Wednesday, October 26, 2011

My Thirteenth Harrowing Halloween

A battle of wills followed by a reluctant "yes", an icey stare and mother acquiesced. I won. My plans were to spend the night at my best friend's house on Halloween. Disgarding my pinstriped school uniform and hiding my beatnik costume, I bolted to Laurie's home.

Abandoned trick or treat bags gave way to naughty giggles, black stockings and high heels while wearing mini sweater dresses.

Eyes laden with "Twiggy" liner, lips smudged beige, we blew smoke rings with full never - been - kissed mouths. Two thirteen year olds,psuedo sophisticates... Long haired boys of sixteen,a fluorescent orange Mustang and the Beatles blaring on the radio, we chomped Halloween candy while puffing Marlboro cigarettes.

The car sped at terrifying speeds. My body was riddled with fear. My veneer began to crack..Police blurred my thoughts. Only I knew the wrath of my blond gorilla stepfather. Urgent pleas spewed forth from me punctuated by screams of "let me out"!!!

Laurie stayed. She loved gambling with danger. A school mate who was an outcast, offered me refuge, but only if I could bypass the notice of her family. My heart pounded in my head as I hid underneath their patio furniture felt criminal waiting for my cue to entry as her father's flashlight seemed to dance in the dark while the dog caught my scent. My cheek was pressed next to damp concrete and I held my breath as I escaped its illumination.

Just as I exhaled, the dog raced toward me sniffing and snapping. I was discovered,a contortionist under the chaise lounge. My teeth chattered and the inside my mouth was like parchment. Vibrating with guilt I went before her father with my head tilted in shame. Looking every bit like a vixen but feeling like a criminal I braced for a scathing. Instead, he belted out a sympathetic greeting and gave me refuge for the night. Saved by my new, no - longer - an outcast friend and her father. Whew! I pledged never to be bad again, and that pledge lasted at least a two weeks.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Captain's Encounter of a Wild Kind

One early morning, Captain, my bison - like Rottweiler puppy hovered over me. His black nose, speckled beige studiously breathed in my face.His smooth pink tongue lavished kisses on me. I rose, and let him into the garden.

He slinked through the yard with Jaguar grace...his nose tilted skyward,nostrils flapping profusely. A scent summoned. He sped to the crest of the knoll, flew spread eagle mid - air and bounced to a halt. The black fur on his muscled body highlights glistened stiff on his spine.

A coyote and Captain locked eyes!

The two were posed in a stare - down. I clutched my chest and whispered "Captain". My imagination reeled with bloody sights.

The coyote trotted forward.It was ravaged and his eyes were yellow and mean. I feared it might be rabid. The tuft of fat on Captain's bear head furrowed in rows of fear. I had to intervene. Trembling, I crept to Captain's side. His taut haunches twitched, expelling gas in staccato sounds. I unleashed my emotion in one eerie bellow.

The coyote fled with lightening speed, and I collapsed under clumsy caramel paws. Crying with relief through my tears I saw Captain's almond eyes,liquid black and gold staring down at me. He looked perplexed with his hairy smudges for eyebrows and I laughed, startling him...and relished his grateful morning kisses.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Angel's Flight

My sister's fragile hand wrapped around my whole index finger. Eyelids stained mauve, fluttered with interrupted consciousness. With my body,

I formed a shield around her. Her small buttocks nestled into the curve of my stomach. My mouth kissed her temple, lingering while her six year old body struggled to remain with me...

Angel's perspiring goose - down hair soothed with its innocent scent; a scent which remains until now.

Time haunted with its cruel sentence. Fatal cells waged their war,and I ached with her. My love's depth could not save her from death's encroaching arms. She struggled with each breath grasping the edge of life,sensing beyond her years, my need to hold onto her longer.

That night in the green prison of the hospital room I held a vigil. Both of us clung...she to life,and I to her.It was a pain that tortured with its relentless tenacity;a reminder that this night would be our last together.

Daybreak arrived all too soon, casting its other worldly light with tiny flaming fingers...

Intruding, invading and stealing, our Angel,my sister... without mercy and forever.

I shall never recover.