#60a

Summer is here in earnest today. The sun is high and shadows have drawn into themselves. The apartment is cool and shady but outside things are burning up. I can smell the heat. Jaws is lulling peacefully in his water and every now and again will open his mouth into an 'O'. In the distance there is a soft rumbling of life all squashed and merged and melted together. Sometimes there are voices. My tomato plant seedlings are thriving.

I am in my green chair. The local newspaper is on my lap. Some time I am asleep and some time I am awake, but for the main I am in an in-between state, staring out into some far away land of greens and blues and yellows and reds. Every so often I look down at the headline and then to the picture. I try to rationally work things out, put some kind of perspective to all that has happened, but each time my mind becomes fixed on one image: John in a wheelchair – I cannot separate the two. Even the chair on the church steeple, I see John sitting in it, bent over and dribbling blood where the cross has penetrated some vital organ or other. It may seem crazy, may even be impossible, but I believe it was John who put it there. A kind of twisted insane warning to me... like showing me there are no lengths to which he cannot or will not go to ruin my life. But even more than that (John trying to scare me), I think the wheelchair on the roof was a veiled death threat. I cannot justify nor even explain that, but that is what I feel...

7 comments:

  1. Whoa, this bllog is insane!

    Think i'll hang around.
    BBye!

    DB

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  2. In Loving Memory of
    Luke
    funeral

    tristram.Spencer.is.a.fated.man.

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  3. DM you are superfluous.

    The God market is covered here.

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  4. @ Dogboy: Welcome & Thank you!X You've got a bit of catching up to do, or just read on and you'll get the jist of things. X

    @ Stacy: It's gonna be quite some ride. And when two planets collide, well... X

    @ DM: yeah, the God angles covered and so is the old boot. (Mum are you still reading?) X

    @ Mrs Winthrope: It seems every other person who comes here is after your arse! I think it may be a sign... X

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  5. Just catching up .. love the wheelchair on the steeple pic .. I love your humour xx

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  6. Mr. Spencer, in Texas the heat seeps in, summer just began and it's already to triple digits. But, our tomatoes are thriving as well.
    --dustylee.

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