SHORT STORIES

 

MINNIE CATS STORY

You know that song by John Lennon whatver gets you thru the night well this small story tells of a good little creature  that helps me get through these  almost apocalyptic days and nights. & I'll never forget the day I got mi cat, they let her out the little carry box and she walked on my coffee table, then she wondered off so casual like an estate agent checking out my flat. Into every room like yeah I'll take, this guys table,, yeah the beds big enough for all my sleeping requirements... Great bathroom for my shit box .

One thing I don't miss though is every little toy I've got Minnie is somewhere under my bed, she kept knocking them in impossible positions then after about 5 times picking up. Id say daddy's knees are dead so that's staying there forever alright. So now she enjoys knocking Alexa off the kitchen table better. Normally every animal takes a while with me and is afraid of the chair and with fair reason cos you don't get many chairs moving in the nature environment, or climbing walls. but no way not my little animal, she sat on my chair from day 1 and sits on it ever since. Yeah that night we both sat watching match of the day feeling pleased with each other. The loyal tiny friend I never have to prove anything to.

THE PROMINENCE OF THE PENCIL WIZARD  

Robyn was my art teacher at college, a man with a pleasantly, creative face, although his beard didn't care & was all over the place


Robyn was my art teacher at college and at every college do, he very often loved to waltz with a whiskey.


Somewhere between peace protester and a pencil wizard was Robyn


It was on just such a college occasion that he smiled at me whiskey in hand and so a song and ritual began,

The song signified something else it was sit down by James & every year without fail at every college party a circle would form with me in the middle and Robyn at the helm nodding merrily to me. At the time I felt quite awkward being the centre of attention, it's not what I like. I also wondered at first if this was a bit of sarcasm being a wheelchair user. That was squashed & changed quickly though when I began to realize what it really was. This a modern update on the oaky cokey was a simple and genuine heart warmed attempt at empathy. To say, mate, you are not this, we enjoy your company. Everyone in that room reaching for empathy through a song. .


A few years later the crazy thing was one of my disabled friends said the same thing happened to him at every college do as well, same song & same routine, whatever it was possibly maybe a generational thing, a disability rousing anthem, or just something very strange, I think now looking back it was a brilliant gesture. A gesture symbolic of life we are alone but somehow we're also together.


“ Those who feel the breath of sadness sit-down next to me.”
“ Those who feel they're touched by madness sit-down next to me.”
Sit down by James




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