“Good Nights Await: Just Another Manic Sunday”
It’s now half-two in the morning.
Was suddenly awoken by the balcony doors swinging open.
I could hear talking out in the corridor, and only heard “That’s really getting to me, you know. How can you not have all of the Lord of the Rings films put together on the dvd case?”
Looked out the peep-hole and saw Jimmy and Claire in the corridor.
Now I’m sat with a cup of tea, in the corner of the room, realising on the other side is where I’ve left the remote control.
It’s now half-three.
There’s a lot of commotion outside, like two fire engines with their blue lights flashing.
Paul Sketchers had not long been on the news, him saying “It all began with the jokes being made about Ricky’s Only Fools and Horses drafts, Brian Plasters said he was not trying. Now Ryan asked us what he’s doing now, told him he’s making movements being Tony Angelino, with his song crying. In other news, there’s a special guest having a backstage pass at one of tonight’s poetry slams, being held in the canteen of the Good Nights Await hotel...”
I didn’t hear anymore because knocking came from my door. Got up and opened that, to find Redrick standing there. “Doesn’t matter the distance, because I’m obviously here, dreaming and asleep in Aylesbury Prison.” I asked if he knew what was going on outside and he continued:
“Someone thinking they’re a pretty arsonist, decided to set fire to Trickful Woods cabin shop, as soon as the debates started, about who survived and tried to keep the Deep Underground Poetry site alive.”
Having walked out to the car park with him, Michelle approached us, blowing the steam off her plastic cup of coffee. “It’s annoying when people have to spoil things, isn’t it? I hear in the last few months, an old walkway was renewed, lights being put in the ground and what have ya—to then only have some idiot who can’t appreciate nothing, and smashing four of the lights.”
She dropped her cup, near Aktar’s feet, and he then said “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t glued on. How’s your mother finding them screws? Is she still going strong?”
“No need for that.” Redrick said
“And I suppose what you really want now, is to clean this patch?” Aktar replied, sternly, wiping his trousers, and then walking off towards the swings.
I told Redrick I was going back indoors, to run a bath and Jimmy caught me standing outside of the elevator. “I’m going up to watch Saw 2.” He said, walking in the elevator, and pushing the button to his floor. “You probably don’t want me talking about this, but I over-heard the conversation you and Claire were having yesterday morning, and I gotta say, man, just keep having that idiot ignored. Mentioning something that was well out of line, like a complete psychopath, knowing you’d write about it, and it then putting you in a deep hole—even though there is no facts behind his statement, it’s that narcissist trying to paint a certain image of you. But he can shout fuck the police and think he’s above the law all he wants, because I understand—You maybe many things but not that, so he has no choice but to be careful.”
I said, “It already feels awkward. Mouth going dry from the sheer shock of what the asshole was saying, that day on the estate. A sister complaining of him raising his fists when going round, to then come downstairs and start shouting off all that she was—Was unbelievable, and it’s still effecting me slightly. One fat naive woman has clearly based her opinions on my whole life, from that one observation, so now when having walked past the bus station, I saw her walking with other people, and from that awkward look, couldn’t hear what words were muttered to the person he was walking beside, but something was said. Ahh well, I’m so fucking prepared to keep my distance and strike out if really necessary because I’m bothering no one, and about his life, I really don’t give a fuck. I will continue being that fake writer, and not picking up a pen.”
After myself and Redrick parted, I stepped out of the elevator and could see Alex, throwing a ninja turtle at what looked like his next door neighbours dog.
“Hey, little man.” I said, walking up and patting him on the back. “I hope your mum is doing alright, and you’re not getting annoyed by your brother. They said you shouldn’t know, although I think it’s only right so Seden has had ‘Not Alone’ cut into her skin.”
As I was opening my door, Constantine shouted
from down the end of the hallway, and walked up saying
“I took your advice and bought my laminating machine from Wilkinson’s. Let me see what pieces you’ve laminated tomorrow, we talk about it over a fry-up, and what’s still to come for Christmas.”