HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK (FICTION)
Sue's Artworks
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The Mouse ran up her sock
The Clock struck Eight,
For Mary’s hate
Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
The Sisters never had been close, even when they were little, all they ever
seemed to do
was fight. Charlotte and Mary were as different as Day and Night.
Charlotte who hated to be called Charlie, and only tolerated it when her
husband panted it
out to her, through the course of Lovemaking, Was the more successful of the
two
women. She was the one with the fancy house complete with picket fence, the
successful
career as one of the towns most noteworthy solicitors, the two point four,
brighter than
average children, and the designer suits. Not to mention of course the
suave, ruggedly
handsome, very clean and athletic, upwardly mobile husband.
Mary however was the one with the fire and ice, she was creative
unfettered and above
all else free. She had the talent to be a very impressive Artist, but none
of the hunger to
make it work. She travelled the world, smoking pot, living the hippie life
and making her
living by doing pavement drawings, and cheap pencil portraits.
Both women were dark and good looking, though each in a very different
way.
Charlotte was elegant with her sharp clothes, and Sassoon hair. Mary was
slender with
wild tousled black hair and the look of a Gypsy, She liked to be barefoot,
and wore loose
fitting Indian cotton of brilliant colour.The two girls complete clichés in
their own way.
Charlotte was calm and serene, believing in talking calmly and rationally,
in a
condescending self righteous manner. Mary was free with her speech
unpredictable of
temperament, and once crossed made an adversary that would make Attilla the
Hun
squirm.
Mary had landed into town three months earlier ...down on her luck, with
nowhere to
stay and nursing an, if not broken, then badly bruised Heart, due to the
complete and utter
annihilation of yet another free love hippie affair.
Charlotte had been against taking her in, but Mary had done the desperate
waif act, and
turned her large Doe like, tear filled eyes to Geoff, and he as expected had
become a
compliant mushball under her expert manipulation. Mary had smirked slyly as
she listened
to the harsh sibilant whispers seeping through from the Kitchen where they
had retired to
discuss the situation. “The first incision has been made” she had thought
pleased with
herself.
From that day on, life had been strained in the Granger household. Geoff
taught Mary to
play Backgammon, and they would sit for hours of an evening in companionable
warfare.
Charlotte was excluded. Mary did Geoff’s portrait in Oil on expensive
Canvas, all
materials supplied by the Granger joint account. Charlotte was excluded.
Mary took up
Jogging, and joined Geoff on his morning runs. Charlotte was excluded.
Then today Charlotte had come home to see a neatly packed Suitcase, and a
tatty old
Holdall, they were leaving ....Charlotte was excluded.
The Children were still at school, and an almighty row broke out. Geoff
who had
always been weak and a coward, had stormed out of the house, leaving the
sisters to fight
it out.
“Why, Mary Why??? .....Why are you doing this to me?. Why are you taking
my
Husband, Do you love him”
Mary threw back her curly hair and laughed, a cruel, hard empty laugh. “You
think I could
possibly want HIM” she spat “Darling he’s not even good in bed ....Your bed
by the way”
The retort stung like a slap in the face. “Then why Mary?, I don’t
understand”
Mary walked round the Lounge picking up and putting down the various
expensive
ornaments, trailing her finger across the Antique Ormolu Chest, mocking her
sister with
her obvious distaste and disapproval of the trappings of upper class living.
Her voice was
heavy with sarcasm and loathing as after what seemed like an age she replied
“ Because
Sister ..Dear Sister, I have bided my time for years ..... waited, and
watched, until you had
so many lovely things to loose ..and such a lovely husband too” She smirked
with derision
....”I’ve waited until the perfect time to distroy ...you”
Charlotte recoiled from the venom in her sisters voice, and the hatred in
her cold gaze “
Mary ...What have I EVER done to you?, Please tell me what have I done that
could
make you hate me so much”
Mary’s eyes burned with intensity, and the callous mockery was replaced by
an
unconcealed seething white hot anger “You know what you did to me, you
spiteful bitch.
well I have stored my spite for twenty five long Years ..and now it’s
payback time my
Rich Bitch sister. You were so jealous of me when David Preston, asked me to
go to the
Village dance with him, you remained jealous for the entire month I was
seeing him. You
HAD to have him for yourself didn’t you”
Charlotte couldn’t believe what she was hearing “Mary ....we were TWELVE
years old,
how can you possibly equate that silly childish prank, with sealing ten
years of Marriage
from me this is insane ...... I am truly sorry, I put the Mouse down your
back, in the
Playroom ,...... I’m truly sorry you wet yourself with fear ......I’m truly
sorry I took your
little friend But for Christ sake Mary it was Twenty Five years ago”
Charlotte was still trying to reason with Mary, when she calmly picked up
her
holdall...and went to meet Geoff, who was waiting in the Car.
Mary smiled in triumph as the car pulled away ...revenge was beginning to
smell sweet,
but this was only the beginning, of her sisters torment .....Mary thought of
the carving
Knife in her holdall, the one with Charlottes fingerprints on it. She smiled
sweetly at
Geoff, and touched his neck lightly ...just about where she’d make the first
incision. As the
Car gathered speed Mary, softly chanted ...Hickory Dickory Dock.
Kim
Kim
*****
>Subject: HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK (FICTION)
>From: "Sue's Artworks" sooz...@virgin.net
>Date: Thu, 09 September 1999 04:03 PM EDT
>Message-id: <7r93oi$8gq$2...@nclient13-gui.server.virgin.net>
Kim
Porch Dreamer
Exalted Keeper of the Fly Swatter
(remove NOSPAM to reply)
katie
--
katie
Keeper of the Pepto
Porch Wonder Woman
--------------------------------
We have loved the stars to fondly
to be fearful of the night.
-----------------------------------------------------
Kim wrote in message <19990909174803...@ng-cp1.aol.com>...
>Wicked, Sooz! <eg>
>Kim
>*****
>>Subject: HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK (FICTION)
>>From: "Sue's Artworks" sooz...@virgin.net
>>Date: Thu, 09 September 1999 04:03 PM EDT
>>Message-id: <7r93oi$8gq$2...@nclient13-gui.server.virgin.net>
>>
>>HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
>>
>>Hickory Dickory Dock,
>>The Mouse ran up her sock
>>The Clock struck Eight,
>>For Mary’s hate
>>Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
>>
>respectfully snipped<
Sue's Artworks
Uriel
On Thu, 9 Sep 1999 21:03:06 +0100, "Sue's Artworks"
<sooz...@virgin.net> wrote:
>HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
>
>Hickory Dickory Dock,
>The Mouse ran up her sock
>The Clock struck Eight,
>For Mary’s hate
>Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
Uriel... The Dark Angel
official porch N'er Do Well
and Keeper of the Webring
and Owner of the Bionic Tongue
http://www.mindspring.com/~uriel443
All I want is a warm bed, a kind word, and unlimited power.
Sue's Artworks
Sooz.
Uriel wrote in message ...
>Nasty bit of business, that... but excellent story.
>
>On Thu, 9 Sep 1999 21:03:06 +0100, "Sue's Artworks"
><sooz...@virgin.net> wrote:
>
>>HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
>>
>>Hickory Dickory Dock,
>>The Mouse ran up her sock
>>The Clock struck Eight,
>>For Mary’s hate
>>Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
>
Uriel
On Sat, 11 Sep 1999 10:08:41 +0100, "Sue's Artworks"
<sooz...@virgin.net> wrote:
>Thanks .. your'e not half bad yourself!!!!
>Sooz.
>
>Uriel wrote in message ...
>>Nasty bit of business, that... but excellent story.
>>
>>On Thu, 9 Sep 1999 21:03:06 +0100, "Sue's Artworks"
>><sooz...@virgin.net> wrote:
>>
>>>HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
>>>
>>>Hickory Dickory Dock,
>>>The Mouse ran up her sock
>>>The Clock struck Eight,
>>>For Maryâ??s hate
Sue's Artworks
katie wrote in message ...
>Ahhh, That was pretty raw. Wicked indeed.
>
>--
>
>katie
>Keeper of the Pepto
>Porch Wonder Woman
>--------------------------------
>We have loved the stars to fondly
>to be fearful of the night.
>-----------------------------------------------------
>>Kim
>>*****
>>>Subject: HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK (FICTION)
>>>From: "Sue's Artworks" sooz...@virgin.net
>>>Date: Thu, 09 September 1999 04:03 PM EDT
>>>Message-id: <7r93oi$8gq$2...@nclient13-gui.server.virgin.net>
>>>
>>>HICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
>>>
>>>Hickory Dickory Dock,
>>>The Mouse ran up her sock
>>>The Clock struck Eight,
>>>For Mary’s hate
>>>Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
>>>
>
>