Archive for July, 2014

Luke and Jane… 1

Posted: July 20, 2014 in Quickie

Chapter one:

“Isn’t it great, Luke? Isn’t love just really great” Jane said with a deep, deep smile.
“I never imagined I could feel such a terrifying joy!” Luke hated the words as they came out of his mouth. But he knew he meant them.

“But I’m scared, Luke” her smile disappeared “what if it changes. What if it all changes”
He had the same fears, “I’m not going to change, babe. And I don’t want you to change either” he held her in his arms.
“These things happen, you know? People change” her face was pressed softly against his skinny chest, she could smell him. “I don’t want to change either but no one ever means to. Its the road to hell” her voice was soft but there was a force to it, like an innocent child made to grow up by the cruelty of life.
Luke sighed, “its gonna be fine” he stroked her hair and stared at wall. I wonder if I sounded convincing.

Chapter two:

“You know, I really don’t see what the big deal is” a lot left unsaid, but her face was not so discreet. “I don’t think I said anything incorrect”
Luke knew she truly believed that she had never said anything more frank. And she was nothing, if not frank.
“Really, Jane?” He rubbed his temple to keep his thoughts at bay. “When does your show end, huh? Does another act ever come on?”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at”
“Am I crazy?”
“No one says you’re crazy. You’re just so damn dramatic. Honestly, this should never had even been a thing. You’re the one that’s the hoarder, why do you always make that my problem?”
“Jane!” Fists clenched. Looming outrage.
“What?” She waited a few seconds for a reply then she picked up a magazine and just flipped, slowly, through the pages.

Moments and a few deep breaths later, Luke says “I don’t get you, Jane.”

Chapter three:

Shit! Are you really going to exaggerate this whole thing? Jane, I was just telling you how I felt!” Regret made Luke’s heart sink. “Its been six years! We have Molly”
“I wish you wouldn’t bring our daughter into this, Luke.” Jane said as she folded a shirt and continued packing. “And I know its be six years” she threw her hands in the air, “Its been six fucking years! Perhaps, I should have done this sooner” she walked around the bed and lit a cigarette.
“But we love each other!” Every word laboured, Luke couldn’t quite bare the weight of his own heart pounding against his chest.
“Its not enough anymore.” She left a print of her lips, in dark purple, on the butt of her cigarette.
“What?” He rubbed his temple, he was breaking. “Isn’t it great, Jane? Isn’t love just really great?” Luke walked across the room to where Jane was standing now and took her hand, “Didn’t you mean that?” He ached.
“I don’t know anymore.” A pair of lonely tears rolled down her cheeks. She ached too.

Chapter four:

Luke smiled with his friends. He has all but mastered ‘the art of conjuring smiles‘. It was a year and a half after Luke’s wife asked for a divorce, he was moving on. He was starting to convince himself of it too.
Today, however, she standing just a few feet from him. Months of training, building a facade that is now threatening to crumble like a poorly constructed house of cards.
She turned and saw him and smiled. Luke held his breath for what seemed like a very long time. Finally he exhaled, and he started toward where Jane was standing with her friends, chewing his lip and fidgeting every step. What the hell am I going to say?
“Hey, Luke.” Jane said smiling when he arrived.
“Hey, Jane.” Hey, that sounded firm! Luke made a mental note to himself. They hugged.
“I always wondered how it was going to be when today finally happened.” She shrugged, “Eh, not as awkward as I had anticipated!” She was playful.
“It could be way more awkward, couldn’t it?” He shifted, nervously. “I could have come here professing my undying love for you, begging for you to take me back, right?!” He was attempting to be funny, “Hey,” he chuckled uneasily, “The night’s still young. Am I right?” I am probably not going to be a comedian, then.
“Its better this way, Luke. We’re not as miserable as we were when we were together. Or at least, I don’t think.” She contemplated for a moment.
She looks really good, Luke thought to himself.
“I just honestly believe that its better this way.”
“I guess.”
“Come get a drink with me, Luke.” She smiled and took his hand.
“Okay.” He said and she led him away from her friends and all the faces in the bar to a table…

… To be continued… Or not…


…the constant battle between light and dark, the favourite is clearly losing,
Drops of rain to signify dominance-
Sparse allowances to bask in.
“Hindrances” barely scratches the surface-
Buried turmoil resurrected.
Unexpected appearances of upside-down smiles.
Unanswered questions and awkward silences.
Annoyance at every innocuous statement and action-
An overload of the infection, “what’s the cure for resentment?”
Family ties; a comfortable noose.
Time; a mirage of boredom and over-thinking-
A longing for affection and support from the one you love.
Discovery of a distasteful history: your friends don’t think much of you.
Social awkwardness; a trait loathed by the one you seek validation from the most.
Bruised knuckles and misty eyes-
The fire that burns; red hot self-antipathy-
A true masochist; constant visitation of a distorted viscera-
Workout sessions for the outward appearance…

“Yo! Hope you’re good, man?”
“Yeah, my nigga. I’m fine”…

Lazy Assed Magician