Pain heals pain. This struck her tormented mind with Light.
Her cat had been at the Vet’s for almost a week. Memories of an unhappy upbringing had been strangling her throat throughout this time.
Forgiving was materially impossible, forgetting was a dream and finding some sort of justice would not help a grain of rice.
She had “luckily ” found a stuffed toy to stroke- instead of the cat- the day before.
Outside Agent Provocateur she stood, trembling under the rain so even her umbrella seemed to be shaking, with a two hundred quid in her pocket which she had kept for six months- for an emergency.
Under the lights of Soho, she knew what she needed. A good painful spanking. And she was about to purchase the nastiest SM outfit, including the Whip.
The only way out of Pain is a new kind of Pain.
Because Pain plus Pain equals Pleasure, the same way Pleasure plus Pleasure voids Pleasure.
That’s the wheel of Life.
When she was about to go inside with all sorts of plans of going into the local parlour to entertain strangers, she heard a familiar voice.
“I’ve got exactly what you need here.”[sociallocker][/sociallocker]
“An SM outfit and whip for free, plus a good spanking?” She thought. But Life can bring wishes beyond our expectations, at times.
She turned around. A tall figure with wet hair and loving eyes was smiling at her. It was the Vet.
“Here’s Snowy your cat. I was looking for you. He woke up from his coma this morning but your phone was off. Now darling- you two go back home and please don’t you ever come back to this place.”
A tear of joy danced its way down her cheek as she felt the weight of her comforted cat.
It was a stormy midnight near the palace.
The Bat was really enjoying the shower of vicious-like rain and looking for company. As he was flying near the hill, he thought he could remotely hear something crying.
It was a snail.
“Help, help, somebody help me!” The snail was drowning inside the puddle.
“This will make a nice dinner for me!” Thought the Bat.
“I’ve got you Snail, you’re safe now!” The Snail cried in relief by the puddle and said
“You saved my life! I shall be your very best friend from today! ”
The Bat’s heart looped at these words and he changed his mind about having the Snail for dinner.
“Do you need anything else, Snail?”
“Yes, please! Can you get me a teddy-bat to play with?” Answered the baby snail.
So the bat flew back to his cave to get the toy and the rain stopped.
After three days of sunny weather the Bat was flying around the Palace and he caught a glimpse of the teddy-bat inside the fountain. It was the toy he has given to the Snail.
He went out to find his snail-friend.
“Why did you leave the present I gave you?”
The Snail looked down and said
“Because since I got the teddy-bat the rest of the snails are jealous and they won’t talk to me!”
Suddenly, a storm broke out again and the Bat and the Snail quickly took shelter.
“I’m sure we can fix your problem, said the Bat. Lets go and find your friends”
Both flew off under the rain seeking for the other snails, but they couldn’t find them. The Snail started to worry.
“They’re all in trouble, if you are looking for the snails, said the Spider who had heard them, outside the Stable! ”
“Come and show us, said the Bat!” All three friends flew clinged to each other towards the Stable and found six snails caught in a puddle.
The Baby Snail thought quick and said
“Spider, make a net as fast as you can and we will tie the teddy-bat to the end and throw it to get them out, safely!”
“Brilliant idea”, said the Bat.
Once all creatures were safe by the Stable the Bat asked the snails,
“WHY have you been ignoring my snail friend? ”
“Because he won’t share the teddy-bat with us!”
“Baby Snail, said the Bat, friends are more important than toys. ”
“I know, I have realised this now. Why don’t you go get us six more teddy-bats and we can all learn how to swim?”
“Excellent idea!” Said the Snails, the Bat and the Spider.
So the sun came out again and all the snails played happily in the water as the Bat and the Snail watched from a branch.
That awkward moment. It gets even more frequent as we grow older.
Usually involving a middle-aged divorcee: we ask for her age. “How old do I look?” She ventures. Of course, you are not to offend her, as you want her to give you a lift to the airport- and also your new date’s approval.
So you subtract twenty odd years from the age she actually looks. And that’s when it all starts. Middle-aged ego boosted, you have to sit there listening to a half-hour pseudo-beauty lecture and confession about her “Secret“.
What “Secret”? Can’t she suss out you just lied to her because you feel like your sitting on pins when you’re around her? Or that you need that lift to catch your flight?
“I don’t smoke, don’t drink and am a vegan.”
or “Good skin runs in my family”
or even “I use cold water to shower”.
But if the lady in question is into Facial Yoga or swimming competitions, you’ll want to stick those pins up her eyes.
I have learnt through the years that the best thing to say when stuck in one of these situations is not to lie, or to add ten years to the age she actually looks, to save your head- and precious time.
Now the fat divorcee is driving you to the airport, calling you her newly adopted daughter, and making funny faces on the wheel. Facial Yoga. Oh, no! her eyes are strongly shut! And we’re speeding at 80 mph!
Not only she’s giving you a Facial Yoga lesson, but it appears like you have offered her a drink, because she’s all high, comparing herself to Nicole Kidman.
She’s using phrases like “when I was your age” and boasting about her achievements. You hold your date’s hand tightly as he’s avoiding eye-contact because he’s aware of your discomfort.
“Open your eyes auntie, for God’s sake!”
When you think the nightmare’s over, and you’re just in time to catch your flight back home, she starts searching into her smartphone to try and give you the link to the YouTube Facial Yoga videos. Just what I needed. And she can’t find them.
“Believe me, Facial Yoga will change your life!”
“Will Facial Yoga give me an upgrade to First Class?” You badly want to ask.
As your irritation is burning your cheeks, you can’t resist anymore:
“By the way, how did you get that limp?”
And your date dumps you. Can’t care less, you’ve spotted a tanned hot surfer at the Check-in queue, he’s smiling at you- and he LOOKS TWENTY-FIVE!
Her best friend calls her a compulsive polygamist.
She just can’t do without nine guys on the speed dial.
Like a magician shuffling his cards craftily, she fits in all the men into her semi-chaotic, semi-super organised schedule.
Blonde wig fot Danny, change home routes after slapping Stewart goodbye, play the broke student with Phil, French accent for Thomas… and no cheat sheets inside the cupboard!
And she uses the same pet name for all nine. Ugly-duckling.
It’s not second nature to her. It is first nature.
When she breaks up with one she whines like a teenager and forgets about the remaining eight. Love- unexplained. That’s when she calls her mother.
He extreme feminity, and occasional outbursts of masculine-like anger intrigue even herself…
But how she makes a living is not obvious.
She is a Spy.
I haven’t exercised for a week and my do-do list is only half ticked.
I’m going to do what they do nowadays, take 12-13 minutes of meditation. By the way, I hate it. So I shall do an experiment. I want to see if meditation will give me creative, practical ideas to sort out my week… because it has already started with a limp.
half an hour later….
Oh, girl. The ten minutes before the meditation, after I made the strong resolution to sit down and do it, were the best.
I must point out, I needed my killer high heels to get myself to do it….
I felt sweetly excited and blissed like by the touch of an Alien. My body became bubble-light, elastic such as chewing gum, and fizzy like lemonade. I didn’t have enough space in my body to host the Oxygen traffic.
Dance, fight, knit or work, I can’t make up my mind what I want to do- I’ll do anything that pops in first. I have carried on my research for my project online.
Energy is overflowing and a nerve is asking me to Concentrate on a task.
I only meditated for nine minutes. I might be too excited. That makes a change from the gloom and anger I felt yesterday- Monday.
I can fix this week now- I’ve got the feeling I will even go beyond that- and embrace all that my spirit desires to get me doing!
But two hours later….
Had the most upsetting nightmare I’ve ever had: Cannibals got hold of London and enslaved us. It went on for about two hours. I questioned during the nightmare wether it was real, and was so deep into it only the phone ringing saved me.
I don’t mind, I want to meditate again tomorrow! This time, with my high heels and make-up on!
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 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.