It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
...jesus is coming
Joanna was already late for her illicit date. Her hair just wasn't behaving. She let out a disapproving huff and threw her hair straighteners onto the dressing table.
As she stood in her little black dress, she caught herself in the mirror; still outstanding for her age no matter who was judging. At 31, Joanna was thinking about 'age' more often now than she ever thought she would. The younger girls at the airline still thought Joanna was 'well fit'. The boys were a tad more colourful with their appreciation, some with a more hands on approach!
Running her hands down her stomach and thighs, she gazed at her reflection.
"You've still got it, girl!" as she fired an imaginary gun at her image and struck an accentuated sexy pose. She leaned forward to reveal her ample cleavage, testing all the angles available to promote her assets. Joanna was more than happy, apart from the hair, of course. As a final touch, she removed her engagement ring. It would be an unnecessary accessory tonight.
BING-BONG...BING-BONG...BING-BONG...
As the chimes of the doorbell diminished, Joanna looked towards her alarm clock — 8.02pm. Quickly she grabbed her bag and keys, switching the lights off. Slowly, she negotiated the stairs, not an easy task in four inch stilettos.
BING-BONG...
"Alright, alright, for Christ's sake!" she moaned whilst opening the front door.
A small plump lady in her 50's, dressed in a beige tatty tweed coat, white fur lined hat and blue moonboots stood before her in a cacophony of colour. Not really the taxi driver type. The lady smiled at Joanna for what seemed much longer than necessary, as if to mentally size her up.
"What?" Joanna responded, in a none too friendly tone.
The visitor still stood silent for few more seconds before breaking into a perfunctory smile.
"Do you know that He is coming?" she revealed with theatrical gusto, arms akimbo.
"Yes, I know...he should be here already" Joanna replied blankly whilst looking at her Gucci watch.
"Maybe not that soon, dear, but He is coming."
"He'd better be; he's sodding late."
"I am here with His message. You can find solace in your heart with Him to guide you."
"What message? He didn't text me."
"He can bring you whatever you truly desire, young lady."
Joanna was hearing the words, but not registering them.
The lady sensed that she wasn't quite hitting the mark. "He does love you."
"Tom? I know he does. Anyway, how do you know Tom?" Joanna puzzled.
"You can call Him any name you like, but He will always love you, dear."
Joanna was lost. "Lovely. Now, can I get on?"
"Of course dear, He will always find you."
"Look, did I ask you to come to my house? I have no interest in whoever HE is! Any chance you can just...bugger off? Go on, shoo!" she fumed, pushing the visitor from her doorstep.
The lady was taken aback but had heard such diatribes before.
"You may not have asked me, young lady, but He is calling you."
"He's calling me now? My phone has not rung in an hour. What are you babbling on about, woman?" Joanna's patience was
rapidly wearing thin.
A mental cog turned as she reached for her phone from her Yves San Laurent clutch bag.
"Maybe you would be interested...." she was cut off mid-flow by Joanna raising a hand to her face with a stop signal.
"Will you please just shut up?" Joanna snapped, returning her attention her phone. "Hi, Dave, it's Joanna, where's my cab? I said eight o'clock and he's still not here."
"There are many people of your age..." the lady butted in.
Joanna gesticulated by holding up the phone, "Can't you see I am on the phone? I don't care what the hell it is you are
selling, I am not interested. Now will you just please just go!" she snapped with impatient fury.
The unwelcome guest shut her eyes and held her hands together in prayer, as if to seek forgiveness for failing to save this poor miserable sinner of a woman.
"As you wish, but He is coming." she spoke softly with resignation, turned on her moonboots and walked into the drizzle of the night.
At that precise moment, a black cab appeared and rolled slowly to a halt. The driver walked towards Joanna's front door. He stood tall and thin with a dark goatee and shiny skin.
"Ever so sorry, Miss. Virender, he calls in sick. I take you to town now." He apologized in a thick Spanish accent.
Joanna slammed her door behind her and walked towards the cab. Her mood distinctly buoyed at seeing her new handsome driver.
"That's OK, I don't mind!" she giggled. "What's your name, driver?"
"Jesus, Miss...Jesus" he nodded, ushering Joanna into the back of the cab.
"Hayzoos...cool name! Let's go."