“Can you please stay?”
“I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“You need to stop where you are….and go back.
Visit the end of the beginning.
This is not for you.
You are in the wrong place.”
The woman entered the meeting via floor to ceiling drapes and stood on a mark which had been placed in the middle of stage.
The carpet kept her shoes from slipping, and as she stood looking out over the auditorium, she saw the faces of her family.
As the room ushered to silence, the woman found herself lost for words and paralysed.
She hung her head, looked at the floor, then lifted it again, as she heard a noise behind her.
“It’s difficult to hear you.
Can you step forward please?”
The woman in the emerald green dress stepped forward.
Holding hands with the child standing next to her, she raised her gaze from the floor and then looked at the man firmly and spoke.
Because I can. That’s why.…
“Don’t sat that!!!
You can’t say that!!!
The woman stared pleadingly…eyes welled up with tears…as her body shook with emotion.
“What time is it?”
“It’s not what you think.
In fact, you are so far off the trail, caught up in in a heedy mixture of confusing lust for love that you can’t even see what’s going on right before your very eyes.”
The two women sat discussing the state of affairs whilst sipping Cosmopolitans at the island bar next to the fishing village.
“Tell me something….” began the brunette.
“Have you ever heard of the iceberg theory?”
“This is an important meeting.
You should come along.
…and take notes.”
The woman nodded silently.
Then turned to follow the leader.
Do you understand what I just said?”
The man with shaky hands and red marked face, looked at the child sitting before him.
She had shoulder-length hair,
knee high socks,
scuffed patent leather shoes,
and her legs hung over the oak and leather chair.
The man looked at the child after realising she was not going to answer and continued speaking:
The woman leaned against the support pillar, stretching body and mind simultaneously.
This morning she felt supple (but fragile), and as the sun begin to rise, her stiletto began to sink.
“What is it you are trying to do anyway?” she heard from her familiar friend.
“You know, the sun is not up. Your clothes are not appropriate. Whatever it is you are trying to attempt isn’t going to happen.
Go back from where you came from. Lean out. Let it go.
Give it a miss for today.
It won’t make a difference.
One day never makes a difference….”