Sunday, 30 September 2012

poems

FALSE GIRL
Just look at your false plastic boobs wobbling as you dance.                                                                        Not for me love.                                                                                                                                     Same as your false smile that tries to ensnare me by that lipstick cavorting grin.                                             A false fake.                                                                                                                                                Not for me, your eyes don't smile.                                                                                                           
What a lie.                                                                                                                                                       
Next is your fake tan looking orange under the bar light, made for the disposable society you inhabit.                                                                                                                                                          
Who an earth would like you?                                                                                                                         A similar fake chavvy guy?                                                                                                                             On and on you fakely go, sending a glare at the real women who are a threat and don't have fake peroxide hair that looks false.                                                                                                           Your blond false hair says you're a bimbo.                                                                                                                 
What next?                                                                                                                                                     
Your false dress maybe?                                                                                                                                        If that was on some guy’s bedroom floor, would we see nip and tuck going with your Botox?



BACK O' PUB
We went into the pub's beer garden to see the illegal vodka factory run by Eastern Europeans.                                                                                                                                        We dance madly around their lorry and sing, "Give us a drink! We're parched like the Gobi Desert. Don't you know? We drank the pub dry? Vodka time."                                               
The Easties open the wagon side curtains and give out the booze.                                                              A one litre bottle each.                                                                                                                  We get it on and thank the Albanian and Hungarian gangster illegal immigrants for their Xylene flavoured vodka.                                                                                                                      
It's New Years Eve and we get it on big time.                                                                                     Excuse me while I pop into the truck's cab with my exotic lady and make love.                               Then we need more vodka.                                                                                                          Shame the bar is dry.                                                                                                                                               Oh my, we're so drunk...
SUK
When we were sixteen years age we did something mad,                                                                                             that we shouldn't have done.                                                                                                                         Our parents would have gone ballistic if they found out,                                                                                              you sucking my dick behind the garages at Moorside.                                                                                                      We would have been separated and sent to different schools.                                                                                        Your mum going mad, my dad beating me up.                                                                                                             Accusing us of being idiots,                                                                                                                                    not being able to grasp what we were doing.                                                                                                  That we're just fucking kids!                                                                                                                       
We never got caught and met each day from aged sixteen.                                                                            How many times did you gobble my cock?                                                                                                 Minus weekends and holidays.                                                                                                        
Hundreds of times before we reached adult age, eighteen.                                                                                                   
Being stopped would have changed our lives forever.                                                                                          
As it was, our days went by and we met behind the garages doing our thing.                                        Your hot moist lush lips on my big dick.                                                                                                                   Right through our teens,                                                                                                                                   into our twenties and thirties.                                                                                                                                     Stopping by the garage,                                                                                                                              each day for you to suck my pecker.                                                                                                                                      
We both have real history, past our marriages and families.                                                                       One day I'll see your pussy and lick you out.                                                                                                   Then give you a baby or two;                                                                                                                            I’ll leave my wife and you leave your man.                                                                                                            Then we’ll be totally together,                                                                                                                                 more than twenty odd years of blow jobs bring us to this point.

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Enjoy Socket

Enjoy Socket

I really fucking love the feeling of having a tooth pulled out.
A certain degree of magnitude, my numbed gum giving a sublime sensation.
Corkscrew my tooth out of my jaw, bit by bit leaving its socket.
No more bloody stump sucker.

Jab me up mother fucker, fuck a duck!
The injection behind my tooth hurt like fuck.
Nearly went thru the fucking ceiling.

This was after I bossed my mate's wife about, now my dental nurse,
ordering her to get me the numbing cream to numb my gum before the jabs.
Tooth butcher only numbed the front of my gum.

And yes, I'd bend her over backwards and pound her from behind.
Hot little dental nurse, gagging for a shag.
Shame she's not a swinger like the other guy we both know.

Get my rocks off while my teeth get pulled,
numbed up numb nuts fucking off my head.
Old red end up my dental nurse, her colleagues all get a go.

Equal opportunities here.

Give my some implants so we can do it all again.
Tooth pull and fuck like a duck, what an earth next?

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Old Skool

Old Skool

We went to your old school,
in an area where crime is rife and drug dealers think they rule the streets.
What do you think when you see your old school?
Are your memories good or bad?
Were you bullied like me? Or have lots of friends?
Do you want to go back in time and spend a day in your school,
in your favourite lesson?
If so, what lesson?
Academic or physical or both?
Have you made something of your life based on your schooling?
When we met I was impressed by you,
I think you've done well my friend.

Monday, 24 September 2012

Unjustified Cunts

Unjustified Cunts

How the fuck can you robbing bastards justify your fucking dental charges?
You bastards know I'm in a minimum wage job, one step better than the dole.
£48 for a broken tooth to be pulled and £209 for bridge.
Gold digger dentist bastards are richer than doctors and vets.
No need for back hander’s here.

My tooth snapped when I ate a fucking Hoola Hoop crisp.
Wanna sue them and the fucking dentist, all a set of cunts!

Walk in centre won't do my filling for £17.50 like my mate's cos I'm registered with a gold digging dentist twat. The walk in centre are wankers, bitch who works there is a real spiteful cow. Up her own arse, just like the dentists. Click click click.

I'm only going to the tooth butcher to have my broken fucking tooth pulled out, not a gold crown! Hope the dental nurse is fit. I'll fuck her doggy style on the dentist chair after tooth time. Get something back for my cash.

Don't you tossers know that I've got new plane tattoos to have? I enjoyed being a stump sucker till it hurt, you robbing cunts. You’re all the best milkers of dogs in the fucking world, you silver bastards!

Saturday, 22 September 2012

Met

Met

When we met it was shattering, she lost her dad and I consoled her. She listened to my life of woe. What will we be like together when we meet?
Out of today will come, hopefully, a new tomorrow. Will it bring a harvest of peace or a whirlwind of famine? Like 2 moths we were drawn to each other, the question is who is the flame? You... you burnt off my wings and down to earth I fell, not a chance in hell to survive. You claimed another victim...

Monday, 17 September 2012

JUNIPER

JUNIPER

   The three great tribes were at war, many hundreds of people had perished in the huge conflict. It wasn’t clear who would win. It could easily end up with only three men remaining, each a warrior of the warring tribes. After that, there would be no one left. Juniper had let the war go on long enough, now she had to act. If not, she would be guilty of letting the slaughter get out of hand. The tribal warriors had killed and been killed enough times, their lesson had been learnt. It was time to stop the killing. She picked the strongest tribe to be the fulcrum of the event.

   Juniper was always earthbound, doing her roles of healer, witch and warrior woman. She was divinely worshipped as a Mother Goddess of fertility and a dozen other things. Her battle skills were equal to her life giving skills; she needed to fight to defeat her stubborn opponents when her magic wouldn’t work. Skilled in arcane arts, she was a spell weaver and magician of supreme power. Her hands could give life and take it away. Her crystals were her magical key and her bows and arrows were her life taker. A weapon she crafted herself and used with deadly efficiency. Dressed in animal skins, Juniper was an athletic figure of intelligence and emotions. She understood herself, her world and her subject. There was nothing she didn’t know. Experience taught her everything and knowledge was her key in winning her battles against the darkness. Dark energy balanced out the light side and goodness, like the day replacing the night. Such was Stone Age life in what would become Europe many aeons later.

   She could travel by foot, silently and stealthily, to surprise her enemies and bring them to heel. Or she was able to travel instantly from one place to another by using her magic power channelled through her crystal wand. This was a skill she used sparingly, early humans were very superstitious and their fear of the witch could overcome their desire to be led. Moving from place to place, the witch did her job. When the war broke out, this threatened to undo her previous efforts at keeping the peace and healing. She had to act now.

***

   Overlooking the flat plain on two sides, the low hills gave whoever held them command of the area. They were occupied by the stronger tribe called the White Spears. Their enemies were living uneasily side by side on the grasslands below, often fighting one another or attempting to take the high ground. Many warriors were killed in these forays. The coming battle would decide the issue of who kept the hills and also the low ground; there was a danger the two opposing tribes would be wiped out by the stronger enemy. Could Juniper stop this? She crept up the hill, keeping low to blend into the metre tall wild grass. Her bow and arrow were ready to be used in anger. With her senses keyed up, she was ready for anything; this was her time. Up ahead she saw camp fires and heard voices, several warriors were on guard and would be armed. She slowly advanced.

   In the White Spear camp a warrior named Nian held his spear to his chest. His weapon shone in the firelight. He hadn’t killed a man yet but he had been involved in several skirmishes with the tribes on the flatlands. It was a matter of time before he got his first kill and became a seasoned warrior veteran, one of the men. Then he could claim a wife and build his own dwelling for his family. He itched for war and to kill an enemy, he felt it in his veins; they ran hot with a lust for action that often overwhelmed him. Nian wanted to go down the hill alone and wipe his enemies out all by himself. His warrior elders warned him not to do this, he would be cast out of the tribe and be an enemy then. There were ways of doing things. Just then, he saw movement in the grass, past the flames of the dying fire. He instinctively knew something or someone was there. Maybe an enemy or a wild beast. He judged the distance and threw his white spear into the grass where he saw movement. His sleek two metre spear arced out and into the grass. A scream of pain was Nian’s reward. He got up and ran to the grass, shouting to his brethren to join him, that there was an enemy in their midst.

   Juniper had fucked up; she moved too close to the edge of the camp and was spotted. The spear caught her in her thigh. It was a bad wound and bled profusely. She knew she was beaten before her battle had begun and this changed everything. Suddenly there were figures standing before her, towering over the grass, shouting and pointing. Before she passed out, she felt them roughly lifting her and taking her to their camp. Mercifully she felt no more pain. Juniper never even got a single arrow off.

   Later Juniper awoke. It was dark. She was in a cave. They hadn’t covered her eyes but had gagged her and bound her hands behind her. Looking down she saw her thigh was roughly bandaged with dried leaves and animal fur to stop the blood. Moving her injured leg, she bit into her gag and fell back against the wall. It hurt like hell. Juniper was about to do a healing spell upon herself to take the pain away when she stopped. If I heal myself or stop the pain, they may know that I’m more than I seem, that I’m a witch, she thought. If they found out, she could be put to death and sacrificed. Or revered as a queen. One thing at once, thought Juniper, lying back and closing her eyes. The pain receded to a dull ache and she slept.

   Daylight shone in through the cave entrance, waking the witch. She groaned and sat upright. Her body ached due to the awkward position she was in. Her hands were numb and her wounded leg was sore. Suddenly the daylight was blocked out; there was someone there. A man, a warrior, stood by the entrance. He studied the witch and she did him. She recognised him as the spear thrower. He nodded and walked over to her. In his hand he held a white spear, stained black with blood. Her blood.

   “I see you’re awake,” commented the young warrior. Slowly he walked over and keeping his distance, he pulled down her gag with one hand.

   “Yes, I am,” confirmed the witch, when she could speak. She spat on the floor and took a deep breath.

   “How is your leg? Does it hurt?”

   “No, it doesn’t,” Juniper replied, looking down to her wound.

   “Really? You’re a bad liar. I spared your life so we could capture you. We know who you are and what your intentions are,” the man boasted, nodding. He had his own plans for her.

   “What do you mean? What is this you say? I was hungry and came up here looking for food. I was about to make myself known to you and ask for some food when you speared me.”

   “You want food? Here, have some of this.”

   “What is it?”

   “Cooked flesh from a prisoner we caught from the Red Stone tribe. He was a brave fighter, now he feeds our tribe. Eat.”

   The warrior placed his white spear carefully against the wall, out of reach of the witch, and knelt down. In his hand he held a piece of blackened meat, scorched by the fire. He broke some off and put it in the prisoner’s mouth.

   “Don’t bite me or I’ll knock your teeth out. You like it?”

   Juniper nodded compliance and chewed the tough flesh. It was muscle. Its owner must have been a fine warrior. Yes, its okay, thought the witch. She had to eat, she was famished and had to win her captors respect. Eating the flesh would achieve just that. She swallowed it.

   “That’s good. Thank you. May I have some more?”

   “Yes, you may.”

   Again the warrior gave his prisoner some meat. He noticed she liked it and he smiled his approval. He gave her the last bit and said he had to check her leg, to see if it was infected. Very carefully, he removed the dressing of leaves and skin.

   Juniper winced when the leaves were removed, some clotted blood was pulled free and it stung. A bit of blood bled from the edge of the wound. The rest was closed up. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared. She needed to kiss his arse; her plan had to work especially now she was hurt. It was a high price to pay.

   “You’re a fine spear thrower; you got me with a good throw. You could have killed me,” she said.

   “Yes, I’m the finest spear thrower of our tribe and I’ve killed many enemies of our tribe. I could have killed you from fifty paces. You’re very lucky,” the warrior replied. He sprinkled some herbs onto her wound and put a new dressing of dried leaves and animal skin in place.

   “I am lucky, you’re right. You could have. How is my wound? Is that Night Fire you’re putting on to stop the infection?” she wanted to show him respect and that she had a little knowledge of herbs, to show she understood him and his actions. She knew he was lying about killing anyone, it wasn’t in his eyes. He was the one for her. He was pure and untouched by the Devil. She could steer him away from war and death.

   “You’re wound will heal with no problem. The leg will be stiff for a few days while the skin joins together. Yes, the herb what you call Night Fire. We call it River Blood. It will stop any infection and dull the pain. Only a small amount is needed. How do you know about herbs?”

   “That’s good about my leg; I don’t want to be lame. I’d starve to death then. I wouldn’t be able to hunt with my bow and arrow. I’ve used some herbs for cooking and to heal minor cuts when I’ve been chasing animals to kill one.”

   “We don’t want you lame, there’s no danger of that. My spear throw was perfect. You can use your herbal skills when you’re well to heal our tribe and make our warriors stronger and better killers. As for your archery skills, I want to see them for myself.”

   “I will help you with my herbal skills. Looking at what you just did to my leg, I think you have much better knowledge than I do though. I agree to show you my bow skills when I can. I hope it’s not too long,” Juniper commented, knowing that the warrior now trusted her.

   “Good, I’m glad you agree. I won’t have to use any of my other skills on you then, to persuade you. You can stay here till you’re well. I’ll untie your hands and bring you some water. Your weapon is fine and in a safe place by the way,” the warrior replied. He motioned for the witch to lean forward so he could undo her bonds. He smelled her dirt and her essence, it turned him on and he wanted her. His cock twitched under his animal skin. Did she see it?

   “That’s very kind of you. I promise not to escape or be a burden to you. Thank you for tending my wound, for the food and keeping my weapon safe. When I’m well, you may have me and take me for your wife. If you want to,” she said. She knew she had him now; she held the power but did her best not to show it. She offered him everything.

   “Yes, when you’re well, I’ll take you and make you my wife. You can give me many strong sons to be future warriors for our tribe. What’s your name?”

   “I’m Juniper.”

   “Juniper... I’m Nian. It means Warrior of the Sky.”

   “Well Nian, I promise to be a good wife to you and I’ll give you many strong sons.”

   “Good Juniper. Now I’ll fetch you some water and let you rest.”

   “Thank you my warrior.” Juniper knew her mission was beginning, she was in the tribe!

***

   When Juniper had healed, she was allowed to walk about the tribe’s camp. She saw many brave warriors and many women with child, carrying the next generation of warriors. A limp still troubled her but she slowly made good progress and hobbled round best she could using a crude wooden crutch. Juniper sat on a wooden chair one of the tribal elders made for her to rest her leg. This allowed her to show the White Spear tribe her archery skills and how to make a strong but lightweight bow and equally reliable arrows. Only certain wood would do, some were too heavy or would snap under the strain. The witch fashioned six good bows and fifty arrows, each was functional and could fire an arrow accurately up to three times the range of a thrown spear. She showed the male warriors how to aim and hit targets. They struggled with the pull of the bow string; it took a certain skill to master. Juniper was a good teacher. A bow and arrow were superior weapon systems when compared to the other tribes on the plain. Secretly the witch enchanted the bows to only be used for hunting, not to kill other humans or wage war. No one was aware that Juniper did this. She was cunning and slowly changing the destiny of the tribe, away from the war with the low land tribes. It was all part of her job. After one week of tuition and two weeks of practise, two of the warriors were competent in archery. One of these men was Nian. He killed a huge wild bison with three arrows. In celebration of this stunning feat, a feast was planned.

   A strong sense of cohesion ran through the camp. It was brought about by Juniper’s presence and her teaching of a new set of skills, allowing the tribe to hunt big game safely and efficiently. Planning for the feast was rapid. Tribal women painted themselves with red ochre to represent their connection to the earth and their Mother Goddess. Juniper herself was part of this. Male warriors donned ceremonial head gear and masks to appear as creatures of the night, supernatural beings called Elementals. The tribal elders and witch doctors went into trances and talked to those who had passed to the spirit world. Juniper secretly cast spells to allow for a good feast day and she knew it would rain, to bring atmosphere and allow the nearby river to quench the tribe’s thirst.

   Soon feast day was here. Juniper was able to walk unaided now. She wore a ceremonial dress made of woven animal pelts. She appeared as a symbolic witch. Did the tribe know what she really was? They’d soon find out. Nian’s bison was roasted on a spit and the feast began.

   “I see you’re dressed as a witch Juniper. That’s a good omen for you and the rest of us, yes indeed,” commented Nian, looking the slim woman up and down.

   “Thank you my warrior. My skills are little when compared to your own, especially your spear throwing ability,” Juniper humbly replied, looking at Nian’s chest.

   “Come witch woman, you’re my equal. You can use a bow; you taught our tribe some of your skills. For that, you’re my equal. Maybe in time you’ll be my wife and teach me everything you know. Yes you bare the scar of my spear skills, for that I’m truly sorry,” whispered the warrior. He knelt down and placed his head upon Juniper’s slim toned belly. She touched his head and soothed him.

   “It’s true I bare your scar upon my skin that marks me as yours. Yes I will be your wife and teach you all my skills. I will help your tribe and be your humble wife and their wise woman. Thank you, it would be an honour to be by your side as your wife Nian.”

   Nian looked up and smiled. He stood up and nodded agreement. “Thank you Juniper. For everything. Let’s celebrate even more.”

   “For a better future,” the witch said, happy her plan was working. “I love you Nian.”

   “Yes, we’ll make things better. I love you Juniper,” Nian confirmed. Opening his arms and looking at the other tribe members who danced and smoked ceremonial pipes, Nian shouted: “Hear this. Hear this White Spear tribe. Juniper has agreed to be my wife and teach myself and the rest of you, everything she knows. This feast will be the first of three to celebrate our wedding.”

   A huge cheer went up and dozens of people shouted and screamed in happiness. Many came over to Nian and Juniper and lifted them up above their shoulders. Pieces of cooked meat were passed up to them, as was locally made wine. The duo took all that was offered and their bellies became full. On went the party, all through the night. Two more feasts would follow and a huge wedding ceremony would bring harmony to the White Spear tribe. Their aggressive acts against the two low land tribes would fizzle out, bringing peace and stability. With the main war faring tribe ceasing its attacks upon the two lesser tribes, battle would end and trading could begin, when the time was right. Juniper was on the way to be a good peacemaker. Would she be a good mother when Nian gave her many sons and maybe a daughter? Time would tell, before then it was party time!

***

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

New

New
New woman from afar by my side,
forming something special with just me.
I do with her.
We're so different.
No need for a list,
we're not cars.
We have lives, views, thoughts and feelings.
They're ours, as is what we created.
We two together.
We both were gonna give up on other people.
She cos she met dickheads, me cos I met cows.
So one last try before we both quit, if we fail.
All we can do is our best.
We ignore jealous peoples' petty comments.
They want us to fail.
We won’t.

Monday, 10 September 2012

BARREN

BARREN

   Anna spent many hours every day thinking of the time when she was banished to the island. It was actually “her island” now. She had been here twenty five years; she knew so by the turn of the seasons and marked each down upon the wall of her stone cottage. Banished because she was infertile and would never have children, to this place one hundred and fifty miles off the Norwegian coast, a prison without bars. In her bones she felt her loneliness as she stared out to sea, looking at the turbulent waves. They were always in motion like her wounded mind. Sighing, Anna turned and walked back to her cottage. The afternoon light was perfect; it was time to paint another tortured painting of the ocean. She knew the sea felt her pain, that the ocean was her jailer. Not her lost husband who banished his young wife here, he was innocent in Anna’s eyes, acting on his father’s orders. Standing before her canvas, Anna sighed and mixed her colours together before her. A crazy image took shape where everything was moving. Ocean blue was her favourite colour. She’d leave out the strange yellow lights. A single tear ran down her cheek. Her pain was eternal, yet she smiled.

   Anna turned the metal music up on her stereo. Iron Maiden blared out of the speakers. She worked on her canvas, her artwork was nearly finished. In her mind she remembered what had occurred yesterday. It was terrifying but her fear of the event was short lived, overcome by curiosity. This wasn’t of this place, her island prison. She had been watching the sea, the blues and greens were forever moving. Something made the ocean move in the wrong way.

   “What the hell?” Anna stuttered.
  
   The sea kicked upwards and rose many metres, then exploded in a huge tower of white spray. A silver object, totally unnatural, slowly rose out of the depths. It broke loose of the vast salty water and was free; it was like a newly minted coin, silver and quite magnificent. Rather beautiful yet overtly malevolent. What or who was inside the flying disc? It rose effortlessly and arced round with no sound. Dipping slightly as it turned, Anna saw it was perfect in its design. She stood rooted to the spot, scared or interested? The disc slowed and landed twenty yards away from Anna, on the grass by the cliff top. One minute later the side opened up and a figure emerged, she had flame red hair. In a hushed voice she announced: “I came to help you.”

   “Who the heck are you?” Anna gasped, looking at the person before her, her mouth wide open in amazement.

   “Anna, my name is Juniper’s Daughter. I don’t want you to be afraid; I promise I won’t hurt you. I want to help you,” Juniper’s Daughter said, smiling.

   “How do you know this? Where did you come from? How can you fly that... that thing, from out of the sea, just like that? That’s not possible!”

   “Yes it is Anna. You saw it with your own eyes. How can that be a lie? This craft was built by aliens a long time ago. I use their ship for the good of humankind, call it my job. Listen,” explained the witch, “I know you have a bad leg. Do you want me to heal it?”

   “My leg? How the fuck do you know about that? You can’t see it because of my brown skirt,” Anna replied, looking down at her windblown skirt. Her leg ached, as always.

   “If you let me heal it, then you’ll believe me.”

   Anna thought about it for a few minutes, glancing at her leg, to the strange woman before her and at her flying saucer. Finally, Anna nodded. “Yes, do it.”

   “Okay, please come here and stand before me,” instructed Juniper’s Daughter.

   “Okay,” agreed the island woman. She slowly walked over and stopped one metre from the witch.

   “This won’t take long and will be painless.” Juniper’s Daughter knelt down and touched Anna’s leg. Lifting up her brown cotton skirt, the witch saw the raw wound that refused to heal and grimaced. Purple scabs covered half of Anna’s lower leg; newer ones were a vivid red. Placing her left hand over the affected area, Juniper’s Daughter closed her eyes and whispered several strange incantations. Her breathing became deep and regular, she concentrated and focused her positive healing energy. A sudden white light came forth from her hand, totally obscuring Anna’s leg. The light rose in brightness till it was impossible to look at. Then suddenly it was gone.

   “What the hell?” whispered Anna. She saw fresh pink skin where the old scars and ruddy wound had been. “That’s not possible.”

   “Now do you believe me? Your wound is healed. The new skin will soon be the same colour as the surrounding skin and you won’t be able to spot the difference. Be careful when you walk over the rocks, you don’t want to fall again and hurt yourself again,” said the red haired girl, standing up. She offered her hand in friendship. Anna took it and they shook. Friends.
***

   Back in the present, Anna left her finished canvas to dry and cleaned her brushes. She ejected the music CD from her stereo and turned it off. Walking over to her LCD TV, she picked up the remote and clicked it on. Going to the War Channel, she watched a movie called The Blue Max. Anna loved war films, especially ones about aircraft and air battles. She relaxed in her red leather easy chair and watched the film. In her mind though, the stocky woman was uneasy. It was the things Juniper’s Daughter had said to her that spooked her. Things about having a baby and being back with her lost husband again. Anna knew that was all impossible, all of it, but being inside the flying saucer when the strange woman said it, somehow swayed Anna’s mind. A glimmer of hope.
   Anna’s biggest fears were like the Devil’s shopping list. She couldn’t have kids and was totally infertile. Anna had been banished to this little island for twenty five years. To do that, her husband mustn’t have loved her and now he would be long settled with someone else. No man would want her now including her former husband. She was middle aged and going grey, her brown hair ruined by grief and stress. Her brown eyes were dead eyes, with no positive emotions. Only insanity and pain lived in those once sparkly happy eyes. Her fair complexion was ravaged and blown away by the strong northerly winds. She was a hollow shadow of her past self. Stop worrying she told herself and watch the film.

   Later Anna fed her only companion, her dear friend and pet, Tom. He was a wild rabbit who had been lost in a storm and she found him when he was half dead. Nursing him back to health, she gave him food, water and lots of love. Now he was very tame and friendly, her only friend. Anna didn’t consider Juniper’s Daughter a friend, why should she? She hadn’t seen another person in twenty five years and what about the strange entry the mad woman had made? Flying out of the sea in an alien craft. Just crazy!

   “What do you think Tom? Is she mad? She’s the first person I’ve seen in all my time here and you know what? I’m not bothered, not at all. People are the reason I ended up here, banished forever. Fuck them!” Anna ranted, passing her pet rabbit a home grown carrot. He took it hungrily. “Only you matter Tom. Nobody else, not at all”

   Tom ate his carrot and squeaked once in agreement.

   “Still, I always wanted kids and still do. Do you think she tells the truth? Am I too old to bear a child? I’m forty five now. She says such lies,” sighed Anna, taking a drink of homemade beer. She needed a drink, a strong one, after recent events. I’ll always be alone, she thought, wiping away a tear. Not even my holidays on the other side of my island help stop my pain. Do they make it worse?

***


   The strange red haired woman called Juniper’s Daughter returned a few days later, to see how Anna was and if her leg was fine. Anne was walking by the cliff edge, peering down over the five hundred foot drop at the waves crashing upon the rocks far below. White spray made the rocks glisten like newly melted chocolate. Each crashing wave made a booming noise that Anna liked. It reminded her why she was hear and gave her something to look forward to – doing a new painting of those very waves and ocean. Suddenly from out of the dark rain filled clouds a series of yellow lights appeared, blinking on and off several times.

   “Looks like bitch is back with her fancy flying machine,” commented Anna, angrily spitting over the cliff edge, into the wind.

   From out of the clouds a silver object appeared, itself taking on the look of a cloud. Yellow lights showed its disc like outline against the murk. The object rapidly grew larger and dropped below the cloud base and majestically landed, like a ballerina doing a somersault with the grace of a swan. It was fifty yards away on a flat area of ground, far from the cliff. Was the witch scarred of the drop? thought Anna. Looking over, she saw a hole appear in the smooth metal craft and the red haired girl stepped out.

   “Greetings Anna, how are you doing?” shouted Juniper’s Daughter over the wind. The opening closed and she walked over.

   “I knew you’d come back, I saw your lights in the sky. I know you’re a witch,” replied Anna, ignoring the question on her health.

   “Yes you’re correct; I am a witch amongst other things. I heal as you know. How is your leg? Fine I presume?” commented the witch.

   “Only a witch would possess such a craft as a flying saucer and only a witch could heal my injured leg like that. My leg is okay, no blood or pain. I thank you for that. I didn’t mean to be insolent before when you healed it. It’s just I haven’t seen another person in a very long time.” Anna looked downcast and gazed longingly out to sea. She sighed and blinked away her tears.

   “Do you want to see him? I can take you there, right now in my flying disc. All you need to do is say yes.” Juniper’s Daughter knew how sad Anna was, at her continued isolation on her island from her husband. Not even twenty five years killed her love for him, it made it even stronger. That was admirable.

   “You can take me there? Right now? You’re not lying or tricking me, are you?”

   “No, no I would never lie or trick you Anna. I mean what I say. I will take you to your husband right now if you want me to.”

   “Yes. Take me, right now. Right this very moment,” Anna answered, smiling as tears flowed down her face. She didn’t mind the witch seeing her weep now.

   “Come Anna, take my hand. You won’t ever be alone or sad ever again.”

   The two women held hands and walked to the silver craft that rested upon the green grass, under a moody grey sky on an island surrounded by a blue green sea that was never still. Climbing aboard the disc, they entered this fantastic machine. It soon zoomed out of sight and headed towards the Norwegian mainland guided by destiny herself. a witch called Juniper’s Daughter.

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   In a small fishing village, a man struggled to sleep. As usual he was haunted by dreams which killed his rest and made him feel uneasy. The same dream every night for twenty five years: the banishing of his dear wife to an off shore island because she was barren. She would never give him a son to continue his bloodline. His “new” wife of twenty four years was by his side, asleep. He had never loved her, not like he did his first wife. Yes, he was fond of her but it wasn’t love. She had given him three children, of which two were boys. His family bloodline was safe for another generation. It was his father who had found the second wife, the daughter of a neighbouring family. The ceremony was a rushed affair, as if it would remove the memory of the failed first marriage. Did his father know his son still loved his banished wife, even now over two decades later? What would he do if his son sailed to the island to join his wife, send a hunting party to kill them both? A violent law of family existed here; betray that and you were as good as dead.

   Suddenly there was a whooshing noise and the wooden house shook. This jerked the man awake from his worries, he got out of bed and made his way outside, wearing only his night clothes. On the field in front of the house was such a crazy sight. A shiny silver disc lit up yellow, illuminating the scene. In front of the disc were two women. One was dark haired, maybe red, and the other was someone strangely familiar. It was his first wife, his real wife! He ran over and almost stumbled over the rough grass. In seconds he was with her, in her arms. She had changed so much! They years hadn’t been kind to her, she was going grey and her eyes were sad eyes. Yet it was still her! His Anna! How was this possible?

   “My love, I knew you’d come. I knew you would. Every single day for twenty five years, I prayed you’d come back! You have my love!” said the man, Anna’s husband, through his tears. He fell to his knees in utter shock.

   Anna smiled and her eyes came alive, for the first time in all those years. She walked over to her husband and knelt down, embracing him. She kissed him. He returned her kiss; she felt his tears on her cheek. “We’re together now. Come with me and join me on the island. No one will interfere or stop us.”

   “How did you know I was here? What is that machine? Who is your friend?” asked the man, incredulous.  Slowly he regained his composure and stood up, not taking his eyes of the scene before him or the girl in his arms. “You want me to leave? And leave all of this? My family and my home? My livelihood and my parents? You know what my father is like. He hasn’t changed; he’ll pursue us and kill us all.”

   “I promise to answer all of your questions when we leave, all of them. We can be together, do you want that? I do, I have all this time. I’ve never stopped loving you, not for one moment. Join me my love on my island.”

   Silence descended on the scene. The man thought it over. Leave his wife, who he never loved, to look after their children. What about his vengeful father? He decided.

   “Let’s go. Right now. I never did love my second wife. She’s not like you,” he said, looking back at his house. It looked like it belonged to a stranger. It did. Fuck his father; he’d caused enough heartbreak already, especially for Anna.

   “We must go now,” Juniper’s Daughter commented, joining the conversation. She indicated to the opening in the craft.

   “Come my love,” Anna whispered, urging her husband to go. She took his hand and led him to the disc. They climbed aboard. The witch entered last, she cast a spell so no one would miss the absent husband or realise where he had gone. Silently the disc took off and flew into the clouds, out of sight.

   “Liam my dear, how I missed you. I waited twenty five years for this to happen, for us to be back together,” Anna said, embracing her husband. They were sat on a red leather seat in the craft’s control room. The witch sat separately and flew the disc.

   “We won’t be apart again, not ever. Tell me my dear Anna, who is your friend and how did she rescue me?”
  
   “My husband, this is Juniper’s Daughter. She’s my friend and helps people like us. She’s a good soul. And we’re in her fantastic flying disc.”

   “Wow, it’s like she was sent by God to help bring us back together. Kiss me my dear,” Liam said. He held his wife and welcomed her kiss. In his heart it was like yesterday when they had last kissed. A little later, Anna answered Liam’s questions. There were a lot of them.

   Arriving at Anna’s island, the disc landed and the couple embarked. Juniper’s Daughter stayed aboard her craft. Goodbyes were said and she took off, on new missions doing who knew what. She promised to return soon. Anna and Liam made love inside her quaint stone cottage; there was no worry of infertility or of anyone coming to harm the couple. Finally there were together. How long would it be till someone else joined them? A third little person? The witch had left her positive legacy through words and actions, some of which Anna was aware of. Did she know that the witch had genetically modified her barren body, allowing her to bear children, even at forty five years of age, with alien genetic science? Maybe Anna was aware, she was happy being reunited with her lost love. They had a lot of catching up to do. Love could endure...

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