Assassin

‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’

He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen. 

‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’

He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen.

She was beautiful, absolutely no doubt about it; a work of art one might say. She moved with the grace of a dancer and her smile could light up a room

‘Good morning my lovely’ he whispered

She couldn’t hear him of course but still he took pleasure in watching her. She waved to a guy selling coffee from a little street cart, jumped over a puddle and laughed as the water splashed her heels. This girl had such a lust for life…..

Kadem had been watching this one for weeks; his job necessitated that he learn as much as possible about his subjects. He studied her and her interactions with others, he looked at her work, her productivity rates and her online profiles. Of course, he wasn’t supposed to have any kind of emotional attachment and, normally, he could maintain a professional distance but this one was different…..

The guys he worked for had decided that she should be terminated and that was all there was to it but Christ! this would be hard! How did you end something so beautiful, so alive? His fingered hovered, he hesitated…….he never hesitated. Why was this so difficult? He had a job to do, why couldn’t he do it?

He ran his fingers through his hair, distracted, agitated and then turned his attention back to the girl once again. She was laughing at something; her long blonde hair was whipped up in the breeze and she pushed it impatiently away from her face, then she turned…

It was as though she was looking straight at him. The laughter faded from her eyes and something else replaced it. She didn’t turn away or run, she just stood there staring, her face sad.

“You cannot see me” Kadem said out loud “You can’t possibly see me”

This had never happened before, what the hell was he going to do? The girl still hadn’t moved but now her head was bowed, her eyes lowered; the stance of a supplicant. Kadem had never regretted his choice of career, he had a huge amount of freedom and was exceptionally well paid but this…oh this…….he brushed a lone tear from his cheek and steeled himself to do what he knew he must do…

<DELETE> One key stroke and she was gone.

‘Fuck! I hate this job sometimes!’ Kadem said to himself…there was no-one else there.

 

Lisa x

Hold on……..

I’m so afraid. 

If I let go I’ll drop

I don’t know how far 

Because I can’t look down

I’m so afraid.

If I let go I’ll drop

I don’t know how far

Because I can’t look down

Is there something there to break

My fall. You say it’s safe, you tell me to

Let go! What do you see that I don’t

Can you see the chasm beneath

The single step to freedom

I can’t see, I don’t know

So stop telling me

I have to let go

Of the past

Lisa x

What Will Be Left?

One day you will be gone, to ashes or dust

Your short time over, finished, no mess, no fuss

All you will leave in your place is memories

One day you will be gone, to ashes or dust

Your short time over, finished, no mess, no fuss

All you will leave in your place is memories

I have one question, I beg you, listen please

For all those who love you, won’t see you again

Will the memories be happy or nothing but pain?

I have written this for two bloggers who may or may not realise that it’s for them. I’m not going to tell you who they are as their stories are not mine to tell but they touched me and this simple poem is for them, written with love and sympathy.

Someday, someone will have to live with nothing more than memories of you, please make them happy ones.

Lisa

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FOWC: Shed

If only we could shed our pain as easily as a snake sheds its skin.

We can but we cannot bear to leave the skin behind whereas

the snake slithers. Free. 

If only we could shed our pain as easily as a snake sheds its skin.

We can but we cannot bear to leave the skin behind whereas

the snake slithers. Free.

For another of  Fandango’s utterly addictive one word prompts

Lisa

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FOWC: Haphazard

We search for direction, a straight marked road ahead

We are lost and found and lost again, ever turning

A disorganised mess of organised chaos. Butterfly

Wings beat, one millisecond, we are off course again

We search for direction, a straight marked road ahead

We are lost and found and lost again, ever turning

A disorganised mess of organised chaos. Butterfly

Wings beat, one millisecond, we are off course again

We don’t see, the path is set; it’s life, haphazard….

What is it about these one word prompts? They just seem to fire something in my imagination! Thanks again to the wonderful Fandango for the cerebral stimulation ;O)

Lisa x

Past Mistakes…..

Torquemada blazed the trail, thousands perished

In the great name of Faith he struck them down, proud

Thomas Cromwell tortured, maimed, broke heretics

In God’s name and the King’s: treason or some such

Torquemada blazed the trail, thousands perished

In the great name of Faith he struck them down, proud

Thomas Cromwell tortured, maimed, broke heretics

In God’s name and the King’s: treason or some such

Bloody Mary turned the tables once again

Three hundred burned alive for not believing

Another Cromwell, O, set brother against

Brother in the name of the Father. Revolt.

Hitler, 6 million more would meet their end

For their beliefs. Omar al-Bashir brought fear

To Darfur. More millions dead, still dying

So Many more names belong here. Remembered

For torment, evil, killing of believers

Of non-believers. Of black and white. Of rich

And poor alike. Death in the name of something

Under a righteous banner, held aloft

We remember. Still. Why do we never learn?

Many people are saying that these are terrible times, with unprecedented violence and persecution and yet history will show us that it has ever been thus. Since time immemorial human beings have been fighting against each other in the name of religion or for their land or their beliefs and what do we have to show for it? Nothing has changed, we’re still fighting, we’ve just found more sophisticated and efficient ways of doing it.  Even after thousands and thousands of years we still haven’t learned to accept each other for who we are………….sad really……….

Lisa

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Assassination Attempts & a Doppelganger

Morning All :O) I don’t know about you but I’ve had quite an interesting week what with 2 assassination attempts and discovering that I have a doppelganger. Now this could be a slight exaggeration and you can put that down to my over-active imagination; I’ll let you decide.

Morning All :O) I don’t know about you but I’ve had quite an interesting week what with 2 assassination attempts and discovering that I have a doppelganger. Now this could be a slight exaggeration and you can put that down to my over-active imagination; I’ll let you decide.

On Wednesday I decided that I needed some new trainers so my best friend and I popped over to the Nike outlet store in Villeneuve. I found what I was looking for, bought them and my friend offered to put them in the boot of my car before we embarked on more shopping. I was just standing there, quietly minding my own business, when something hit me…it was a car! My first thought was ‘ow!!’ and my second was ‘check your vital signs’: Ok, favourite leather jacket not damaged – check, favourite white trainers not scuffed – check. It was at this point that my brain cottoned on to what had actually happened and sent a message to my legs to start trembling violently. I sat down.

Home alone

The driver of the attack vehicle came rushing over to ask if I was OK and to ask if I spoke English. Ah ha!! What were the odds of being hit by an Englishwoman in a French car park?? This was obviously an assassination attempt! My legs wouldn’t hold me up long enough to confront my would be attacker so I mumbled that I was OK and asked her to go away…which she did. Hhhmmmm maybe not an assassination attempt after all…

Today, however, I was driving through Monaco on my way to Pilates when a car pulled out of one of the underground car parks straight in front of me! I slammed on my brakes, leaving several inches of rubber on the road in the process and politely indicated that I was less than amused

“What the fuck were you thinking?!!!”

The driver said ‘sorry’..not ‘pardon’ or ‘excusez-moi’ but ‘sorry’, he was English. Surely this cannot be a coincidence I thought.

Once again reduced to a trembling jelly I carried on driving and made it, without incident, to my Pilates class. I opened the door and was greeted, cheerily, by a woman I’d never met

“Oh it’s you, nice to see you, how are you?”

“Ummm fine thanks”

“It’s Sarah isn’t it?”

“Ummm, sorry, no, it’s Lisa”

“How odd! You look just like Sarah who owns the XXXX restaurant”

“Nope, not me, sorry”

Anyway, this went on for a bit, then we chatted for a while about life as a woman over 50, the menopause (don’t ask, I have no idea how we got onto the subject) and then she decided to give me a hug. I had no real objections, she seemed like a very nice woman but it got me to thinking of an incident that had happened a few days previously…..

I was at a networking event, again in Monaco, and was just leaving when this woman came up to me and said

“I know you don’t I?”

I couldn’t say no as I’ve got an absolutely rubbish memory for faces so it could well have been that I’d met her before..

“Yes, I think I know you from somewhere too” What? It seemed like a safe bet..

We went through the whole rigmarole of trying to remember where we’d met, she introduced her husband and we chatted for a while and then she said

“I don’t know why but I just must give you a hug”

“Fair enough” says I.

We hugged, said our goodbyes and that was that.

Putting all these events together, I’ve decided I obviously have a doppelganger that some secret British society is trying to assassinate; it’s the only logical explanation…isn’t it? What do you think?

Lisa

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We’re So Lucky…

We have no need to go out; the whole world ‘s on our phones

We have no need of imagination; in front of the television

We have no need to learn; Google has knowledge in spades

We have no need to cook; additives, a microwave, meals done

We have no need to go out; the whole world ‘s on our phones

We have no need of imagination; in front of the television

We have no need to learn; Google has knowledge in spades

We have no need to cook; additives, a microwave, meals done

We have no need to walk; transportation abounds, belching fumes

We have no need to talk; texts, email, whats up? Constant chatter

We have no need to fight; one bomb, one will, mass destruction

We have no need of anything; life at the press of a button

We’re so lucky……………….aren’t we?

Lisa

x

Motorbikes, Mountains and Toilets…

Have you ever had one of those days that was practically perfect? When everything in the Universe just came together to keep a smile on your face from morning ’till night? We love those days as they’re happening and the memories stay with us for years. I had one  yesterday, 12 hours of fun, sun and enjoyment with only one teeny, tiny fly in the ointment…..

Have you ever had one of those days that was practically perfect? When everything in the Universe just came together to keep a smile on your face from morning ’till night? We love those days as they’re happening and the memories stay with us for years. I had one  yesterday, 12 hours of fun, sun and enjoyment with only one teeny, tiny fly in the ointment…..

After a very satisfactory Pilates class which was, unusually, practically pain free, I ran around in the shower for 30 seconds (I was running late) and threw on my biking gear. My best friend turned up with his Cagiva Raptor (such a fun bike) and we set off to meet a couple of  other friends in some place that I’d never heard of and now can’t remember the name of. Running late was not much of an issue as Will rides fast….really fast, so the trip started with a fair amount of adrenaline coursing through my body….

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We hooked up with our friends at a cafe in the middle of a tiny village in the mountains. We ordered drinks, took off our jackets and basked in the 20+ degree sunshine; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky! Fortunately for me, my brain was having one of those days when it had decided to understand French and I not only followed the conversation but contributed a fair bit too, which is, in itself, unusual. We had decided to lunch at a small restaurant which sat at the top of endless flights of winding stairs. As is often the case in tiny French villages, it was closed; there were people eating but apparently they were all family…..

After admiring the breathtaking views and the beautiful tranquility of the place (the only sound to be heard was the faint rumbling of tummies; it was almost 2pm), we headed back down the stairs and to the cafe where we’d had our drinks. Fortified by huge sandwiches (half a french loaf stuffed with everything the cafe owner had to hand) we carried on chatting and laughing in the warm autumn sunshine. After about 5 minutes it was 3pm and our friends asked us if we wanted to see a house that they were thinking of buying. Yes indeed!

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We were already in the mountains but the route that they took us on to get to this house went up…and up…and up via a series of bends of the kind that bikers dream about. The view, when we finally arrived literally left me speechless! The photos that I took can in no way do it justice, it was jaw-dropping, stunning! The house they were hoping to buy was ancient and tumbled down with grape vines, laced through the higgledy, piggledy architecture; it would need so much work but I could understand why they were so enamoured..

“Imagine waking up to this view every morning” said my friend. I could.

Anyway, we all parted company as one of them had to do a school run and we hit the open road again; it continued upwards. I have no idea how high up we were but my mind was blown time and time again by the views. We stopped several times to take pictures, including one of me perched on a small wall which was the only thing between the road and a sheer drop of many, many hundreds of metres. As many of you know I’m not keen on heights so this was another adrenaline rush and something that gave me a real boost in the self-confidence department.

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Our final stop was in a forest. A gentle wind had started to blow causing the red, gold and brown leaves to gently swirl around us; I felt intoxicated by it all (admittedly that could have been down to the altitude) and completely, totally happy. That was until I realised that I really needed a wee……the coffee, orange juice and apple juice I’d had at lunchtime had all decided to arrive in my bladder at the same moment and it was ringing alarm bells. The thought then struck me that we were miles from anywhere….gulp!

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I told my friend that we needed to go as I really needed to go and he suggested that I pee in the forest. There are many things that I will do, I’ll try most things at least once but peeing outdoors is not one of them. The ensuing eyerolls and manic hopping from one foot to the other persuaded him that finding a cafe would be a good idea and, happily, he knew of one not far away….

It was closed. Bugger!

Now, when you’re in a car, you can cross your legs and distract your bladder with a few well chosen tunes; both are impossible on the back of a motorbike. My friend rode like the wind as my mind and bladder joined forces to torture me for a good 20 minutes as we searched for a building with a toilet; by this point I was prepared to bribe or even beg homeowners. Just as I’d reached the point when I thought my bladder would burst we arrived in a village….in Italy.

I ran as fast as my boots would carry me, almost knocking over ancient locals in my mad dash for the toilet which was, extremely fortunately for all concerned, unoccupied. Oh my God! the relief! With an empty bladder and all previous good humour restored we sat at the cafe for a while and chatted about happier things.

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I have absolutely no sense of direction as you know, so I’m not quite sure how we ended up in Italy but we did and I enjoyed the atmosphere of the quaint little town as I sipped hot chocolate. We’d ridden and chatted for so long that the sun was beginning to go down so we decided to ride back to France and have dinner which was absolutely delicious. So, after going out for lunch at mid-day, I finally got back home at around 9.30 last night; I really love my life sometimes :O)

Have you ever had a day like that? It might not seem that special to anyone else but, for you, it was pretty much perfect? If you have please share it with me, I’d love to hear from you.

Lisa x