23/12/09


Three Shadows
Chapter 3

Lola sleeps in her upstairs room at home, mother's palatial but traditional domicile, part of a set of fine European domiciles linked to a family known as House Ladywell. In her bed, Lola dreams, but her reverie leads her to the dark of night’s hallowing! She first sees an elderly priest, stood on his knees, in his long dark robes, and holding a small golden cross on a small chain, in both hands before his chest. He is shaking and trembling fearfully, and Lola hears him, most falteringly attempt to pray: “Lord forgive...in my own egregious fault...my own fault...my...”
His jaw shaking, his lips tightening, he dares look up toward a huge man, covered in beautifully formed, fat muscles, naked, but that he was wearing black leather brief, which reflected some flame light.
“...The Lord...the Lord is my shepherd...My cup runneth...runneth over...” continues the priest, whose throat is dry, and has difficulty controlling his breath.
Behind the muscleman, who was looking down, a cruel smugness evident on him while standing over the priest, Lola sees a very large black dog, attached by a black collar to a very long but narrow and shiny metal chain in the man’s hand. The dog had its head lowered, it growled and paced to either side behind the man, chain quietly chinking, as both dog and handler jealously eyed the trembling priest.
A few metres behind the priest, she sees Turbo, wearing similar shorts to the ugly man, standing tall, and muscular but slim, with short dark hair. With him similarly dressed, mostly naked, stood a slim, fit man she quickly recognises to be Biffo. Lola wonders momentarily before seeing Mr Topol, wearing a clean white shirt, silk tie, a very dark purple waistcoat and trousers, with polished black shoes. Topol was sat on a stool nearby the team, with his back almost directly to the strongman and his dog. Turbo and Biffo loosened and flicked their limbs, preparing to fight, but clearly not against eachother. Jesus Turbo watched the dog, threatening the poor priest, so badly. The two fighters had narrow, black bonding rope, separately and tightly wrapped around each of their hands, and their heads across the ears. They had tied between their toes, and around their feet and ankles.
Lying asleep in her soft warm bed, she begins to fret, her breathing is unsteady. Then she notices Turbo looking directly toward her, and she thinks it strange that his demeanour showed he was unworried by the threat to the priest or themselves, even busily thoughtful! Topol seemed only concerned to glance occasionally over his shoulder to the horror before the priest, a little more clear by the flame torches. Biffo was watching the devil and his aggressive large dog, but with similar confidence, as though the huge, awful sadist and his nasty animal were little more danger than two boxes of cakes!
Lola begins to relax, and her breathing steadies. The priest lowers his head, praying, praying, praying...

Lola awakened! She looked about her dark room, and thought to herself, “I’d better just see if mum is alright.” In her yellow cotton pyjamas, she carefully opened the door to her room, as light carried the world a little into her pretty bedroom. She negotiated the stairs, and pushed open the lounge door.
Her mother Sara, noticing and smiling kindly to Lola, was reclining on a sofa. She asked of her charming and intelligent daughter, “Alright, dove?”
She was watching a political interview show on television. Lola happily climbed onto the blue sofa, and sat by her. On the show, a young woman from the audience, asked a question of a senior politician who was sat at a light mauve desk, with other guests under cameras and lights. “You are stupid though, aren’t you?”
The politician answered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean!”
She replied, “No, but you are, you’re stupid!”
The show host asked for a question from another member of the audience, a man who asked, “Are you stupid though? I mean, really stupid?”
The politician looked about the audience, in a vulnerable, timid way, as though he had been hurt by a lover!
“Does anyone have a better question for the minister?” asked the host. Many members of the audience who wanted to ask a question, lowered their hands.
A guest European Parliament member, then turned to the minister and said, “Why don’t you bobba off, you bobbing stupid bobba!”


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