living room… because all my mates will want to narrate their own distorted version about the Friday Night little adventure….

– Okay, so tell me, what will you be doing with yourself all evening?

– Well it might be dusting out one of those unopened birthday present books…. or practising that new trendy beard grooming in front of the mirror… or even writing a thank you card to my very generous guardian angel….

– I see….

– and if the party turns out to be a commotion, rest reassured: I will be giving away all my old spirit bottles and nightclub membership cards to the local shelter guys!

The End.

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Do Not Laugh

Do Not Laugh?

Luckily for us two-legged hoarders it is legal to laugh. Almost everywhere.

 

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If life has battered you like a baseball and you cannot even remember the last time you laughed from the deepest of your diaphragm, I’ve got a few tips for you to reconnect to the funny side of baked beans on the bus seat and get you and those around you pumping oxygen without the need of steroids injections.

1- Laugh at yourself. Yes, it all starts here. Laugh at your warts, two left feet and botched highlights if you want to spark the fire.

It doesn’t matter who’s around you- your enemies will be disarmed.

2- Laugh at others with Love care and affection. No need to be scornfulumanoide-548392.jpg or humiliating. Make the subject of your jokes an innocent child. They’ll love it and they will laugh too.

3- Laugh when you’re on your own. Whether it’s remembering funny things or planning a joke. Don’t worry about pedestrians thinking you need to visit the shrink!

4- Make strangers laugh.

5- Read jokes books.

6- Watch comedies and cartoons.

7- Next time you Laugh, make sure you “disconnect” from your immediate environment: leave your hot tea mug on the nearest surface… then bend over and laugh til you’re out of breathe.

8- Don’t take authority too seriously.

9- Remember every little drama has it’s funny side. Look for it.

10- Take delibertely ugly Selfies and show them around- you don’t need to post them anywhere.

11- Speak out of your mind. Set your repressed unconsciousness free. You will soon learn that the first thing that springs to our mind is usually the right thing to say.

12- Remind your friends, colleagues and relatives about that joke they made that made you Laugh so much. This will create a comedy bond!

13- Keep your lungs as healthy as you can by reducing tobacco smoke and exercising more!

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New Monday

Monday, they call it

But mine will not be boring

The perfect excuse to make a new start

Speak out from my Guts, start the fire spark

Flat’s a mess, hair’s frizzy and can’t find my keys

I love the War zone where I shall plant my tree.

 

Weekend chaos mimics the Big Bang

Energy flowing -it’s body-soul mis match

Because this week my World will change

I blow a kiss to the mirror

Don’t I love this place!

 

I’ll fix it as it breaks

Because there is such thing as Fate

And it’s smiling at my Face!

 

 

I whistle

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i can whistle too

I whistle because this minute’s perfect. I don’t know about the next minute to come, or the next after that, but if I whistle, I can hold on to this perfect minute and extend its life-spam.

Something seems to be whistling back at me. No, not something, more than one thing. The cars beeping angrily -ha haha why are these drivers angry?!- The birds telling each other stories about us humans, the Church Bells announcing yet another perfect wedding, and – of course- the smartphone getting messages.

I want to take my music somewhere with me, so I leave my pack of cigarettes behind, get my keys, and not even thinking about where I am off to, I start hoping happily along the corridor, to the stairs. Now this music is The Ticket.

I’m getting better at it. Passers by smile at me- not all of them- and a toddler  has even grabbed my leg.

 

But, what I really want, is somebody to start whistling back at me. That’s the direction I will move towards!

 

If nobody whistles back to me by 5:00 PM, I shall come back to Reality and purchase a pack of cigarettes.