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A Short Story

 

 

"She’s put out a beer for me!   That’s so thoughtful!" 

He feels shamed, just when he was thinking she takes him for granted.

He’s been slaving away out here all morning in the sweltering heat, cutting-back this enormous bloody bougainvillea that she keeps nagging him about.  It’s the Council's green waste pick-up tomorrow and he’s taken the day off, from the monotony of his daily commute, to a job that he has long since mastered, to get this done.  

He’s bleeding where the thorns have torn at his shirtless torso.  His sweat makes pink runnels in the grey dust that is thick on his office-pale skin.  The scratches sting, as the salty rivulets reach them, and he’s not sure that he hasn’t had too much sun.  He knows he’ll be sore in the office tomorrow.

 

 

Bougainvillia

 

 ***

 

"That’s so nice; she’s chilled the can in the freezer first and put it in the shade on the garden bench – really thoughtful."

“Oh, my aching back!” he exclaims to no one in particular.  It’s great to sit here in the shade for a moment, in his garden, his one real hobby and joy, enveloped in the early summer scents of roses and jasmine, as he enjoys an ice-cold beer. 

“This is just what I need,” he sighs, listening to the birds in the trees overhead and the distant buzz of a lawnmower.  It’s a soothing break before he attempts to cut and bundle these vicious branches - more scratches and heavy lifting coming up.   

 “Ah this beer’s good!” he says, satisfied.  The beer clears away the dust.  He likes to say that’s what a cold beer is best at – 'washing away dust and life's bitterness'. 'Existential detritus' he calls it.

"You know”, he thinks, "this is the most thoughtful thing she's done for me in, I don’t know how long." 

"I can’t even think when was the last time she did something for me, that was not really about me doing something for her.” 

Generally, he feels taken for granted.  He's a good breadwinner he goes to work, comes home, fixes things around the house, puts out the garbage, packs the dishwasher, washes and irons his own shirts, keeps the money coming in – but it’s all just expected – no thanks required or given.  

Then suddenly she does something like this: this wonderful, thoughtful beer.

To be fair, he doesn’t always acknowledge the things she does either, between her commitments to the tennis club and her gym.  She does keep in shape for him. Sexy!

"I’ll get her some more expensive flowers this afternoon,” he thinks, reviewing the scattered blossom from this morning’s efforts.

 

Blossom

 

 

But this beer makes up for so much.  It says: "I do appreciate you, even though I don’t always tell you so.” 

He’s in love with her all over again - and in lust.  "I'll spend more time on that something special, that she really likes, for her tonight," he decides, aroused.

Now he can attack those bloody thorns revitalised.  

 ***

 

When she went out early, he wasn’t even sure that she would remember that he was taking the day off to do this today.  But obviously she was listening, she’s been going on about: 'cutting back the out-of-control bougainvillea', for weeks.  

“I’ve done a great job. The garden looks great.  Even if I do say so myself,” he pronounces aloud, to no one in particular.  

Three big neat bundles, are now bound up in natural twine, to Council specification, and a pile of fallen scarlet blossom; leaves have been raked-up; the dust swept away to the bin; and the paths are hosed down.

“God, I stink!” he declares happily - proof of hard labour. “Time for a shower.”

 

***

 

“Ahh, this’ great!”  Soaping up under the soothing water he feels like singing: “I’m singing in the rain, just…”

But what's this?  As the shower screen glass mists-up are the faint remains of something scrawled large, in some recent fog: HORPER; HAPDER? - a message to the cleaners?

Wham!  The bathroom door has slammed open.  “You selfish bastard!” she’s screaming at him.  “Did you drink Jim’s beer?”  She’s beside herself with fury.

He’s appalled.  “Who’s Jim?” he demands. 

“Jim my friend who’s kindly been helping me move the dining room table. And you just drank his beer. You prick!”

“You’re giving some bloke a beer for moving the table? Why not ask me to help last night?  What else does he do for you?

“Why would you care?” she shouts - but now he detects an edge of defensiveness - and she's performing - for a double audience? 

He hears a movement. Jim is lurking somewhere back there. In our bedroom?

“Is he as good in bed as he was in the shower?” He finds himself demanding, in an appalling epiphany.

“Much better than you!” she yells incautiously, partly for her lover's benefit.

 

***

 

Naked and wet, he pushes past her, out of the bathroom and storms through the house, out to the garden bench.  Snatching up the bitter can, he throws it down on the ground and crushes the thin metal with his bare foot.  Again, and again.

The front door slams behind him, as she leaves the house, with the unseen Jim. 

In the midday heat, his instep and heel have begun to spurt ominously to the beat of his heart.   A sticky bougainvillea-red puddle blossoms out on the lawn, in vivid contrast to the jade-green grass. 

Looking down, in horror, at his sliced open foot, he feels chill.  He's about to faint.  The colourful scene turns grey as he falls, headlong into the golden roses, slamming his head onto the stone border.  

Now all is black and soundless.  

 

***

 

His naked body, half sunburnt and scratched, half ghostly pale, still glistening from the shower, lies unconscious in a golden bed of scattered rose petals.  The heady perfume of the flowers is tinged with the metallic scent of blood.

The scarlet ponds at its feet and head spread, then darken, then grow no more.

The razor-sharp sides of the torn can glisten in the unrelenting sun. 

In the distance, the mower is mowing again. 

From a house nearby, the sound of a choir is wafting on the breeze.  Mozart.  The Requiem.

No one comes.

 

 

 

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Travel

Europe 2022 - Part 2

 

 

 

In July and August 2022 Wendy and I travelled to Europe and to the United Kingdom (no longer in Europe - at least politically).

This, our first European trip since the Covid-19 pandemic, began in Berlin to visit my daughter Emily, her Partner Guido, and their children, Leander and Tilda, our grandchildren there.

Part 1 of this report touched on places in Germany then on a Baltic Cruise, landing in: Denmark, Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Sweden and the Netherlands. Read more...

Now, Part 2 takes place in northern France. Part 3, yet to come, takes place in England and Scotland.

Read more: Europe 2022 - Part 2

Fiction, Recollections & News

The Book of Mormon

 

 

 

 

Back in the mid 1960's when I was at university and still living at home with my parents in Thornleigh, two dark suited, white shirted, dark tied, earnest young men, fresh from the United States, appeared at our door.

Having discovered that they weren't from IBM my mother was all for shooing them away.  But I was taking an interest in philosophy and psychology and here were two interesting examples of religious fervour.

As I often have with similar missionaries (see: Daniel, the Jehovah’s Witness in Easter on this Website), I invited them in and they were very pleased to tell me about their book.  I remember them poised on the front of our couch, not daring or willing to sit back in comfort, as they eagerly told me about their revelation.  

And so it came to pass that a week ago when we travelled to Melbourne to stay with my step-son Lachlan and his family and to see the musical: The Book of Mormon I was immediately taken back to 1964.

Read more: The Book of Mormon

Opinions and Philosophy

The Chimera of Clean Coal

The Chimera - also known as carbon capture and storage (CCS) or Carbon Sequestration

 

 


Carbon Sequestration Source: Wikimedia Commons

 

Whenever the prospect of increased carbon consumption is debated someone is sure to hold out the imminent availability of Clean Coal Technology; always just a few years away. 

I have discussed this at length in the article Carbon Sequestration (Carbon Capture and Storage) on this website. 

In that detailed analysis I dismissed CCS as a realistic solution to reducing carbon dioxide emissions for the following reasons:

Read more: The Chimera of Clean Coal

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