And the walls spoke too

This is not really my idea of the end of time, but it comes close...

Borderline gasoline and the Unified Unit known as B gas and U-U were over the line and running hard in the breeze of their movement. A passing wall spoke: “If you wait long enough it won’t matter anymore.”

They took this sentiment with them to mudge over later if it came to it. And come it did in the underground they found to hide out in centre city where they didn’t belong anymore and were trying to escape.

“I should’ve worn a bra,” said U-U calming down some after the hard run.

“Won’t matter what you’re wearing if we’re caught,” said B gas listening to catch any sound of something coming close.

When a dog barked nearby they both looked up and then without a word set off running the other way.

When they came to the hotel growing out of the weeds they knocked on the door to be let in. After some time of knocking a voice came from the other side and said: “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” said B gas wondering if that was the right answer.

“I don’t believe you,” said the voice on the other side of the door.

And that was it really it seemed, for how can you get in a door unless it opens for you, thought B gas and sat down on the step to think.

“I’m off centre,” said U-U sitting down beside him and pulling out a large umbrella she was knitting for a rainy day.

“What time is it?” asked B gas.

“1968 I think,” replied U-U stopping her knitting for a moment and screwing up her face in thought. “Yes, 1968,” she said again and went back to her knitting.

For want of anything better to do thoughts came and went like a train across their vision and everything burned bright like a Van Gogh painting, and the moments felt like hours until the next breath came to show that time was only an observed event, some construct that really didn’t mean anything and that there were better things going on like the rain that began to fall hissing into the ground and then bubbling up into swirling colours that turned into images that were scenes that evolved and evolved until all was a moving picture show that was so far-out it was trippy.

The meow cat passed perfectly and silent through the cat flap and wrapped itself around U-U’s leg and purred sending waves of ecstasy through her whole body.

“At last, something to believe in the moment,” she said and picked up the meow cat to stroke it in her lap.

A carnivorous extract, or the crack of doom if you like, was hovering ‘out there’ somewhere on the edge and waiting to get in and like a bad trip had the makings to spoil everything if it did get in.

Someone had left the gate open and if it wasn’t closed and soon then something was going to come in through it. But who was going to make that journey all the way there to close it before anything happened?

“I’ll do it,” said B gas preparing himself to move to do it while sorting the options in his mind as to just how.

A lone daisy pushing up through the grass beside the path was complaining that nothing ever changed and counted the grass stems over and over again for the 100th time.

“Stop complaining,” said B gas pounding past a thousand feet high.

“Looks like I’m doing it on my own, but it’s alright, the universe has my back,” said daisy to B gas’s back.

B gas said no more and carried on towards the gate with the intention of closing it soonest.

I HAVE WALKED ON WATER AND NOW I WOULD GLOW IN THE DARK

Somewhere in the garden a blind blackbird with a hole in its wing in the dark bushes of this or any other story finally found a worm and ate it with relish and then listened to hear if the wind had anything to say about it. But the wind was silent so the blackbird stuck its head through the hole in its wing and went to sleep until it was hungry again.

THE NEIGHBOURS

Pump and Tint the next-door neighbours were holding hands and looking over the fence to see what was going on today, but without a clue they just shook their heads and stared with eyes that saw mostly weeds and strange goings on.

After they saw B gas close the gate and walk back all the way along the path to the front door and sit down beside U-U on the step, they gave up trying to understand what was happening and went back to their TV watching to stare at Gardener’s World on how to make a beautiful garden out of an old box and a piece of string and before long were shaking their heads again until they nodded off to dreamland.

CONVERSATION

“How old are you?” asked U-U as B gas sat down beside her after closing the gate that was now long forgotten.
“I’m as old as now,” said B gas finally finding an answer that seemed worth saying.

“Then answer me this: a continental boyfriend was rusting away in the wind and couldn’t make up his mind about anything.

On the other side of the coin a battered bus had come to the end of its days in the bus graveyard.

Somewhere in between the two by a wide definition was Liverpool on the banks of a low carb diet and taking no prisoners in between the sheets of it all.

Without drawing a map, join up the dots of this with a refined answer that can be recombined at any time without further notice.

You have the space of ten breaths...go.

B gas took a huge breath and held it in and then thought hard.

A fly-by-night in the extremely overcrowded bushes close by was listening in to know the answer and was also holding the breath too.

Others too held their breath in, and with so many breaths being held it became very quiet as everyone listened to see what would be said.

“When the rustic jazz plays where we can’t be found to be found and found again and never to fall where the heart does sing then there will be the flavour pin of your answer,” said B gas bowing.

And with that said, the curtain fell and everyone let out their breaths and rose from their seats to applaud.

THE GHOSTS I KNOW

Daisy was thinking that one day all her teeth might fall out and she’d be able to gum eggs like her grandmother, but until then she had to eat them just like everyone else.

She found this a little samey at times, but what else was she to do, it was life and she had to accept it and besides, the alternative was too out there when she came to really think about it and who would want to close this door and open that before time?

When Daisy realised that her thoughts were morphing into morbidity she deliberately changed them and began to think of what she was going to do when she reached the kitchen, and bumped into a door with her head.

“Ouch,” she said, momentarily angry. “Who left the door open?”

But it wasn’t anyone else’s fault, or the door’s, she’d been thinking too much, and lost in her head she hadn’t noticed the edge of the door until she’d walked into it.

Daisy drew a sign in the air with her finger and said: “I am now not going to think.”

She began not to think of the thoughts that came on the conveyor belt of her mind but found it tiring and so decided to make a cup of tea. She began to visualise how she wanted it...

A QUIET SILENCE LATER

It’s funny how some things come so simply and naturally, like how to find the kitchen in your own house. One moment it’s like some kind of imperative to get there but getting there has too many obstacles, and the next it’s so simple and no longer hard to find and the memories come back from wherever they’d gone to.

“It must be magic,” Daisy said and put the kettle on. As she waited for hours and hours for the kettle to boil she ran up and down things to think about while she waited, but eventually she realised the kettle was taking too long to do its thing and so she looked at it to try and see why nothing was happening.

But as hard as she looked it was still doing nothing except being silent.

“I really do want a cup of tea now,” she said to the kettle, but still nothing happened and it remained silent.

On close inspection she noticed that the little red light was not on so she flipped the switch down and saw the red light come on.

“Silly me, it wasn’t even turned on,” she said.

Moments later it began to make its boiling sounds so she went back to waiting, but too few thinking thoughts she realised the kettle was sounding strange as if many small men in tin boots were trying to get out of it.

She raised the lid and peered in only to find it empty.

“Strange,” she thought.

And then the idea came to turn off the kettle, so she flipped the switch and the red light went out.

It went quiet in the kitchen then so that she heard bird song from outside. As the bird’s song expanded in her mind she also became aware of the clock ticking on the wall and the silence of the place as it spoke to her in comforting tones not unlike the colours of love when they find you at home and in the kitchen trying so much to make a cup of tea and expanding beyond the doing.

“I like it here,” she said, her voice filling the space. She noticed that her voice sounded dry so she went back to the task of tea making and wondered if some music might be nice.

Turning the radio on brought a crowd of noise into the kitchen and after listening to it for a short while she decided she liked the quiet much better. She turned the radio off and immediately felt better, but also felt a small disappointment there wasn’t any comforting music that she had hoped to find by turning the radio on.

She looked at the kettle and wondered why it was not boiling yet and was about to give up on making tea when she remembered the tin men that weren’t there in the kettle when she’d looked inside it.

“Of course, it needs water,” she exclaimed, pleased with herself for figuring it out.

Unplugging the kettle she took it to the sink to fill with water and felt so sophisticated at being able to do so and she wondered why there was no one else around to notice her accomplishing the task of filling the kettle.

She called out to see if anyone was about but her voice came out as a dried croak so she went back to making tea by herself and thought again it would be nice to have some music.

You can do a thing a thousand times until it becomes so familiar you do it without thinking, but when you’re fully in the moment the learning is undone and the now of it is all there is as everything slows down and you find time is not real and everything has a life of its own and that you are connected in a way you never knew before.

Daisy found herself half way to the radio when she realised the kettle was still not boiling so she stopped and took a deep breath, and closing her eyes she let it out slowly.

“I might get a cup of tea one day,” she said to herself, “but today may not be it.”

When the knocking came she decided to go investigate. Leaving the kitchen behind her to its own devices she ventured out into the passageway.

THERE IS NOTHING I CAN ASK FOR THAT I DON’T ALREADY HAVE

When Blagardo Blice and Jo-Jo Shill wanted in they usually got what they wanted, so they set to bashing on the wall of the hotel as if to say: “let us in or else.”

After a couple rounds of bashing the police were called by the neighbours to come and take them away, but the recording on the end of the line said that the police were not available and please try again later.

By this time a crowd of onlookers with their dogs had gathered to watch, and an ice-cream van stopped to do business.
A video of the event was recorded and put on the internet and in no time at all the crowd had grown to a heaving mass.

The local grunge band opened their garage doors and made big noise, and what with all the guitars, flutes and whatnot that were brought a roaring festival was happening.

When some back street heroes maniacally erected a stage with a microphone, politicians appeared and spouted their lies and began to work their corruption to favour any outcome they wanted but were ignored by everyone except the ones who were paid to cheer them and make up the numbers.

And then the TV cameras came followed closely by deviants and trouble makers come to burn, pillage and loot.

When the crowd had grown to a million, the consensus was to march on the capital and shout at the government to make them change their evil ways.

Later, after the tail end of the crowd had marched away the quiet returned to find one car overturned and someone’s shed burnt to the ground and of course rubbish everywhere.

When Daisy opened the door to see what the knocking was about she found B gas and U-U huddled in each other’s arms and lodged tight in a corner of the long hallway and sleeping.

She didn’t want to wake them, so quietly closed the door of the room and decided to go have a snooze too....

End of part thirty one...

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