Wednesday, February 13, 2013
“A Chicken In De Fridge” a carnival haiku fiction; February 11 – 13th 2013, ends today; hope you enjoyed reading.
Please remember (All the characters in this story are fictitious and do not refer to anyone in real life)
Part 3 – Pssst, nice woman
“Pssst, nice woman”, a voice accosted across the traffic aisle, as a silver grey private car sped past. The taxi driver and the other passengers in unison chimed in “but aaa a it have some real fresh ole men these days oui”, and everyone in the taxi steups except Gemma who smiled inwardly, careful not to reveal her delight, to her just now, acquired posse. Little did they know she had awaken in the pre hours of dawn in the gently arms of this joker. Alard had a healthy sense of humor and this was a vivid display. It was a private interlude, theirs. It was a funny interlude, theirs. It was Alard’s car, on his way to work also, which had by sheer coincidental timing, had passed along side the taxi. The rest of the journey proved uneventful despite the early morning stream of traffic going in the direction of down town, with its crawls and stops, and not because of traffic lights. That was the setting during peak hours going in the direction of town.
She got off at her stop, Elizabeth Street and walked a short way to her work place. She felt like a hobbit as she turned into the entrance of the ficus covered wall. A trail of Sunflower scent preceded her as she ascended the short lift of steps to sign the attendance register. It was Ash Wednesday and she was never late. The carnival was over. It was back to work with just as much fervor.
Jackson was there before her, he was her all fours partner, and there was a game on that Friday after work. This was an important game, there were coffee mugs to be won by the champions. Jackson teased “You got a tan girl, I hope that man didn’t tire you out too much and you have energy left in you for this Friday after work lime” “Tire me out, which man could do that” she hurled back at him. “That same one who I don’t like for you, that is who I talking about“. She answered laughing , “You will never like him for me , you like you for me, ent?” And she sauntered away going towards her desk.
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