TRUST

~ It's a problem. It could even be the ROOT problem.

* Banksy poster via RedBubble/ Pinterest

Yes, I admit that I am staring at a printed Banksy calendar on the wall. I like Banksy, I know where to find Banksy too. I guess we all do. Really, he's kind of vocal, if you know where to look. Then again, since I'm staring at month end pondering the question: WHY AM I NOT USED TO THIS (Insert word of choice here) yet?

It's probably the dormant accountant in me, but who loves month end? Who loves spending their precious time paying for, in my case - things I already own. Beware the dreaded seven-headed serpent, It's called DEBT. In my country it's a real growth industry.

Then again, money never sleeps anywhere. Lord knows, I need a pet dragon. They sleep on gold, or haven't you heard? Oh wait, the only dragons I know wear suits and avoid cameras. Curious?

Let's write that story, we'll call it Greed.

Greed.

~ Volume one of the tomb.

Once upon a time, in a suburb in the middle of a burgeoning city, lived a writer. Her life was by no means extraordinary, but it was far from dull.

To be blunt: She knew things. She guarded secrets. She was living a life far from the one she was destined. Until a chance encounter, lead "Destiny" right back to her door. First. it would phone. And phone, and it kept on calling until she tossed the telephone.

Then she started seeing the scuff marks on her door. The distinctive footprints. The lingering smell - sickeningly sweet. Like a corpse, covered in lavender.

Then came the noises at her window. Like a broken branch, but more insistent.

Now, at this point she was starting to think she was hallucinating. Her pantry was bare. No matter how full it was when she went to sleep, she awoke to find things have mysteriously gone.

She became more vigilant. More of a vigilante too.

Day, after day. Hour after hour, she grew more weary. Her core was being attacked. Finally, one day she gathered all her belongings, got on her bike and drove into the West. Into the city. Looking for a place to rest her head, no matter where.

She had left a note on her front door, addressed to Destiny. It read:

" To my dear friend,

You who had once led me to stray so far, why are you hounding me once more? I did what I had to, I survived you. With utmost respect, I ask you for peace. Would you grant me that? Obviously not, else you would not be reading this.

I'm pleading with you for patience. Just four more weeks of obscurity. I know you will not listen to these words. In fact, I already see you standing there, ripping this letter into little shreds. Using the confetti to trace me in the wind.

See you soon, H."

As she predicted, she was soon awoken from her slumber. She wanted to slam the door, yet she knew that would harm her more than him. Knowing full well, that turning against him would not turn the tidal wave of his presence. She was not in awe, but she adored him. Everything about "Destiny" was alluring. The way he stalked her in his nonchalant way. From the way he'd smile, with a glint on each incisor, and the smell of old leather.

"So, what may I do for you this time? What brings you back to my door? Did the family turn against you, or did she grow tired of your tricks?"

"I missed you." He seemed irritated, she knew she had struck a nerve.

She allowed herself to whisper in his ear "I never stopped missing you. Only when I aimed…"

"I need you, H. I know you suffered. Because of me, but not only me. Will you ….aid me?" His voice, husky on those words. Words he was not used to saying.

"You know I will, as long as you keep that … woman called "Greed" away from me. How is our dear lady of the night?"

"Dying."

"An immortal is dying? How is that possible? I see her alive and well everywhere I look."

"No, what you see is our daughter 'Avarice', she with the moral integrity of a weak, spoilt, and twisted nature. I should have named her for what she has become, a virus, deadly and without conscience."

Her eyes went from soft, to onyx stones, glinting in the darkness. "So, you have a daughter? And what of our son? "

"Please, just come away with me. To a place you used to know well, if you really want to see him, you would." "Or have you forgotten how to love completely?"

With those words, he suddenly whips around, catching the poisoned dart meant for her. "Don't touch it!" he hisses.

"She's found me."

"Which means you led her straight to me. Why does she hate us so?"

"That is the question only you can answer. Did you think I would have lingered so long, if things were different?".

"Well then, let's get started." Ducking down she hears the whistle of another dart, as it misses her completely.

"Fate seems to be on the winning team it seems. Come on, I know these alleys, we can lose her."

"How is Fate these days? I have not seen your twin for a very, very long time?"

"Fate is who she is. Still changing lanes, and driving against the flow." She shakes her head, "my mother always said she'd be the wild one. She was right."

"Are we riding or running, by the way?"

"My daring H, I need to rest."

She looks at him, the way he is almost fading as the new dawn arrives. He seems to slide in and out of her gaze.

Then she realizes, he is no longer visible. She searches the corners of the room. Finally she looks up, but she still cannot find him.

Puzzled now, she's about to take a look through the eye-hole. That's when she feels his breath on her neck.

"Stay."

So she turns into his embrace.

"I am here, cause I am Her. You remember?"

~ Fin

Need to hear more? Intrigued just enough? Keep on reading, can you tell who she is yet? A new character? Or just another, older version of another…

Resigner :)

On that note, my batteries are flat. For all you "computer specialist's" out there, I need a Cure for my computer. This is not Avarice, just a malfunctional driver. Something technical, and I just do not have the time.

Tomorrow's headache started today. Man, fudge and darn. As if screaming at the scream is going to fix things. A girl can dream.

Resigner loves you, yes U!

Keep on falling forward, eventually we'll gain enough momentum. Then we fly.

[N.W. 29/08/2023]

Now we know, let's float.

#justmoveforward