Extracts from the heart

“Still my heart was steadfast in its want of her, courting disaster, which has led me into this situation.”

“What’s strange is my heart would heed no warning, unfazed by differences in culture, race or even distance. No, my heart wanted her, it always wanted her.” Malacey to Isaiah, conversing in Roma, Italy.

Short Story: Doctor Luella Lee part 4

Name: Felicity Tavana Monroe

Age: 32

Occupation: CEO of Textiles Inc

Evaluation: After our last session, Miss Monroe has promised to once and for all break things off with Mr Williams. She wants to make sure she is single in time for the new year, for a ‘fresh new start’. Miss Monroe’s company has recently seen an increase in profits and she is considering taking a holiday as a reward for ending her affair.

The businesswoman

“So I take it, you haven’t broken off ties with him?”

“Is that judgment in your voice?” Felicity laughs gaily, throwing her head back; her dark hair which is usually tied up, is lose today and she shakes it around as she laughs. “My, my Doctor, I am paying you not to judge me, you can sit and listen to me complain, but you must never judge me.”

Felicity continues to laugh as Luella stares at her indifferently.

“You are quite casually dressed today –”

“I was wondering when you would mention it.” Felicity laughs again, gets up and spins, the flowery dress she is wearing whirls around her, briefly revealing her underwear.

“I’m sorry,” she sits down abruptly her expression suddenly grave. “I’ll behave, I’ve just, I’m happy, it is so rare, such a rare thing to be truly happy, so happy I’m a little afraid.”

“What has made you happy?”

“You know,” Felicity says softly meeting Luella’s eyes.

“Mr Williams.”

Felicity nods, “He is the only person who can truly make me sing.” She pauses for a moment, “I can’t leave him, I know that now, it is impossible –”

“Felicity –”

“No, no don’t interrupt me; I have had a moment of clarity. I will not leave the one I love. I can’t and even if I could I can’t.”

Luella sighs as Felicity continues to stare at her defiantly.

“Felicity, what did you tell me when you first came to me?”

“Tell me Doctor have you ever been in love?”

Luella hesitates as Felicity moves closer her eyes imploring.

“Level with me please, just this once.”

Luella nods slowly.

“Then you know what I mean. In Maslow’s Hierarchy of needs it should be love at the top. Should it not?” She pauses and smiles. “After love everything else is extra frosting.”

Short Story: Doctor Luella Lee part 2

Name: Gregory George James

Age: 22

Occupation: Unemployed/ Currently volunteering at a charity shop.

Evaluation: Mr James has recently been taken out of Saint Mungo’s Hospital for the mentally unstable and insane. Mr James witnessed a horrific scene when he was thirteen years old: both parents committed a double suicide by shooting each other; Mr James blames himself for not being able to stop them. Mr James was found cradling his little sister who he had assumed had died but was later able to be revived at hospital. Mr James was committed shortly after witnessing the death of his parents, his sister went into foster care, she was only six at the time of her parent’s death. Mr James has finally been allowed to leave the facility provided he attends therapy twice a week, a fact he finds infuriating. Mr James has yet to make physical contact with his sister who he remained in contact with during his stay at the institute.

The prisoner

“We both know why I’m here, there’s no reason to pretend I enjoy it, I must sit here and be subjected to your questions for two hours, I stay out of that place you get paid everybody is happy.”

“Have you thought about what I said last week? About your sister?”

Mr James remains silent, and continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Why do you think it’s hard for you to communicate with her know that you’re out?”

Mr James is still silent.

“George she doesn’t blame you.” Luella says softly.

He turns to her sharply; “Do you think I? I don’t blame myself? I have never – I wasn’t responsible!” Mr James begins to start shaking.

Luella calls for the security, James is on the floor having a full fit. Luella administers a sedative. Mr James is taken back into the hospital for overnight observation.

Bumping into you part 5

Farid

“I’m in Hammersmith, so I won’t be there –”

“Your closing the deal first?” Farid asked, trying to reign in his temper.

“I’m sorry okay, slip of mind?” Penny replied carelessly.

“Slip of mind? I’m locked out and that’s the best you can do?” He shook his head as he stared up at the pouring rain.

“Go to the bar down the road, the spread eagle, I have a tab there okay, I’m sorry I really have to go.” she clicked off the phone before he could reply.

Farid shook his head, and vowed to order the most expensive drinks on her tab; he turned and almost knocked someone over.

“Sorry” he said automatically, reaching to steady the small arms of his neighbour.

“It’s okay.” came her breathless voice from within the biggest umbrella he had ever seen.

“I’m surprised you can see from under that thing.” he said helping her close the umbrella which, seemed to be putting up a valiant effort to remain open.

She looked up at him and smiled. “I didn’t want my hair getting wet.” She said sheepishly.

He nodded and glanced up at the weather again, usually the idea of spending someone else’s money at a bar would have appealed but he was tired, having put long hours of work all week, all month maybe all year, he felt a little unsteady on his feet.

“Hmm?” he said to his neighbour. ‘I don’t even know her name’ he thought absently as he glanced down at his phone and contemplated going to one of his friends’ houses instead.

“I said you can hang out at my place until your fiancé gets here?” she phrased it like a question.

He looked up, “You don’t have to.” he said already glancing in the way of her apartment.

“It’s fine.” she said already walking towards her apartment.

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Bumping into you part 3

Farid

“Aren’t you ready to sell this place yet Farei?”

Farid shook his head, “Call me sentimental, I love the cramped conditions” Farid laughed as he imagined the look on Penny’s face.

“Well I’m coming over anyway, be there in ten babe”

“Okay” Farid looked up just in time to see the beautiful face almost hidden amongst messy curly brown hair so dark it looked black, she was rifling around in her bag, no doubt searching for her keys.

It would help if she put her keys in a particular place’ he thought as he watched her, she wasn’t overtly attractive like Penny, but there was an innocent trustworthiness in her face that attracted him, he really didn’t understand it.

“Lost your keys again?” He called out impulsively, she looked up; her deep brown eyes surprising him with their depth, she smiled hesitantly; then very slowly nodded.

“Just found them” she said softly, waving her keys around.

Poems

I thought that as Valentines day is fast approaching, we would do will to raise our spirits and post some poems or letter about love.

 

My heart

I miss my heart it’s gone away, so far so far, I cannot say.

I miss my heart it’s gone to stay, so far so far, I cannot say.

I miss my heart, it’s gone its gone, so far so far, I do not know the way.