© Neil Hayes and neilhayeswrites
One has his own course another is on hers. What are the chances that they shall ever meet? How many dimensions are they moving through? What forces are acting upon them? An astronomical chance, a seemingly infinite number. But it still happens. They meet, connect, and bond.
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How did I end up with such a weirdo for a landlord? Why couldn’t I have got the nice old lady who would bake me the occasional cake? That’s what Ben got. Me? I got the ghost. I call him that because of the permanent grey pallor which he displays. It gives me the creeps every time I see him. If I have to talk to him I can feel the cold sweat begin to form on my forehead even as I approach. And now this. The rent is due and my account is empty. A lack of planning has caused an imbalance in the cashflow situation. So I have to ask for an extension from Mr Friendly.
Standing outside his door gives me a sense of dread like no other. Whenever I have to visit, which is infrequently, just knocking on the door takes an extreme act of will. When he opens his door it is always just a crack, he obviously prefers to conduct business on your threshold rather than his. Every time I have knocked on his door I have sensed something, like a chill, and this time is no different.
Once he opens the door I explain the situation. I have always been a good tenant, this is a one off situation, it will never happen again. He nods, but then shakes his head.
“All debts must be paid,” he says, “somehow.”
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Bright sparks returning. Without them life is tame. Days pass with a seeming calm. Once home you know what you missed. No sparks, no fire.
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Sitting in the sun, lonely and alone. Waiting for the moment, to finally be put to use. I never sleep, just sit idly by. Here they come now, be careful how you handle me. Mum is smiling, Dad is scowling. Kids are happy, we are ready to go. Now I am moving, my wheels are spinning. I can feel the breeze, it is cooling my parts. Dad is giving me gas, this is why I am here!
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