Short story of the Unexpected.....PART 2.

PART  TWO...

Miles parents felt let down  that he didn't join in School activities like Tom did.
 "Wish you were more like Tom , why cant you do the things Tom likes to do.Your embarrassing us Miles , your a lazy baby.Tom doesn't embarras his parents , he makes them proud!".
Miles Father chanted most weekends.
"We'd swap you for Tom anyday!"

 Tom stepped from the shower grabbing blindly for his LFC towell.
Two Police cars turned into Toms driveway.Miles first heard the gyrating gravel , then saw the roofs of the squad cars with their black lettering from the upstairs window.
 Tom was naked drying his hair blinded by the towell as he whistled.
The force that Miles hit Tom was almost super human.The spade was heavy for a 10yr old , but Miles still managed to slice straight through towell , skin , skull and brain in one sick hit . He hit Tom's head with the sharp side edge as he swung it around full force.
Toms head split open as he fell to the ground.The LFC towell draped over his head and shoulders , getting redder , legs in a knot dead.

Police had entered Margaret and David Cords house , knowing something was wrong . Front door unlocked , two smart phones with dozens of messages and missed calls . They searched but found no one.
 Knowing of the close friendship between the Cords and Allens they went to speak with them for any information or answer's.
 There was no answer?
The police had been informed that Tom played Rugby on that morning , and his parents waited for him to return normally ?.

 Seargeant Morris was sure hed seen an upstairs curtain move...but a big house , a draft maybe ? He wasnt sure of himself , but he knew something wasn't right.
 He called for back up , an armed unit with a door iron , they had to be quick but carefull.

Margaret and David Cord were home , but they were in bags behind the washing machine and dryer.
Miles had been studying poisons for a few months. He  dissolved Laurel bush leaves in solvents to extract cyanide.
He wasnt sure if he had followed the web site correctly , but he administered the clear White liquid into Mum and Dads  Thursday morning coffee.
Miles waited in his room for 40 minutes listening for any sounds . Nothing.
 He walked into their bedroom hesitantly , he looked to the bed , his parents lay in coffee stained sheets and both very dead.

 To heavy to move , he patiently cut through them with state of the art ceramic knives.He cut methodically and neatly .
 He placed four legs and four arms on the floor on a seperate duvet.Torsos and heads stayed on the bed while he started bagging up arms and one leg in one bag ,one leg and a torso in another . He did feel I sprinkle of guilt which is why he puts their heads in the same hessian garden sack.
 Because they died before Miles dismembered his parents  bodies there wasnt as much blood and bits as he'd imagined .All mess stayed on the duvets , sheets and Miles naked body.

  He spent 2 hours stashing the heavy sacks in the laundry room , showered then went to Toms house.

A Short story of the Unexpected...PART ONE.

PART ONE.


Thurwell was a very affluent village , situated between the Two rivers , the Dee and Mersey , North West England.
  Famous footballers , former Beatles and film stars all owned  homes of sandstone in this postcard pretty village.
  Miles Cord and Tom Allen where best friends ,Tom lived in a 3 story sandstone castle , well almost a castle in the most affluent part of the village, neighboured by rich folk who obsessed with striped lawns and expensive cars. Miles lived about a mile away in a country cottage , porch bordered with Summer flowering honeysuckles , a perfumed porch.
  Tom and Miles attended the same village primary school , their parents both involved in school and village events and where best of friends . All growing up in the same village had formed a close friendship over the generations.

 Summer school holidays had arrived and even the Sun shone for a good few weeks . Bees and Butterflys fluttered by while Tom and Miles played dead and jumped off things .
   Miles was staying Thursday till Sunday he informed Mrs Allen ,  as he slugged his Vimto down , burped ,  then ran through the double doors into the garden to jump off more things with Tom .
 Friday , Tom and Miles bought balloons . They where sure if they blew enough up, held on and jumped off Toms garage roof they would glide graciously onto the soft striped lawn. They fell straight downwards quickly, brushed themselves down and continued to jump off things with bouncing balloons on strings trying to keep up.

 Saturday morning after Mrs Allen had cooked breakfast , Tom was picked up for his inter school Rugby match . Tom loved rugby as much as football , but he loved Liverpool Football Club the best.

 Miles answered the door to Tom , as Tom waved to Mr Warren the Rugby coach.Tom ran through the house and straight upstairs , "Wheres Mum and Dad Miles?" Tom shouted , "Gone shopping I think , be back soon they said ".
Tom stepped into the shower , eager to get building dens and jump off high things!

END OF PART ONE...
       

Lemon trees and Strawberries...

Memories like Lemon trees,
some bitter,some sweet some sticky.

Memories like Strawberries,
get what you get cant be picky!.

Oh Shantaram....

Shantaram,
your word's are glued to my blood,living with me.
Did you really press your lips to the sky and lick the stars?
I bet you did, words dont lie.

Did you taste Space?
Nibble Mars , lick some stars?
I know you did Shantaram.
Was it cold? Space have colour?
Does Purple night drape the Desert of Forever?
Or another colour smother the other?

Did you see Winged Women, cellophane Princesses
floating, did you hear their wings beat?

Did you hear death cries as Stars fell from dark skies?
Can you hear that up there?
Was the air full of dreams, Space beams , strange flying machines?
Did you see it Shantaram?

Shantaram licked the stars, and Uncle Sam went to Mars.
Did you see that?
Did they see that?
Would you do that?
Land on Mars or kiss Stars?

CHOOSE A MASK!!

Choose a mask he shouted, hide yourself behind it.
You make me sick is what he said.
He grabbed my head.
Choose a mask! he screamed!
Spit hit me, he grinned sins at me.

He was the lowest gold, a dirty diamond,
short but broad.
He looked like a fisherman and stank,
stank of bait and hate.
Spat when he screamed.

Choose your mask now!
You can't comprehend me he said,
Im incomparable he said.
Choose a mask he shouted quickly,
choose a fucking mask, manically.
He hit himself against things in front of me,
berated and hated me,shouted foul smelling
words at me.

Tears swell and bowells fell.
He repeated his mask mantra, incessant insanity.
Choose your mask!
But I never believed he wanted me dead.

Fowl flew and barn doors too.
Paratroopers grouped stooped and trooped
the small broad man.

Choose your masks he screamed at the troopers.
Pop of a gun, red dust flew around his head.
He fell dead clutching two masks in one hand.
But i think i understand.
If one man has two masks hes not a man,
he's to sick.

The Gardeners.

Rolling lawns and herbaceous borders, arbours and arches.
Arches and screens for climbing means, clematis and runner
beans.
Jasmine scents the stoned pathways.

Sandstoned with style, small walls jut separating lawn from lawn.
Borders sprawl tall growing annuals.
Golden Rods and yellow Broom.
Roses red in full bloom.
Wisteria borders doors and windows blue and flowing.
Laburnum trees with yellow streams of reams.
Petals sleep on the lawns, everythings growing.

But now the lands untended, weeds strangle with nettle and
bramble.
Without care the Garden dies and nature cries.
Lawns all dead, weeds two feet high, no floral slendour greets the
eye.
Just weeds and dead wood, ants nests adorn the once precious lawns.

The airs bad now, the Garden tried.
The Gardeners dead now so the garden died.

Time waits for no man though, and with time shoots grow.
Roots  reborn dig and slither through fresh earth.
Cells multiply, and photosynthesis brings with this new growth.

A new Gardener guides his flowering brides and sees the seeds hes
sown grown and reach for the skies.
Lord of the land, the Gardeners hand.

Liberty Caps

Everything was too fast.
Everything moved and breathed.
Everything was hectic and manic,
wide eyed and panic!

Fireworks poured out of clouds, and fires cackled blue.
I saw the atom sign above houses, it was revolving,
turning in on itself, then massively wide and whooshing!

People were distorted, my feet felt wet in my Nikes.
Stuff in my eyes, floating head debris and gold

I stumbled through rocks, rough terrain.
I climbed through rock over and under through the other sides,
to where I started.
Scrapped my knee on scree and red powder blew around me.

The atom sign still whooshing overhead.
The Liberty Cap still whooshing inside my head.

Giant black letters of felt whipped out of lights,a lighter produced
flying black felt letters, bird like.
Spelling bad things.
Car headlights throwing out words.
Streetlights buzzed with flapping black letters of leathery felt.
Moths and vowells around lights in towns.
Word's bouncing off bins into shop windows and sticking,
lights flicking, words whipping!

Then it stopped, felt black letter's crawled into floor spaces and vanished.

Lights stopped because the Sun rose.
I coughed gently, wiped my mouth and turned my head, swallowing
nothing.
Fingers tingled as i put more Liberty Cap's between my lips.