Fiction

Musings on childhood.

Did you hear the one about the gag-writer?

From that day the mysterious woman barely left Somchai's home for some three weeks. He noticed that he also saw less of the villagers when he travelled about his land. That however did not concern him so much as his mind was fixated upon the woman in his house. He was terrified of frightening his new house guest away and took pains to cater for her every need.

Some ten years had passed. Although he was satisfied with his life he had almost given up on meeting a woman to take as his wife. The realization nagged at him more persistently that there was every probability that his life would remain a lonely one. Thinking more about this every day he realised that he was still a relatively young man. There was still the chance to return to the city.

The story goes on

There was no reason for Somchai to live in a small house in the forest. He had been born into a wealthy family in Bangkok. An only child, his parents had doted on him. Nothing was too much for him. He was their special child. He was particularly special since they had almost lost him to Polio as a youngster.

I watched Ellen lying beside me; my sweat drying on her skin

Summer of love. Underground.

The lipstick she wears is sweet.

Simon is a rock writer in the Sixties. It's a demanding job and sometimes he needs to relax.

Well, things just keep happening, and sometimes it's because of conspiring friends who seem intent on either getting into trouble or looking for trouble or asking me to be a party to their vices and twisted ways. Not good, I tell you, my son, not good at all.

Jacquelyn put the voodoo stick in my back pocket and gave me a love pinch right around there where she put it. "I don't believe in voodoo anything," I said, and took it out and dropped the bent tree branch in the gutter and watched her trail behind me and get down on her knees and pick it up out of the oily black water with her teeth.

So you see I'm heading east and I see her there by the side of the road and she's got this thumb in the air and it's been nine days since my old lady kicked me out and said bye bye and never again, and I'm hungry and it ain't for no hamburger and fries either.