(Kinda connected to Breathe)
Sheena was just shallow enough to love listening to BBC Radio One and just complex enough to wonder whether the songs were not a little trite. She was half enjoying the pre-orgasmic sounds of Selena Gomez claiming that she could not keep her hands to herself when the phone rang.
Odd that someone should be calling her in the day. She almost never got calls then. Even the salespeople and survey-mongers and scammers seemed to have got to message that she was not interested in their wares.
She glanced at the display. ‘Mum’. Curiouser and curiouser, she thought.
Since her dad had left the ‘family home’, she had taken the deliberate step of changing the displayed name from Home to Mum. For one, it didn’t feel like home without them all being there, and for another – she had made her own nest in the snug apartment, just one and a half important miles down the road.
She picked up the phone, still slightly greasy from last night’s pizza. ‘Ugh’, she thought and reached for a piece of kitchen roll.
“Hello, Mum.” A cheerful voice, despite the lingering hangover. She was always glad to get a call from her mother, even unexpected ones.
A male voice. It took a long moment to reorient her mind and connect the gruff voice with her father. The burst of pleasure she felt took her by surprise.
“Hi, Dad – how are you?” She could hear the smile in her own voice. ‘Stop grinning,’ she thought to herself, ‘this man left you and your mum for …’ For what? She wasn’t sure. Neither of them would talk about it to her. They didn’t even seem to talk to each other about it.
“Hi, Sweetie.”
Something in his voice – sorrow, sadness – something else, eclipsed her smile like a dark cloud.
“Dad? What’s wrong? What is it? Where’s mum?” Piercing alarm. Panic rising. A sense of …
Robert.
Hold on, I’m just …
Robert!
What!
You can’t do this.
Do what?
Well, for one thing, no father would tell his daughter
that her mother had just died over the phone. Ever.
Hmm – good point.
And aside from that. you can’t keep on thinking
about your mum dying. I mean, she’ll probably
be around for decades yet. Tell you what, why
don’t you just give her a call? She’d like that.
Yeah, actually, you’re right.
It’d be better than continually having her
pass away in these peculiar little stories.
Oh. I never thought about it like that.
Okay – I’ll give her a call tomorrow, okay?
Hello?
You there?
Hmm.
The first line is my favourite. You let us know exactly where Sheena lies on the depth spectrum.
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Hahaha – yeah, because how one feels about Selena Gomez is the keystone to all emotional and intellectual depth. 😉
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Of course! Common knowledge.
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If only I’d known this as a teenager – my life would have been completely transformed!
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Thank you for your responsiveness today. Is it my birthday or something?
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I’m in a Writing Meeting. There are eight of us and rest of them are talking among themselves while I am talking to you. When is your birthday? 🙂
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Typo: I’m sure you meant “talking to you”. Not telling.
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But that’s what I said!
At least – that’s what I said after I edited it. 🙂
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Freudian slip.
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Actually, ‘taking to you’ would work too I guess. In a friendly fashion. 🙂
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Yes, true.
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🙂
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Can’t remember what I said was true. I wrote that comment AGES ago. ☺
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Yeah, a whole six days ago!!
We were saying that ‘taking to you’ and ‘talking to you’ would both work as well as each other. 🙂
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Thank you for the reminder. 🙂
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Oh, gotta go – we’re going to play darts now. 🙂 Laters.
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Have fun!
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Have you ever played darts? We played ‘around the board, 25, bull (or is it bull’s eye?). Anyway, I didn’t win, but it was a great game.
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No, I haven’t. Can you believe that? It’s not all about winning, you know. I went to an indoor shooting range for the first time a few weeks ago, and used a handgun, rifle, shotgun, and revolver. I had such a great time! I’m quite the good shot!
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Sheesh, wow! Really! I’m impressed. I want to do that now. Although, I don’t think we have many guns in this country. Is Canada as liberal as the US in that respect?
Well done for your shooting prowess, S. 🙂
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Impressed again? 🙂 (Second time in the same day.) Canada and the U.S. are very different in that respect. If you’re interested, here’s a good video explaining the differences: http://mackenzieinstitute.com/the-canadian-gun-culture-vs-the-united-states/
I plan to go to the shooting range again in two weeks. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it! However, I have absolutely no desire to go hunting; I’ll stick with shooting inanimate targets.
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Oh gosh, I never even thought about hunting! No – I don’t thing I would enjoy the experience of killing anything either.
I tried to load that page, but it’s either being blocked by something like a firewall, or the universe doesn’t want me to watch it.
Still – I wouldn’t mind finding a shooting range near here. 🙂
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Selena Gomez wasn’t yet born back then.
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Hmm – good point.
I remember reading that Toyah Wilcox used to do her vacuuming in the nude and being quite taken by that information, but I guess the equivalent of Selena for me was Blondie / Debbie Harry.
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Toyah Wilcox? Who the hell…
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On tour in the UK at the moment. Famous for her lisp. Her major hit was ‘It’s a Mystery’, which she rendered as ‘It’th a mythtery’. Well, it was funny at the time. 🙂
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Just looked her up. Quite the looker for her age. Her lisp would be perfect for speaking Castilian Spanish.
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So you watched a video of her saying something too? I’m impressed. 🙂
Send me a url of someone speaking Castilian Spanish?
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Didn’t watch a video of her saying something, but saw pictures of her. You don’t know what Castilian Spanish sounds like?
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Have not a single, solitary clue, but I’m guessing it’s kinda lispy? 🙂
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Oh, come on, Spain is SO close to the UK (I mean, anywhere within a couple of hours’ flight is close, right?). You must’ve heard lots of Castilian Spanish before. Here you go: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z66SCV01JQQ
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Oh I’ve been to Spain a couple of times, but I’ve never heard them talk like this. Are you sure it’s not just someone taking the piss? 🙂
I mean – Barthalona – really!
York is full of oriental people at the moment. Coach loads disgorge onto the pavement to clog the highways and byways such that getting around town is fraught with danger of falling under the water as the tide of orientality flows and flows with no sign of ebbing.
Yeah, I don’t know why I told you that.
Grathiath for the video. 😉
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Definitely not taking the mickey. 😊 The ‘s’ is still pronounced as an ‘s’. Only ‘c’ and ‘z’ are pronounced as ‘th’.
Oriental people? You know that the term “Oriental” borders on being derogatory in some parts of Canada, right? I personally don’t care much for political correctness, so it doesn’t bother me. I know that in the UK, “Asians” refer to South Asians (those from India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, etc.), but in Canada, the term generally refers to East and Southeast Asians.
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Ha! 🙂
Oriental – the insult that never existed. Literally, it means of the Orient, or of the East, as opposed to of the Occident, or of the West. Hey-ho. 🙂
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Literally, Caucasian means of the Caucasus, but the term has come to mean white people in general. I’ve never understood why. In fact, I never even thought of this until a colleague in Austria asked me (in German) what Caucasian meant.
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Yep – that too. 🙂
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Is the term Caucasian used as widely in the UK as it is in North America?
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Hardly at all really. We know what it means, but don’t really need an extra word to refer to ourselves if you know what I mean. Maybe it’s used more by people who are not Caucasian?
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Found another typo: “we know what it meanS”. ☺ Caucasians refer to Caucasians as Caucasians all the time in North America. At least in the context of identifying someone in a police lineup.
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Yeah, no – I don’t think we do that here then. 🙂
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Well, if her parents live on the other side of the world…then what other option does the father have?
And I agree with your inner voice regarding your mother. Did you call her?
XxX
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Sheena lives about a mile up the road from her dad, which is why I rewrote it (you’ll probably read it next week now) to take that into account.
Erm, yeah, no – not called her yet. I really need to though. Hmm.
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Okidoki 🙂
Hahaha…Start with ‘Hello lovely mother, how are you today?’ And she will be so surprised, she forgets immediately you haven’t rang her for a while 😉
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I called my mum just the other day, and you’re right, it was as sweet as sugarcane. 😀
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hihi
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