THE DEAD AND THE DYING

The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be their fate. Pathetic men way past their glory days paraded pretending that they still had it, while bored defeated women looked on knowing they didn’t.

It was another day at the enclosed perfectly temperatured salt baths. The warmth was comforting to the skin and the soul and made old bones and muscles feel rejuvenated. The inhabitants floated safe in this maternal womb away from the business deals that no longer mattered in a world that no longer cared and was on its last legs. Some old guys studied the racing form while younger middle-aged men preferred the stock market. Some gambled with their own money while others ventured with what they had married into, or had inherited. All in all there’d be few winners that day. There were no more lucky numbers to be had, or surprise gold and mineral funds in a world that had been looted, raped and gang banged so many times there was nothing left. Certainly not energy for outrage. Only resentment from natives who had been trampled under foot and squashed by the invaders who destroyed paradise without ever having taken the time to truly look around and realise the greatest wealth was above the ground. But like rats they burrowed lower and lower into darkness desperate for any shiny morsel of opportunity. Never thinking any further ahead than that.

We had destroyed the world without realising that such an abomination also destroyed ourselves. What we project outwards also implodes us. Given time.

I stood in the warm salt water as the floating bodies of the dead and the dying circled me.

(C) Frank Howson 2019

Sketch by Frank Howson.

SECRET LIFE OF THE MARRIED WOMAN

once I smiled

and doors opened

now they are shut

and bolted

 

I see a husband and wife

in a sushi bar

he attempts to talk

small

but she ignores his

existence

as if trying to swallow

a load

of

past recriminations

too wise

or well schooled

to bring them up

now

here

perhaps

they no longer make sense

anyway

but this is all they have

now

this was their life

and cannot be

discounted

or forgotten

otherwise

it’s all been for

nothing

 

what would you like to order?

 

watching them

we know that strangers know

some things

no,

strangers probably know

more

about his wife

than he does

she has probably shared more

with

them

opened up

fully

everywhere

exposed

giggled

slap me

he won’t care

he never has before

the stranger can take her

anywhere he wants

she’s all his

it’s easy

she’s not really herself

and knows this is going

nowhere

other than back to her husband’s bed

and

the swallowing of more secret

recriminations

of a damned parade

of meaningless

words

that meant everything for a time

but

don’t hold up

to

examination

in the daylight

 

ah, but the memory of

those dancers

who took her once

to

somewhere

she

would hate it known

she

has

visited

 

he has gone

too

the husband

somewhere else

that other country

called lost in ambition

and

small print

of a thousand deals

that came unstuck

so did he

briefly

pulling himself together

he went on

like his father before him

never acknowledging

that he

died

over dinner one night

still

no one noticed

so he got away with it

 

once

when he was gone

on business

in paraguay

or somewhere

doing something

that would come to

nothing

she put on a dress

in his absence

a red one

to match her lips

a tight one

a low cut one

a short one

so they could see

thigh highs

heels

nothing more

oh, and the wedding ring

just to be naughty

she went out

alone

this night

to a downtown bar

and sat

alone

trying to look bored

drinking

while strangers looked at her

and smiled

even some of the women smiled

she blushed and looked

away

acting her part

knowing they like a challenge

seeing her wedding ring

they approach

hi there

she smiles

acting surprised

soon she’s surrounded by men

all horny

for the conquest of the married woman

asking where her husband was

oh, he’s away

that’s too bad they lie

looking at her breasts

sitting beside her

buying her drinks

joking

flirting

lying

stripping her with their eyes

dropping hints about how big they are

big house

big job

big car

big bank accounts

well-built

she looks up

interested

they’re not sure about what

she dances with some of them

they grind into her

letting her know

the truth

some are impressive

some just big talk

some put their hands on her married

ass

challenging her to object

she does not

and the whole room sees

the wife is burning

on a mission

to feel something before

dawn

her husband thinks she’s at home

watching tv

she smiles

what he doesn’t know would kill him

 

the chosen one

drives her home

to his place

she objects

hollow sounding

he takes control

just because she lets him

he’s too dumb to know that

he takes her

inside

and strips her

roughly

like a birthday gift

finally

seeing the other man’s wife

fully exposed

being offered up to him

to take anyway he wants it

both of them knowing he will

 

on the other hand

he was fully exposed to her

hours ago

she knew everything about him

and knows he’s too stupid

to

ever be a danger

to her real life

he does tricks

in an effort to surprise her

he takes off her high heel and

penetrates her with it

her back against the wall

her dress pulled up at the front

hoping the good wife

will enjoy being ravaged

in a way

her husband would never

dream

or dare

“would your husband like seeing this?” he smirks

“seeing how you respond?”

she represses her urge to laugh in his face

 

“beg” he begs her

 

how far will the respectable wife go

he wonders

she smiles

letting him know there are no limits

tonight

there is something in her smile

that makes him tremble

now

who’s in control?

he orders her to get upstairs

and into his bed

where she belongs

as she runs up the steps

he slaps her sexy ass

with all his might

until she squeals from the sting

 

he makes her lay

across his bed

on all fours

she does so

and hears him open the bedside table drawer

behind her

 

she closes her eyes

 

he will be big

 

he will make her cry

again

and again

 

but she is so pleased

that she chose him

he was just the darkness she needed

before

returning to the

light

of a reality

that is slowly killing her

 

she has defeated temptation

by

giving in to

it

 

she hopes her husband’s trip has gone well

 

(c) Frank Howson 2013