short storie

Sweet revenge

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” Just get out there.” The manager kept repeating.

He stood behind the curtains, his knees pralyse, as much as he wanted to
move it seemed that his brain neurons did not connect well. He could hear his
heart beating  in his ear even more than he could hear the cheers
of the crowd.

“Charlie! Charlie !” The crowd of sixty thousand kept chanting over and over again.

I´m the king of rock, I did this in the 90´s I´m the freaking king lets go!

Charlie finally appeared on stage and the people went ballistic. The women started
running towards the front of the stage as cattle being pushed to their stables.
Eventually overpowering the security guards and clinging to……..

What the hell, forgot to put my fucking pants on

Charlie ran and zigzagged through the hungry vultures of women as a gazelle and
finally got behind the curtains.

“Frank! You could have told me I wasn´t wearing pants!!”

Frank the manager smiled, “you could have told me you where going to get another
manager with some time ahead 20 years ago. You where my only client, I lost you,
and I lost all the money I had invested on you, my house, my wife and my kid.”
He walked away without looking back.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

The evolution to get to be, a Kamikaze gardener!

Once upon a time a little child was born, he was destined to be the King of Salomon
a beautiful child, a majestic little babyDSCN2630called
Charles the Great. As time passed he had his up´s and downs, but he was always a good person
even treating his dog, the only one that is left after the other one dying some months ago, treating
this beast, that farts, shit´s everywhere, pisses everywhere, and actually barks at Sir Charles,
so this beast is in bad condition now and leaving aside all the misery that causes the Great Charles,
he gives her his own food!!!DSCN2613 DSCN2612You saw right, my damn hamburger chopped into
little pieces with my rice. Hope this monster lives until pigs fly, so loooong.

What does this has to do with being a good gardener you might ask yourself.
Well it´s easy, as a gardener you have to treat your garden with love and goodness in your heart,
and love comes from inside, as you can see I after this demonstration Charles the great was destined
to be the King of Solomon and create the best garden ever.

Starting with little thingsemboscadachop chop here and there
trimming the sides. And taking it easy and with care and love.

Something happen to the great Charles and the majestic little human suddenly went a bit,
or maybe a whole lot off the railFoto 353. and he
changed his name to Charly.
Tired of being king, and he decided to go after the big time, not just trimming on the ground but, innovate.
So up he went DSCN2635, that´s what I´m talking about!
standing in a tin roof that is 20 years old build by the grandfather of Charly.
So those freaking big trees and the one that is right in front of me and you, well they let fall
onto the roof some nasty little things that overtime becomes big things so you have to
go to a place where nobody dares to go…..exceptDSCN2636
Charly!!!! He even went so far at to do thisDSCN2637,
what can I say, it was just in the middle of me racking and it just pissed me off, but that comes from
genetics as you can see  by what Mama “Rambo” wearsDSCN2610
for crying out loud mom! Between that freaking shirt and this quote that you love
al-capone-quotesyou scare the bejesus out of me, you just crazy
which no wonder I turned out that way, jumping on a 20 year old tin roof really
because of you and your threats, but I prevailed and this is the result of the cleaning
DSCN2641 doesn´t look like much you think? I´ll kill you
if you think that since look what I enduredpata and worst of
all the branches seemed they wanted to attack me, actually didFoto 274
this is what a Kamikaze gardener does, no guts no glory,Aaaaaaaaaaa!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Mind games (prompt)

A prompt by the great….Join Me? | The Dark Night Chronicles . Which is to write a flash fiction story,but you can jump that and write a poem, or greeting card, or a song or whatever you want. I chose the flash fiction. The key word here is absence. You can use the word in your writing or not. Quite open the thing. But it was a good exercise for me. So thank you Felicity.

Charlie woke  up. He was still looking for it. He looked at his white round alarm clock on his bedside and thought how ugly it was. Actually he thought why all the alarm clocks he had during his life where always so ugly. At least that was what his ex girlfriend told him. And he had only bought two during his two years with her. Why was it that he lasted no longer than two years with  a woman, seemed for people a short period, but for him it seemed like an eternity but for the rest of humanity which he considered his circle of five close friends and five family members the humanity as a whole, well that humanity always told him that he had to settle at his age, it was a marvel to him that they would say that to a twenty five year old. Settle? He thought, settle is a relative word if you think about it. He was settle when he was with those ex´s and then he un settle. So really he was settling more than most people. Like a person  that would be with the same woman, their highschool sweet heart up until old age. That was  Charlie´s process of thinking.

He smoked his first cigarette of the day in his bed and decided to take his morning shower. He looked in the mirror at his dishevel black hair and black eyes and though to himself again where was it?

“Hello!!” A female voice shouted from the other side of his front door apartment.

“Who is it?” He said jumping out of the shower almost slipping on the floor. Fuck with the hellos I almost hit my head on the bathtub.

“It´s Caroline”

“Who?” His mind started racing to try to place the name.

“Caroline!” She shouted again. Does this person think that as much as she repeats her name I´m going to suddenly remember it?

“Just a minute Caroline.” He got into his jeans, put on his white t-shirt, grabbed on of the many pair of white shoes and combed his dark long hair backwards. Ready in a minute literally, king of clothing is what I am.

He opened the door and saw a petite asian woman of about his age. Her black tight top revealed perfect rounded chests and her tight jeans revealed a tight butt. Thank Good for the mirrors on the wall of my corridor.

“Hi Caroline, how´s it going?” He still couldn´t place this woman. He just hoped it wasn´t some random girl he had taken to his apartment in one of his Saturday night out´s, and had promised something in his drunken stupor that now in his sober stupor he could not deliver. He also was a bit concerned that this girl was not some crazy nut, which he had also encountered. Man o man let this one be normal or normal as someone can be, just don´t go bananas on me girl I´m tired as hell and i have no idea why. I´m looking for it,damn.

“Hi Charlie how are you feeling today?”

“Doing great and you?”

“Fine, fine, glad to see you again.”

“Yeah me too. Glad to see you I mean, I see myself in the mirror every day.”He smiled slickly. What a pathetic attempt to make me funny.

She smiled back, so Charlie thought this was not going all that bad but he still could not place this woman and why was she so nice.

“So you remembered then I was coming this Sunday right?”

“Of course, you kidding. Come on in please. Wan´t a beer or…”

“It´s 11. a.m Charlie.”

“I was just joking.” He smiled again showing his shinny white teeth which he was quite proud of.

“A coffee would be nice.” She said.

Charlie started moving to the kitchen and preparing coffee. When he returned to the living room he saw Caroline with a booklet  on top of the wooden table, a recording machine and already going through some of her notes. What in the world is this woman doing now.

“O.k Charlie, I have decided that the best course of action is that you start taking Xram and be hospitalised for at least two months.”

“Excuses me?” He mumbled in a state of shock. It came out more of a “sus m?”

“Yes Charlie, as your therapist I can see there has been no progress in two weeks and I really think it´s quite serious your condition.”

“My therapist? What in the world are you talking about. Did Danny sent you over here, is he behind this?!!” His voice now starting to rise.

“No, you yourself came into my office a couple of weeks ago and we have met since then two times a week, this is our fourth visit. I told you that if you forgot to come to my office I would come here. We where suppose to meet on Friday after you got out of work. And since you didn´t came it was obvious to me that the pills where not taking it´s normal effect on patients with mild amnesia like you, I believe it´s not a mild amnesia because of the hit you suffered to the head, it could have affected other parts of your brain and in my professional opinion I really think we should evaluate you in a controlled environment for some time.”

The two cups of coffee he had in his hands slid onto the floor along with his heart.

Two months later Charlie walked out of the hospital having found it, now he was no longer looking for it. He was no longer searching in his brain for that missing peace of the puzzle that he had lost. Everything was back to normal. His head clear as the blue sky. The Amnesia had completely disappeared after some painful electric shocks to his head but it had been worth it. Plus Caroline, had agreed to meet up with him in a social manner rather than as a therapist-patient relationship.