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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Englisch
BIRCH & the freedom between the solid surfaces. 8 fictional stories from the childhood. The main text; BIRCH may stand for vegetation, innocence, growing up. In The Amorfa there is a birch tree exposed to violence. The subtext; the freedom between the solid surfaces is `the spaces between the leaves of the birch`. In THE CROSSING there is the text - "to jump from the edge of the table to the floor". It is exactly in that space ( In between) one develops, in the `not knowing area `.
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BIRCH & the freedom between the solid surfaces.THE CYCLING SADIST.SANDCASTLES.LAMBORGHINI AVENTADOR.THE CHAMELEON.THE TIN MAN.THE CROSSING.THE DEPTH.THE AMORFA.AUTHOR`S WORDS.CopyrightBIRCH & the freedom between the solid surfaces.
BIRCH & the freedom between the solid surfaces.
8 short fictional stories from the childhood.
The main text; "BIRCH” may stand for vegetation, innocence/ growing up,
In "The amorfa” there is a birch tree exposed to violence.
The subtext; "the freedom between the solid surfaces" is `the spaces between the leaves of the birch`.
In "THE CROSSING” there is the text - "to jump from the edge of the table to the floor".
It is exactly in that space that one develops, in the `not knowing` space . In between.
The pictures are the author's own except for the picture in ”THE CYCLING SADIST” and ”THE AMORFA” which is free and comes from the internet.
T.R Kvém Aug/2022.
THE CYCLING SADIST.
The doorbell rings, the mother answers.
-It's for you John, it's Ruth. John is 9 years old and Ruth is 15. It is summer.
Ruth shows up as a very pretty girl with dark blonde shoulder-length hair and perfect white teeth.
She is wearing a very short, sleeveless, light green, flowery summer dress. You can see her white underpants. Ruth is barefoot. Her feet are dirty.
John has blond curly hair, blue shorts with yellow elephants and a white t-shirt with a hand-printed floral motif.
He wears black and white sneakers. John stands close to his mother with one hand in his pocket, the other hand shoved into his mouth, biting expressively on his knuckle.
He stares down at the floor in front of him.
John's mother loves Ruth.
-Do you want to come out and play, Ruth asks John.
Ruth lives with her mother, who is always working. She's alone most of the time except when she rings our doorbell, which she does almost every day.
-We can go for a ride, Ruth says with her sweetest smile.
What happens next is something John has no control over. Ruth does.
They meet outside the house by Ruth's bike. A bike made for a long-legged 15-year-old girl. She stands close to John and looks deep into his eyes.
- I'm not going to tell you twice, you little shit.
Ruth is two heads taller than John. He has trouble getting up on the packing rack.
-Grab my hips, you stupid, disgusting little girl, Ruth urges John.
John starts to cry.
A year ago they were slaloming between the lampposts on Ruth's bike. She was going fast.
At one point she told John to look out the side behind Ruth's back, John's head hit a lamppost so hard that he fell off the packet holder and everything went black.
When he woke up, Ruth was standing over him with a grin on her face. -Hm, that hurts, doesn't it?
-You can have it, you little shit head! Climb up on the packing rack now or I'll hit you in your little face with my fist, you stupid little John-face.
- I'll pull down your pants and laugh at your little pecker! - hahahahhahahaha!
It's Ruth.
After a bike ride that takes almost 10 minutes, they arrive at the hill with thousands of holes of all different sizes. This is where the fun begins for Ruth.
She doesn't try to avoid the holes, no, on the contrary. Ruth will try to run over as many holes as possible, with John on the back of the pack.
-I want to go home, John says, fighting back tears as much as he can, while keeping a tight grip on the pack.
His butt is already hurting badly from many previous bike-races down the hill with Ruth. John doesn't say anything to his mother,
or Ruth will just say he's a real `weepy-boy'.
To get to the top they have to pull and push the bike, Ruth in front and John in the back. John doesn't understand how Ruth can walk with her bare feet over all the sharp rocks without it hurting.
Ruth looks backwards, down at John, -push on! You little shit, I want to get up as soon as possible.
As you may already know, Ruth is not just any girl.
When they get to the top they stand for a while and look at the view. It's a view that John thinks is very nice.
If you look to the left you can see the city far below, the cars look like little toy cars. You can even see Bill, a big black homeless dog running around the street chasing cats. But there are no sounds, only movement. It's completely silent.
-Okay little John, you want to ride the bike all the way down. John is about to say no but is interrupted by Ruth, - Shut up! It's not a question, just do it.
-Just get your little ass in the back.
-Do it now! She shouts into John's ear. - Please, Ruth, can't we just go down the hill?
-Get on my fucking bike you stupid little cunt, or I'll tell your mum what a little shit girl you are.
-Hahahahaha! She laughs out loud. - Yes Ruth, says John. John keeps a firm grip on Ruth's hips, closes his eyes and bites hard on his upper lip, tears streaming down his cheeks.
-Let's go, tjohoo! Ruth shouts out over the hill. Suddenly Ruth stands up on the bike, John loses his grip and falls backwards.
He quickly manages to grab the saddle before it's too late. Ruth's dress flies in the wind, revealing her white underpants. - Hahahahah! you little pig head, hahahahahahahah! Ruth laughs.
As she leans over the handlebars, John can see that Ruth has a darker spot on the back of her underpants. She has peed on herself.
Ruth decides to go through lots of little holes.
- Hold tight around my waist piss-rat!
Like a Japanese Kamikaze, she is focused and drives straight over all the little holes on her way down the hill.
You motherfuckers! Eat shit and die! Suck a rats azzzzzzz! Ruth is in her essay. The pain in John's butt is indescribable.
- Can I get off now, he asks in a voice barely audible.
In a brief moment with no opportunity to respond, it happens.
The bike hits a large stone, in slow motion it looks like this;
The back of the bike is lifted straight up into the air with John. Below John, Ruth falls straight down against the stone, head first. John continues in a large circle over Ruth and ends up on his back with the bike on top of him.
There is silence.
Miraculously, nothing happens to John except for a graze on his right elbow.
Ruth lies in a position reminiscent of a small baby lying with her head against a pillow, her legs pulled up under her stomach.
Her backside is pointing straight up. A much larger wet spot can now be seen.
Ruth is not moving.
Without thinking, John pulls down her underpants and begins to smack Ruth's bottom with his palms.
