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Author: The Random Witness
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-07-06 - Updated: 09-07-06 - id:2243008

A/N- sorry, the format of double line spacing stuffs it up. grrr, is there anyway to stop it happening? better to read without double spacing.


Stuff the Pony

Necessities: food, water and shelter.

Necessities: stir through dinners, coffee and four brick walls, a roof with a TV.

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Born today nine years ago. Celebration? Make up spread across the carpet. Comb bleach blonde-d hair. Mini skirt and crop-topped.

High heels pulled out from beneath the bed. Take dolly down stairs.

Skip over the streamers. Blow out the candles.

Laugh with mother father and gran.

Wished for an mp3 camera phone, because CD players are so yesterday. Stuff the pony.

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Three coffees and a ciggie, before vegemite on toast.

Jot down the “To Do’s”:

Herd the angels to school.

Must remember to call principal about Tommy’s behaviour.

Meet the girls at the coffee shop then off to the botox drive through.

Give house maid the shopping list, and the website address for the supermarket.

Call ‘Hire a Hubby’ to paint picket fence, Barry’s in Paris till Monday- business meeting again- can only contact between 3 and 5.

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Two hours in his room, alone. Contemplation. Self contempt? No. Revenge.

Dark blow dried fringe, still gets in his eyes.

Spike studded necklace, black shirt, red tie, red eyes.

Pity. Wear it all, to stand out. Pity, a crowd was converted.

Minority group, its no longer individual. “But they’ll be sorry, they’ll see, they’ll never forget me!”

Black fingernails grip the blade, take a deep breath, clench the fist – mother walks in, sees clothes splayd on the floor, “Dear, tidy your room”.

Then turns to leave,

“You’re not wearing the dog collar again are you? I need to take the Mutt for a walk soon.”

“Yes Mum”.

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“Brace yourself men”. The opposition approach. Guns at the ready.

One man waves the sign of the cross, genreflects the falling sun.

One kisses his cross one prays over beads.

Five others vomit, one rocks in the corner.

One rubs the mud of his pocket knife. Uses the metal as a mirror.

Combs his hair and puts his helmet back on.

“Such a hansom boy” they would say. Gran would be proud.

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Necessity: food, water and shelter.

Necessity: microwave dinners, Multi V and four walls a roof and a widescreen plasma TV.



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