"Choices" from "The Woman Who Killed Her Guardian Angel"

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This short story, "Choices" is from the unpublished collection of short stories on Amazon-KDP, ”The Woman Who Killed Her Guardian Angel”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! 

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Wonderful! She thought. That should teach that ugly and grinning Margareth-creature a lesson!!!!

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