Juniper’s Daughter - Fragmented Whole Short Stories And Juniper’s Daughter - Black Lense Poetry
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- Jun 19, 2020
- 4 min read
Juniper’s Daughter - Fragmented Whole Short Stories And Juniper’s Daughter - Black Lense Poetry
By Nick Armbrister
“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 quickly 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 on 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 realize 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 in the pilot’s seat 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.”
Emma woke in the morning and stretched in her bed. She looked tiredly round their room in the new dawn light and stopped in horror. Alison wasn’t there! She knew right away where she was; in Room 109 with Rudy! Lisa was still asleep and Emma quietly got up and went to confront her friend and her new lover. She was numb and angry. How dare Alison do this! How dare she, she knew I liked Rudy.
Coming to Room 109, Emma opened the door and peered inside. Two people were in bed asleep. She knew who they were.
“Hey you two, how dare you do this!” shouted Emma. Tears of rage streamed down her cheeks and the two sleeping forms came rapidly to life, waking up with a start and sitting up in shock. Tired eyes stared at the intruder.
“Eh? What the hell?” Rudy said.
“Oh no, Emma...” from Alison.
“That’s right Alison, its Emma your friend. Or we we’re friends before you did this!”
“Calm down love, its fine. Don’t get stressed,” the body builder said, placing an arm lazily around Alison. She moved closer to him.
“Don’t you even talk to me, you himbo! You haven’t got the sense you were born with!” Emma snapped.
“Emma chill out, we’re having some fun,” Alison commented. The look of betrayal was clear to see.
“Shut your fucking mouth you bitch! Don’t ever call yourself my friend again, do you hear? I mean it Alison.”
“Emma, don’t say such things...” the naked girl stammered, realizing what she had done. She looked at Rudy and to Emma.
“This has gone too far, I want you to leave the room. Now!” Rudy shouted, pointing with his free hand. The other still embraced Alison. It was obvious they were in this together. Emma was the intruder, in the room and in the sense that she hadn’t fucked Rudy, not part of his little club.
“Before I go, I’ll say this. You two deserve one another. If I ever see you again Rudy I will claw your fucking eyes out and cut your prick off, do you understand? As for you Alison, this friendship of ours is over. You made your choice when you joined lover boy there.” Emma gained strength through her anger and turned to leave the room. She was stopped by a final verbal bullet from Rudy. It was devastating.
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?
POSH
Posh Goth historian lady walks seductively around the darkly delicious graveyard.
Wearing a red tight button skirt, black blouse and bare feet.
She waits for me, in vain.
I broke it off and went my own way.
No more Goth for me or women for me.
I ditched being miserable when I met my boyfriend Johan of Hannover.
Will my family forgive me for turning gay and breaking a real English rose's heart?
I listen to classical music and work for Siemens now.
A happy life.
Yes I still like my dear Goth historian but as a friend.
Please don't be mad.
Enjoy your English graveyards.
Do visit us in Germany soon my dear to meet my boyfriend and see some history.
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