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Don't feel sorry for me. I don't. The world is a funny place. You plan how your life is supposed to turn out, but good old fate is around the corner. It's cruel sense of humor & it's bag of sticks ready to beat you to the ground. I built my life around the dream. The house, my love & me living out our days, together. She holds my heart, but her's is no longer in this world.

Save your pity for someone that has something to live for. You may have a miserable life but at least you have a life. Perhaps you also have someone to share it with. I have neither. What's the point?

My darling. Why? You didn't do anything wrong! Why! They just took you away, but they left me. They left me bleeding & heart broken on that sidewalk. I could feel the hatered in their eyes.

This is how I want it. All I have ever known & loved has been taken from me. We were just two women that wanted to share our lives with each other. Leave me be to follow my heart.


Violaquin

The horror of it all. To think I used to be that successful business man. I lived in a decent neighborhood. Had my car & my wife, who left me & took what little money I had left with her. My "friends" deserted me, calling me a crook. Ha! What a load. A bunch of miserable people too limited by their skills to do what I've done.

I mean, look at me for Christ sake! I've been reduced to a life of mediacrocy. The clothes, the shoes, that roach festering hole. It's all wrong!

These people. They think their better than me, don't they? I was once worth over six billion dollars. Huh. What have these commoners done? Nothing. Bodies to do the menial work that people like me cannot be bothered with. Not everyone can do what I do, or did rather.

The cercumstance aside, I know who I am. They took my money & my way of life but I know who I am. I will always know & those people know, too. Everyone knows who I am. How could they not? I'll show them, just wait & see. I'll show them all. I'm going to march right in there & take back my money. I'm going to take back my life!


Violaquin

Do you see that man? The one sitting beside that building, with the dog, there. This is a broken person. A lonely person made to feel out of place amongst the vast monoliths of a city he kept safe. There he sits in his tattered jacket with symbols who's meaning are known now only to the man that it wears. All of his worldly possessions fill a rusty shopping cart. A scroungy golden retriever with an infected right eye, which he only calls "Uncle", remains a loyal friend & guardian. This man's name is Fredrick, & a proud man once was Fredrick.

Fredrick has a few changes of clothes but always wears the same faded jacket. In the times of his youth this jacket once read "Wing Comander" across the back. The sleeves were adorned with colorful badges & banners, which have been lost over time. He & a man he reffered to as "Uncle" served in the 41st Airborne for six years, until that one day. An engine failure in Uncle's jet sent him plunging into the depths of the Atlantic. His body was never recovered. Fredrick slowly lost his grip on reality & was eventually dishonorably dicharged for operating a US Airforce fighter jet without clearance.

Left to his own devices he found the escape of hulucinagins. They let him forget the pain, remember the good times. He can remember Huxley, Winston, Scrubby Jeff & all the great cheer he shared with Uncle. He sees the ocean, smells the breeze, feels the engine sing him into the air. All of it, flying & honor & duty &...it all ends. The rug is pulled out from under him again & again. He wakes only to feel the cold, merciless concrete beneath him & to see the metroplis which has become a prison to him. The dog that has adopted him lifts his head at his companion's waking & goes himself to sleep. He pushes the memories aside & waits for sleep to return.

The day will come when Fredrick does not wake from the feverish dreams of his past self. The dog with no name, that he calls "Uncle" will cry for his lost charge & will seek someone to console him. In the end Fredrick will be, for all the world to see human trash on the street.


Violaquin