Wicked Mood
February 9th 2012 02:57
May walked to the front gate. She had thought she had heard a car. She heard the drill on the road. However the road was empty. May smelled the air. It seemed crisp. Whatever taint of petrol had been spilled in the atmosphere was gone. She smelt nothing but lilies.
“I thought it was him;” she muttered in a sour tone as she thought of her freshly left husband Max who had picked up her child and said he was going to leave.
She hadn't cared much about it at the time. She didn't want to look at him until he had shaven. He had considered it an insult and had given up. He had wanted her to love his new style, and she told him to go out with a bear. He had picked up the child and left. She had sulked but not cried.
“Well maybe he has gone;” said May as she shrugged. “Gone, and I am alone;” she muttered before she looked to the house next door and saw the neighbour at their door as they picked up the paper.
May waved as the neighbour waved. She didn't know much about him other then he had a nice front yard. She heard he worked as a business manager, however other then that she didn't know him. She hadn't ever seen a woman at the front door, and so she thought him as single or a divorcee. She didn't really care about it at all. She had always had her husband however he was not around.
May wondered if she could sleep with the neighbour. She began to think about it, but she shook her head. She moved inside and let the trail of thought go. She didn't like him in that special way. She had rather go to a bar and pick up an Elvis impersonator, who had a lot of love and drugs. She smiled.
“That's cheered me up;” she muttered as she began to think about it.
However then she dropped the idea as she recalled the big hairy chests and engorged bellies some of them had. May shivered.
“Well sometimes it's good;” she muttered before she moved through the door and to the kitchen.
May poured herself a drink. She began to wonder what life would be like. She had no family, they had all died. Her parents were taken on a boat tragedy, and her sister had cancer and died from trying to pray it out. She had let it all pass by, and now that her husband was gone she was alone once more.
“To hell with it!” she muttered before she heard a knock on the door.
May answered the door. She rolled her eyes as she saw the faithful people in their gear. She wanted to blush from ear to ear, so hot was the temper inside of her head. She hated the faithful. They were young and annoying. They talked about nothing.
“Hello there lady;” said one of the fellows who looked around eighteen. “Has God bless you today!” he cheered as though he were offering a lottery win. “Our bible is our faith, and we are willing to give you one for free if you agree to listen to one sermon;” he said.
May laughed. The fellow was so outrageous that she wanted to fill her heart with laughter. The fellow grinned, and so did the fellow next to him. May shook her head after she had filled her gut with bubbles.
“I am sorry;” she muttered. “I don't like to read;” she said before she closed the door.
May giggled a little longer. She felt a little humoured for a good five minutes. Then she giggled herself towards the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. She felt hungry all of a sudden. The laughter made the grumbles rise. She hated to hear it turn, and so she made herself a good sandwich in order to cope.
May smiled as she looked left and right. She felt the world was empty and that she needed nothing. She wanted to relax, however she felt too bored to do so in the right way as to make it a treat. She was already relaxed, anything more and she would feel like a slob.
“I wouldn't mind someone here;” she muttered as she thought of her bed and her rolling on the covers with Elvis.
May began to cream. She thought about hot sweat and jewellery. She thought about the comical sided of being with the king himself. However then in her thoughts came that faithful fellow, and she giggled again. He was such a joker.
“Hope Satan hasn't stolen his soul;” she muttered before she finished off the sandwich.
May moved out of the kitchen. She had nothing much to do. She wiped her hands on her hips. She then smiled a little to herself. Everything was clean. She had dusted the day before. She knew it was all clean and tidy. She looked to the television and knew that she could watch it. But she didn't want to watch it. There was nothing there for her to watch. Just some lame television and the news. She already knew the news. She had heard it on the radio when she had done the dishes.
“Great! Now I need to pick up a hobby;” she whined before she moved across to the nearby crafts table.
There was some patchwork on it. She had been wanting to make a quilt out of her child’s clothes. However she had given it up and taken the clothes to the needy bin. She had smiled at the time, but now she wished she had them.
“This sucks;” whined May before a knock on the door broke her attention.
May moved to the door. The faithful person smiled to her as he looked. He was alone. His partner had gone. May smiled at him. He smiled back.
“Laughter is the cure to ailments;” he muttered as he held up his bible.
“I know;” told May in a sober tone.
“I can see you need to let it out;” he said. “How about I read to you and you can laugh?” he muttered.
May sighed and shook her head. She had nothing much to do, and it was true there were bubbles in her belly. His face told her that he was funny, and so she shrugged and let him inside.
May giggled as she showed him to the lounge, and then she giggled as she asked if he wanted tea. He declined, and opened his book. May sat an arms length away.
“In the beginning God was born!” declared the faithful person in all the eagerness he could muster.
May laughed. She was already finding him amusing. He had nothing but a comic on his tone, and she couldn't stop herself. He looked to her, and then he smiled. He nodded, and then he moved on.
“God was great from the pool of nothing!” he muttered in a tone that was full of life.
May giggled again, she couldn't help it. She began to laugh, and it hurt her sides. She could feel her heartbeat run, and she laughed it away.
“He was so large that there was only absence around him!” he warred as he grew a blush. “He had to spin the world around twice before he was able to bloom up the essence that made the world what it is;” he said.
May coughed and then she snorted. There was nothing else to do but giggle until she wept. She could feel only laughter.
“Say you find humour, that is good!” the faithful cheered. “I like that, it makes me feel good and warm;” he said. “God loves the cheerful;” he muttered.
“I am glad;” told May as she wiped a tear away. “But I am not sure God would like this laughter, it doesn't make sense, it just comes out because you speak like a celebrity;” she muttered as she flicked the tear away.
“God loves all laughter;” he enthused.
“I know;” told May. “But God loves a many things and always from a distance;” she said as she smiled. “I can't believe he is watching right now;” she muttered.
“He is through me;” told the faithful. “I am his mortal diviner;” he said.
“Well..”: told May as she rubbed her arm; “Tell God I want some sex, and what does he think of it;” she muttered as she smiled.
The faithful widened his eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. He coughed a little, and then he began to grow a little weary. He looked around and then he looked back to May who had unbuttoned a couple of buttons.
May felt like the wicked trying to lure the saint. Perhaps that is what it was. She wanting to lure in some young faithful in order to just see what he was like. She was like that. When she was a teenager she asked guys if they would just do her for the sake of it, and never-mind anything else. They sometimes agreed, sometimes not. As she watched the young guy in front of her she could tell he was trying to think his way around her. However as he looked at the peaks of flesh in front of his face he grew a little warmed to it. They looked like good robust peaks. They looked full and warm. He wanted to touch - but then he thought about God, and he began to wonder how he could use some page of the bible in order to give himself a holy mission towards the strange woman who had cheer on her lips as a drunkard had sweat on his brow.
“Well that is a thing God would like to know about;” he muttered as he looked to May. “Sometimes he likes to investigate closely;” he said as he glared with eyes that reached into May's soul.
“That is good;” muttered May. “Because I am in a wicked mood!” she sung.
“I thought it was him;” she muttered in a sour tone as she thought of her freshly left husband Max who had picked up her child and said he was going to leave.
She hadn't cared much about it at the time. She didn't want to look at him until he had shaven. He had considered it an insult and had given up. He had wanted her to love his new style, and she told him to go out with a bear. He had picked up the child and left. She had sulked but not cried.
“Well maybe he has gone;” said May as she shrugged. “Gone, and I am alone;” she muttered before she looked to the house next door and saw the neighbour at their door as they picked up the paper.
May waved as the neighbour waved. She didn't know much about him other then he had a nice front yard. She heard he worked as a business manager, however other then that she didn't know him. She hadn't ever seen a woman at the front door, and so she thought him as single or a divorcee. She didn't really care about it at all. She had always had her husband however he was not around.
May wondered if she could sleep with the neighbour. She began to think about it, but she shook her head. She moved inside and let the trail of thought go. She didn't like him in that special way. She had rather go to a bar and pick up an Elvis impersonator, who had a lot of love and drugs. She smiled.
“That's cheered me up;” she muttered as she began to think about it.
However then she dropped the idea as she recalled the big hairy chests and engorged bellies some of them had. May shivered.
“Well sometimes it's good;” she muttered before she moved through the door and to the kitchen.
May poured herself a drink. She began to wonder what life would be like. She had no family, they had all died. Her parents were taken on a boat tragedy, and her sister had cancer and died from trying to pray it out. She had let it all pass by, and now that her husband was gone she was alone once more.
“To hell with it!” she muttered before she heard a knock on the door.
May answered the door. She rolled her eyes as she saw the faithful people in their gear. She wanted to blush from ear to ear, so hot was the temper inside of her head. She hated the faithful. They were young and annoying. They talked about nothing.
“Hello there lady;” said one of the fellows who looked around eighteen. “Has God bless you today!” he cheered as though he were offering a lottery win. “Our bible is our faith, and we are willing to give you one for free if you agree to listen to one sermon;” he said.
May laughed. The fellow was so outrageous that she wanted to fill her heart with laughter. The fellow grinned, and so did the fellow next to him. May shook her head after she had filled her gut with bubbles.
“I am sorry;” she muttered. “I don't like to read;” she said before she closed the door.
May giggled a little longer. She felt a little humoured for a good five minutes. Then she giggled herself towards the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. She felt hungry all of a sudden. The laughter made the grumbles rise. She hated to hear it turn, and so she made herself a good sandwich in order to cope.
May smiled as she looked left and right. She felt the world was empty and that she needed nothing. She wanted to relax, however she felt too bored to do so in the right way as to make it a treat. She was already relaxed, anything more and she would feel like a slob.
“I wouldn't mind someone here;” she muttered as she thought of her bed and her rolling on the covers with Elvis.
May began to cream. She thought about hot sweat and jewellery. She thought about the comical sided of being with the king himself. However then in her thoughts came that faithful fellow, and she giggled again. He was such a joker.
“Hope Satan hasn't stolen his soul;” she muttered before she finished off the sandwich.
May moved out of the kitchen. She had nothing much to do. She wiped her hands on her hips. She then smiled a little to herself. Everything was clean. She had dusted the day before. She knew it was all clean and tidy. She looked to the television and knew that she could watch it. But she didn't want to watch it. There was nothing there for her to watch. Just some lame television and the news. She already knew the news. She had heard it on the radio when she had done the dishes.
“Great! Now I need to pick up a hobby;” she whined before she moved across to the nearby crafts table.
There was some patchwork on it. She had been wanting to make a quilt out of her child’s clothes. However she had given it up and taken the clothes to the needy bin. She had smiled at the time, but now she wished she had them.
“This sucks;” whined May before a knock on the door broke her attention.
May moved to the door. The faithful person smiled to her as he looked. He was alone. His partner had gone. May smiled at him. He smiled back.
“Laughter is the cure to ailments;” he muttered as he held up his bible.
“I know;” told May in a sober tone.
“I can see you need to let it out;” he said. “How about I read to you and you can laugh?” he muttered.
May sighed and shook her head. She had nothing much to do, and it was true there were bubbles in her belly. His face told her that he was funny, and so she shrugged and let him inside.
May giggled as she showed him to the lounge, and then she giggled as she asked if he wanted tea. He declined, and opened his book. May sat an arms length away.
“In the beginning God was born!” declared the faithful person in all the eagerness he could muster.
May laughed. She was already finding him amusing. He had nothing but a comic on his tone, and she couldn't stop herself. He looked to her, and then he smiled. He nodded, and then he moved on.
“God was great from the pool of nothing!” he muttered in a tone that was full of life.
May giggled again, she couldn't help it. She began to laugh, and it hurt her sides. She could feel her heartbeat run, and she laughed it away.
“He was so large that there was only absence around him!” he warred as he grew a blush. “He had to spin the world around twice before he was able to bloom up the essence that made the world what it is;” he said.
May coughed and then she snorted. There was nothing else to do but giggle until she wept. She could feel only laughter.
“Say you find humour, that is good!” the faithful cheered. “I like that, it makes me feel good and warm;” he said. “God loves the cheerful;” he muttered.
“I am glad;” told May as she wiped a tear away. “But I am not sure God would like this laughter, it doesn't make sense, it just comes out because you speak like a celebrity;” she muttered as she flicked the tear away.
“God loves all laughter;” he enthused.
“I know;” told May. “But God loves a many things and always from a distance;” she said as she smiled. “I can't believe he is watching right now;” she muttered.
“He is through me;” told the faithful. “I am his mortal diviner;” he said.
“Well..”: told May as she rubbed her arm; “Tell God I want some sex, and what does he think of it;” she muttered as she smiled.
The faithful widened his eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. He coughed a little, and then he began to grow a little weary. He looked around and then he looked back to May who had unbuttoned a couple of buttons.
May felt like the wicked trying to lure the saint. Perhaps that is what it was. She wanting to lure in some young faithful in order to just see what he was like. She was like that. When she was a teenager she asked guys if they would just do her for the sake of it, and never-mind anything else. They sometimes agreed, sometimes not. As she watched the young guy in front of her she could tell he was trying to think his way around her. However as he looked at the peaks of flesh in front of his face he grew a little warmed to it. They looked like good robust peaks. They looked full and warm. He wanted to touch - but then he thought about God, and he began to wonder how he could use some page of the bible in order to give himself a holy mission towards the strange woman who had cheer on her lips as a drunkard had sweat on his brow.
“Well that is a thing God would like to know about;” he muttered as he looked to May. “Sometimes he likes to investigate closely;” he said as he glared with eyes that reached into May's soul.
“That is good;” muttered May. “Because I am in a wicked mood!” she sung.
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