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Gerald

5/16/2016

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Gerald told his wife of twenty years that she was fucking ugly, packed a small bag and left the matrimonial home. 

​Phyllis stood before the mirror wondering what had happened. She had the same face he said he fell in love with, just twenty years older.  Forcing herself not to cry, she told herself  he would be back soon.  Where would he go in the snow?

Well, Gerald was at the airport buying a ticket back to Jamaica.  He had been talking to a sweet young thing on the internet, and he could not stand to be away from her any longer.

​After a long tiring flight Gerald finally arrived at the address given to him by his darling. He was quite surprised to find a large imposing Church.  Not having any idea what to do next he went up to the door and knocked.

​Sister Mary Ann opened the door looked out and shouted.

​"There is another one at the door.  Please take the Lap top away from Sister Margaret."



 
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May

5/2/2016

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She was born on a rainy morning.  The clouds were heavy and hung low in the Heavens.  Her mother named her May.  She was absolutely beautiful.  People had a hard time stopping themselves from touching her.

​As May grew she became more beautiful, she left a mark on every man she met, and discovered early the power she had over them.  Soon it became a joke for her to string them along, get what she wanted and leave them broken hearted.

​Until Barry.   For the first time May knew what it was like to have her heart race when she heard his voice or his footsteps.  Knew what it was like to crave the sight of him.  She was confused and disoriented and demanded from him his constant attention.

​It was not that Barry was immune to May's charms.  But he looked into her eyes and saw the devil.  Sometimes his hair would stand on end if she got too close and he could never get an erection.

​May never got over Barry.  Her hair got dull and hung in strings around her head, her eyes lost their shine. Every man in her life after Barry was fried in his fat.  Eventually she married a midget who she could bounce off the walls.  Mitch the midget loved her to death.
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Two for One

5/2/2016

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He had his head between her legs.

​"Yes Mom," she shouted, trying to disengage herself.

​"Why are you shouting?"  asked her Mother.

​"Bad connection Mom, can you hear me?"

"Very well.  As a matter of fact I can hear you on the phone and through the door."

"What do you mean through the door.  You are not in Jamaica?"

​"No I am here in New York, outside your door. Surprise."

"I don't believe you Mom," she said, stalling for time.

"Well it's true, open the door.  What are you doing in there anyway?"

​"I am studying, just a minute."

They got dressed in two minutes.

"Open the door, might as well face the music," he said.

​"No I will go out, lock the door behind me.  I will take her to the corner for coffee."

​He leaned against the door after she left.  It would have been ugly if he had been seen.  He was to marry her Mother in two weeks.
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Mid Life Crisis

5/2/2016

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Katie went on a dating website for a lark.  She was very much married with three grown children, but boredom had set in.

​Immediately she got a response.  Mike appeared to be a nice enough fellow, not bad looking, and so the flirting began.  Soon Katie was pouring out her heart to him.  His answers were short and cryptic, but he was very supportive and understanding.  All of a sudden Katie wasn't bored anymore.  She was excited every morning to get to the computer, to see the little love notes he would leave for her overnight.

​One morning Mike turned up on her doorstep.  Shocked, she stood in the hallway listening to him explain to her husband that he had come to take her away.

​"Well then, you had better come in and help her pack,"   said her husband. 

Still in a daze, she watched as he ushered Mike into the living room.  He quickly left him to go to the kitchen where he made a telephone call.

​"Merle my darling," said Katie's husband. "Our prayers have been answered."
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Two out of Three

5/2/2016

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​My focus from High School was to excel in my exams in order to have a meaningful career.  My father was very supportive of this, and did his best to see I had everything I needed.

​My mother insisted I learn to cook.  Much to my dismay she stood over me while I cooked Sunday dinner, until she was satisfied that I could do it on my own.

​Now, standing in my own kitchen, I was very glad for those Sunday lessons.  I watched with pride as my brand new husband enjoyed a meal I had just cooked.  He leaned back in his chair to unbutton his pants and the button came off in his hand.

"I guess you will have to sew it back on," he said, holding up the button.

​"I can't sew," I replied.

"What do you mean you can't sew?" He said, throwing the button on the plate.

"Well I cannot sew.  I can fuck and I can cook, do you expect me to sew too?"

​"Yes," he answered.

​"Well two out of three isn't bad, so deal with it,"  I said, throwing the dishes in the sink. ​
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Elizabeth

5/2/2016

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Elizabeth sat at the window and looked out, she could see the ocean across the road.  It was near enough to hear the waves crashing on the beach.  Elizabeth eyes were fixed on the gate, she only got up twice to look through the kitchen window to see if he would come up the back way.

​Elizabeth felt like she had waited on Mark her whole life.  She told herself one day she would walk into the sea and never look back. Feel the water cover her head and the silky arms of the warm salty water embrace her.

​Mark came home when the road was quite. She could hear the whisper of the sea, and the ticky ticky noise of the crabs crossing the road.  He was drunk.  His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of white rum, but she smiled and her heart was glad.  He had spent the night at the Bar, and not in the arms of Miss Rosie.
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Grade School

5/2/2016

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I rolled over in bed just in time to see my husband push a small red note book under his pillow.

"What's that?" I asked, fighting the sleep that was washing over me.

"Nothing, never mind," he said "Go back to sleep."

Not having any choice I closed my eyes, making a mental note to find the book the next day.

​For four months I searched the house from top to bottom without success.  Just as I was thinking the book was a figment of my imagination it fell out of a pair of shorts I was about to wash.

​I wished I had never found the damn book.  Peter had recorded every time we had sex.  The dates and times were recorded in neat columns along with a grade. If I had been the only one, I would not have been pleased but I could have lived with it.  But I was not alone, two other women were recorded in the book.

​When I got over the shock, I began to compare grades.  To my dismay I scored B's and B+s, where Marilyn and Jean had scored mostly A's.  After thinking about this for a while, I decided not to confront him but to find a way to bring up my grade.

​"Where did you learn to do that?" Peter asked one night not long after.

​"I've been reading," I said, disengaging myself  and hoping out of the bed.

"Where the hell are you going?  You can't leave me like this."

"What grade did I get?"  I screamed at him.

"Stop the foolishness and get back to bed."

​"What grade did I get?"  I screamed even louder.

​"A, A+ Gold Star. come back to bed," he  begged.

​"Make sure you record it in your little red book," I said, getting back into my panties

​"Come back here," he shouted.

​But it was too late, I quietly closed the front door and walked into the arms of my Teacher.
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Old Mrs. Blake

5/2/2016

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Mrs. Blake packed her car every morning before going to work.  She was terrified of people stealing her things. Every morning the routine was the same.  First the microwave then the toaster oven, the iron, the blender and the television.  She laid her clothes on the back seat and her shoes on the floor of the car.   At the end of the day Mrs. Blake unpacked it all, needless to say she was always tired.

​Anthony, Mrs. Blake's son knew his mother was sick in the head, but there was very little he could do about it.  Nothing he did or said made the slightest difference to her. Finally in desperation one day while Mrs. Blake was at work, Anthony burned her house down.

​All attempts to get his mother to live with him fell on deaf ears.  Mrs. Blake said he was a man and she would never live with a man again.  Mrs. Blake set up house in the parking garage at her office.

​On the day the Police came to remove her, Mrs. Blake got a tip from the parking attendant and managed to leave seconds before they arrived.  Not knowing where to go, she found herself on the new highway going out of town.

​Three days later, a fisherman retrieving his net, was surprised to find instead of fish, a television, a toaster oven and a microwave.
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Me and Hilda

5/2/2016

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​ Me and Hilda sat on the bed and counted the Cialis.  Two were missing since the last count.
"That's ten gone and he has not made love to me,"  I told Hilda turning to look at her.
"Never Mind Miss Janet, we can figure out a way to get him home," Hilda said, replacing the bottle.
"No Hilda, I don't think I can compete with her, she is a much younger woman and very pretty."
"This is not a competition Miss Janet, him married unto you, and so he should behave himself," said Hilda with conviction.

I looked at Hilda with envy.  Nothing bothered her.  She had long given up men to serve the Lord.  She said she did not have to wash the Lord's clothes or cook for him.  As long as she said her prayers and attended Church, He was happy and so was she.
"What do you suggest I do?"   I asked Hilda.
"Swap out some of the pills for some of your sleeping pills,"  said Hilda.
"No, we need something permanent.  That would only make him well rested."
"I think I have another idea Miss Janet, come with me to the study."                
                         
Later that  day I dropped an envelope in the mailbox of the pretty young thing. That night Alex came home early. It was not even dark.
"What happen, street lock up?" I asked him, looking for signs of distress.  I don't know why I expected  him to be upset.  He was a master of lies and deceit.  He shrugged his shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and asked.

"Did Hilda cook?" 
                                      

Meanwhile,  two streets over the pretty young thing shuddered as she thought of her narrow escape.   Spread out on her dining table were copies of Alex's last medical report, his latest Bank statement and a copy of her overdue credit card statement.
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Molly

5/2/2016

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​Molly squirmed as her mother combed out her hair.  It was her thirteenth birthday and Molly was not happy.  Her mother had promised to straighten her hair at thirteen and she thought this was the day.    Molly could not understand the change of heart.  Usually her mother kept her promises.  Life was hard in the ghetto, but when a promise was made it was kept.

As Molly leaned into the comb, trying to lessen the hurt, she wondered if the conversation she overheard last night had anything to do with her mother not sending her to get her hair done.  Awakened by a loud knock on the door Molly heard the
unmistakable voice of the big man.
"It's her thirteenth birthday tomorrow.  She bleeding yet?"
"No, no no, not yet."
"You sure."
"Yes I'm sure."
"Cause if she old enough to bleed, she old enough to butcher,"  he said, filling the small board house with his presence.  
"I will send you a sign when it's time," her mother said.
"You better," he said, slamming the door causing the house to shake.
The rest of Molly's birthday was uneventful,  She was not allowed to leave the small house, and was forced to watch her mother pace the floor and mutter to herself.  

Some time later that night she was awakened, this time by the cool hand of her grandmother.
"Do not make a sound,  your dress is here, we are not lighting the lamp, we will move in darkness."

Three months later she was adjusting the rabbit ears on an ancient television set. She was in Darliston, Westmoreland, way up in the bush of Jamaica.  Getting the picture and the sound to work was a nightly challenge.  Stepping back to survey her
handiwork she was shocked to see her face on the television.
​

Molly Brown missing, anyone having any information on this missing girl is asked to contact the nearest police station.
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