Savages and Beasts

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Theta
Next morning Anton drove to the Residential School very early. The morning Star was still in command of the firmament when he opened the main door of the school and walked to the laundry room in the basement. Even Sister Gladys wasn’t at her post yet. Soon as he got to his laundry and started the first washing machine Mary appeared through the door. She didn’t say anything. She walked to him; she hugged him; she gave him a passionate long kiss. Her mouth stirred the wildest erotic desire in him. He turned and led her through the internal door to Dylan’s room. They were touching, groping each other, all over their bodies desiring to become one. Yet, time wasn’t ready for them yet. The knock at his door and the entrance of Sister Gladys ruined their oestrous which subsided along with their erotic expressions.
“Sister Gladys, good morning,” Anton said to the spectacled nun who smiled in approval of what she knew they were doing.
“Good morning lovebirds, sorry, I ruined your moments, I just wanted to have an update on Mr. Kelly’s condition,” she said as if she almost enjoyed her disruptive entrance.
Anton related to her the latest while he surely mentioned that he was planning to visit the hospital soon after breakfast. Sister Gladys was happy with the update which she was to pass

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Jazz with Ella

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was telling Vera the most extraordinary things about himself, about his family, about California. Her face came alive. In turn, she described her own childhood on her father’s market vegetable farm—not a collective farm but one of many such small, private enterprises that flourished far away from Moscow. None of the others approached their table. It was as if they were alone in the room.
Professor Chopyk entered late (he had been napping, having forgotten about the visit) and he surveyed the room until his glance fell on the esteemed political commissar. Nadezhda Ivanovna had given up trying to capture Natasha’s interest and advanced determinedly toward him. He shrank into a space between a table and the bar counter and he knew, even as his back hit the wall, that he was doomed to stay there for the duration of the party. The woman shook hands heartily and took up a rigid soldier’s posture in front of him, her formidable bosom aimed at his throat. After this introductory assault, he was greatly surprised that she proved to be an interesting companion. She was university educated as an engineer, he found out, and when she learned of his interest in literature she spoke of a number of favourite modern Soviet writers unfamiliar to him. Probably Party hacks, he thought, but it’s good to hear the people’s true perspective. For the first twenty minutes he enjoyed the conversation immensely, even advancing in his imagination so far as to picture Nadezhda Ivanovna’s ample bottom bouncing solemnly on the berth of his cabin—until he passed some humorous comment and the political commissar responded by braying like a donkey. All fantasies of intimacy, feeble at the best of times for Chopyk, melted away at her guffaw, but as he cast about for Natasha to rescue him, he noticed her disappearing out the door with Ivan Nikolaevich who wore his usual worried scowl. Some further protocol issues to be debated, no doubt. He groaned inwardly and attempted to slide around the bar and past the commissar while she was still talking. Mistaking his intention, Nadezhda stepped in front of him and called for a bottle of mineral water and a glass before resuming her discussion.
At Jennifer’s table the second mild beer had brought about a breakthrough of sorts. Slava had stopped talking about Lenin’s Path and had started on stamp collecting.
“I have some Canadian stamps if you’d like them,” Jennifer said eagerly, happy to disrupt the numbing discussion of vehicle production statistics. She pulled them from her purse …

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Impulses

Sadness
He took his place among us
and locking eyes
he said: I have nothing but
a small blue window
on the bay where sheer fancy
grabs moonlit waves
star bursts laughter while
you have nothing that I want
I ferret to escape
it prods me to the exits
I bolt from the gate to chase it down
crave for those days that last twelve hours

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