Last year I published several ebooks on Amazon KDP. One of them was "The Woman Who Killed Her Guardian Angel". However, when it became
obvious that Amazon is part of the disgusting 2025-scheme of what is
called "the oligarchs of America" I decided to unpublish all my new
ebooks. By now, there are only some of my previously published books by
other publishers on Amazon. This short story, "Choices" is from
the unpublished collection of short stories on Amazon-KDP, ”The
Woman Who Killed Her Guardian Angel”
When
Abby woke up in the morning the very first thing she thought of was the
telly shows she had seen the previous night: “Kings of Destiny”
which was right after another one of her absolute favorites, “Get A
Million For Fun”.
Not
yet having had her wake-me-up-cup-of-coffee her head was positively
spinning with what she had seen before going to bed. As not much on
this earth was of greater interest to her than her favorite telly
shows it was quite annoying that she, as she grew older, had
developed a habit of falling asleep when watching television. WHAT
had happened to the royal court of King Canute? She wasn’t sure and
it annoyed her.
The
drama held her tight so she decided to phone her younger sister,
Vera, hoping that she had seen the shows and might tell her what had
happened. She knew full well that most likely her sister had spent
her evening watching election programs with that black woman, who was
always grinning like a deranged demon. However,
maybe she was in luck, and Vera for once had skipped the election
program for the excessive drama of Canute, Ahab as well as the
adorable princess Bettinia. The suspense had multiplied when
the princess had fallen in love with that sinister and much too swarthy Ahab
who, she felt sure, was out to commit treason. Maybe he was even
planning to murder the rightful king, Canute. When thinking of these
royal intrigues her heart skipped a beat or two with anxiety, but
still, she loved it!
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Actually,
sometimes she even forgot to eat to watch it! Also she had
some grave concerns about the heroine of the “Get A Million For
Fun”, the lovely and
stylish, but
not quite young, Ms
Zenia: Did she win that million or was she cheated out of it
by that less than pretty and even somewhat mannish Ms Margareth who
obviously enough didn’t know the first things about make-up and
fashion?
Also,
she had the most annoying habit of grinning at all times, even
without anything to grin about, just like that black woman who was on
television day in, day out: Absolutely NOT very ladylike to say the
least ….
Not to know the outcome of that, in her opinion, very important competition about a million was annoying beyond belief, and she was adamant to find out as soon as possible! In the meantime, she would send that lovely and stylish Ms Zenia some potent thoughts and prayers!
When
she sat down to her coffee she turned on the telly, full of
expectations to see something about these ongoing telly-dramas. She got
very annoyed when she found out that it was all about that black
woman, who was always laughing too much, the election and some
confusing stuff about “tariffs”, the rights of women as well as
the prospects of something called “2025”.
While
sipping her delicious coffee she sent her younger sister, Vera, the
very first one of the numerous emails she had become accustomed to
post on a daily basis: “Do you know what happened to Ms Zenia
yesterday, and what about Princess Bettinia. Did she find out that
that awful, treasonable – as well as rather swarthy - Ahab is
double-crossing her and the rightful king of the realm?”
As
these fictive dramas held her in such a tight grip, she decided also
to phone her sister, after having mailed her, but not receiving a
reply. She really hoped that Vera had seen the shows, all the time
fully aware that she most likely hadn’t chosen the intrigues of the
fictive royalty and maybe just as fictive millions over the ongoing election.
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Well, at least I shall give it a try, Abby thought, and anyway, not
so long ago, it did hold a certain interest to Vera too. Because of
the election - and that black, grinning woman - she just forgot about
it for a while.
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One week from now, she thought, heaving a sigh of relief, everything will be back to
normal.
At
least that was what she hoped, as she missed the daily discussions of
the shows with her sister. Also, she missed seeing her at their
favorite cafe, “The Bullfrog”, which served the very best coffee
she had ever tasted. It was a place for young people, but she loved to go there.
Yes, back to the good life as it used to be and
no more silly stuff about
that black woman and her
annoying way of grinning at
all times!
(As if she had anything
to grin about!!!)
However,
Abby had some slight misgivings about phoning her sister, as she
sensed that she wasn’t too happy about being called to the phone these days.
Normally she too loved their phone conversations, but obviously not
right now as all she was thinking about seemed to be that black
woman.
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Silly! Abby thought, and WHY would she keep focusing on her?
After
thinking the matter over once more, she decided to phone her sister,
but first she sent her a second email which also was ignored. That
surprised her, and she waited a little longer before she sent her one
more. Three emails and still no reply??!!!!!! That was alarming and not at all like Vera.
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Strange, she thought, getting a bit nervous that something was amiss
with her kid sister.
Normally
Vera was very fast in answering the phone, so after having written
one more email – making it four in all!!! - and it also was
ignored, she phoned her, although that was not her preference, as she
preferred emails: “I’m DEAF,” she always said, “remember,
DEAF and OLD! You should respect that and
write!”
“Yeah,
yeah, and blind as well as lame and lopsided,” Vera said,
teasing her.
However,
this time there was no room for teasings as Vera seemed totally
fixated on other and, to her, much more urgent subjects.
“Did
you see that guy with the eyeliner and the Indian wife? Earlier on, he has said something awful and
very, very distasteful about a couch. Really disgusting! I do hope
you’ve voted to keep those guys out!”
Abby,
who was proud of having voted early to “help that poor President
who was abused by everybody”, had no idea what she was talking
about. That’s why she just repeated her question: “Did Ms Zenia
win that million or didn’t she, and what about Princess Bettinia?”
“Why
are you always talking about some silly television show?” Vera
yelled, exasperated. “Don’t you understand that there is much
more at stake at this very moment? Just think of what is going to
happen with that 2025-project.”
“Oh
that? It will blow over. That kind of things always does, don’t
worry about something that silly. It’s just for publicity to make
us realize that the Pres is thinking of our best.”
As
was to be expected that comment was the set-off to one of their more
and more heated debates about topics that weren’t of any genuine
interest to Abby, but which she felt obliged to discuss because that
was what her sister wanted.
“Why
do you always talk of that kind of things?” she said, quite
annoyed. “The Pres will make it right again when he is seated.”
“”Seated”
where??!!!” Vera yelled, in a very angry voice. “Is he being arrested and going to
court, at long last getting the chair for all his crimes?”
Abby
got all that angry at such a disrespectful comment about the
President that she slammed the receiver of her old, beloved rotary dial phone down
on the table.
A
few moments later her cell phone – which she hated!!! – rang.
Believing
that it was Vera out to apologize she did answer it, but was
surprised to hear a foreign voice, which she didn’t recognize,
talking about the election and that black woman. Only because of her
upbringing stressing the importance of always being polite to
everyone she didn’t slam that phone down too.
“Who
is this?” she asked.
“My
name is Ahmed Zanzibar, “We want to give you the opportunity of
supporting the just cause of ….”
Before
he got to finish the sentence, she filled in: “…. Oh, yes,
something has to be done about that black woman ….”
“Eh’,”
he said, a bit confused, but not for long as he soon regained his
composure. “Well, yes, she is ….”
“….
in need of ….”
She
once more filled in. “All that laughing and not being nice to the
Pres, it’s absolutely intolerable!!!”
“Well,
yes, eh’ ….” he said. “But – as you may know – fighting
something like that ….
is quite expensive, right?”
He hurriedly gave her directions for “supporting the
good cause”, and she felt triumphant to be able to do something for
the just fight of Mr. - or was it Dr Zanzibar??? - against
President-hating scums of the election like that black, grinning woman. A
few hours later she had forgotten all about this incident as the
lovely and stylish Ms Zenia did win the million from the mannish Ms Margareth.
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Wonderful! She thought. That should teach that ugly and grinning
Margareth-creature a lesson!!!!
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