The Pure Life of Dreams

July 30, 2025July 30, 2025

Pirates at the Limits of Our Imagination

It was a corporate wide event. And I had arrived by smuggling myself on board one of the pirate boats. My old department was small, so there were few people on the boat and how I got off, I don’t recall, but I remember that we were attacked before we docked. A pile of children came at us with bows and arrows because the island was occupied mostly by children with only a few adults to tame them.

July 15, 2025August 29, 2025

The Great Kissers

I half closed my eyes and a beautiful blonde woman who sat next to me on a rock wall by the beach reached over and gave me a delicate kiss. She had long wavy hair. Her lips parted slightly and I felt her tongue protrude to find mine.

I thought of her as a great kisser although she was slightly drunk from the event earlier.

May 6, 2025May 13, 2025

Her Mouth Contorted With Rage

It started when Siobhan became annoyed with my attempts to help her on her computer.

She gritted her teeth in an ugly way that I had not seen before, her mouth contorted in a rectangle and her cheeks sinewed with anger, and she spat at me that she didn’t want my help. I was taken aback by her fierce expression and it made think to stop so I left and mumbled something loud enough for her to hear that she was being rude.

I left the house, and as I was leaving she suggested I go to the zoo.

The zoo was in Wimbledon but I went anyway and, as a peace offering, I thought to bring back pizza after my visit.

I was sitting on the train headed for the zoo when I realised how far I was from home; and it became clear that any pizza I would pick up at the zoo would be cold by the time I brought back the pies.

Upon my arrival at the zoo, I stood in the entrance hall. Through the doorway I could see the animals playing. I asked the door keeper if I could just order pizza now instead of going in.

‘It’s not usual,’ he said. But then he said it was ok and I called Siobhan to say that I would bring back pizza but it would take forty-five minutes to get back after it was delivered to the zoo.

‘Perhaps it’s better I pick it up in Ealing.’ I offered. ‘That way it won’t be cold.’

She got annoyed at my remark and snapped at me not to bother so I left the zoo without ordering pizza. I walked along a pavement alongside of the road that led away from the zoo then I turned left onto another street where there lay a large open green space on the opposite side of the road.

I passed by a woman in a white fur coat sitting on a bench.

The sun was already setting.

The woman’s coat looked like it came from a thrift shop. The woman had long black hair that was a bit natty and she seemed upset. I sat down on the bench next to her. For some reason I thought she was Russian. The woman lay her head on my shoulder and I asked her what was the matter. Then she turned to me and we kissed softly although she was much younger than me, being perhaps in her twenties.

Then two Indian men came by and started to argue with the woman. They were about her age, shorter than me and a little stinky. They wore shades. They told the woman to come with them and she stood up to leave.

As the woman walked away I saw that she left some keys on the bench. I got up to hand them to her just as she was leaving although it occurred to me that she’d left them intentionally. But the woman span round as she walked away and indicated that there was a phone there too. So I sat back down on the bench, and sure enough, tucked behind a white seat cushion was a pink older model smartphone.

I started typing on the phone and the keys did not work well but still I got the words out that she would be ok. I don’t know why I wrote that. After I’d finished typing the two Indian men came back, and this time they had a third man with them, the same age as them.

They saw me with the phone. One of them snagged the white cable attached to the phone and tried to pull it away from me. At first I held on but then I figured I didn’t need the cable so I let it go and the cable came loose from the phone.

I followed the men to a house where I figured I could take them on, for all three of them looked stocky and unfit.

They stood together in a dark hall that led to a wooden barn and despite the darkness of the hallway the first two still wore their shades. Only the third man did not wear shades because he wore regular glasses.

The three of them crowded around me so I tried to push the the third man’s glasses off his head. Even though they were close they still did not seem threatening so I swiped again at the man with the glasses. And with each attempt to knock the glasses off his head he ducked just enough that I would miss. So I tried again, this time aiming to get two of the men with one swipe.

Then I tried again. Then I tried again.

Photo by Isabelle Carin via Pexels.

August 1, 2024August 17, 2024

Faint Smell of Cigarette Smoke

There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke. Had she started smoking again? As if to confirm it, the red embers of a cigarette stub lay on the carpet by the skirting of the wall.

The maple side table had been pushed out as if Siobhan was in a hurry. And sure enough she had beaten past me – her shadow took me by surprise when she opened the mud room door and headed to the car.

I tried to ask her about the smoke; and tell her that she needed to be back in time for me to take the bikes to the repair shop – but she’d already slammed the door before I’d started the sentence.

Photo from PickPik.

July 25, 2024September 14, 2025

Sexual Assault by Highway Robber

I was in a marketplace in England, a huge wooden covered structure which sold vegetables and fruit. I was trying to get out but somehow I was stuck behind a chain link fence that surrounded the perimeter of the marketplace. Ivy covered the chain links and made it slippery and hard to climb.

As I climbed, I saw police cars with Baltimore markings screech to a stop across the road. The road was on the other side of the fence. Detectives got out from their cars and stood next to them. They were looking for something or someone, I wasn’t sure.

I climbed it the fence a couple more steps and saw a gap in the ivy, although it was small, no larger than my head. I could not easily see my way out through it but perhaps it marked a way to get out that I hadn’t quite worked out.

It was then that I saw the woman who ran the market, a bossy square boned fleshy woman with blonde hair and white lacy blouse.

I watched the woman through the gap in the ivy, but what happened next was the shocking part and I couldn’t tell if what followed was for real…

On the other side of the fence, towards the perimeter of the market and in front of a display of oranges, a man with a black cape and a highway robber’s mask, his back facing me, pushed the manager down onto the stone floor.

~~She lay with her legs closest, her head closer to the oranges.~~

With his right hand the robber aimed a long green garden hose at her and sprayed her with water by pressing his thumb to the hole, until her jeans turned dark blue and her blouse became wet through.

The woman screamed and fought, and rolled side to side, to avoid the force of the water.

The robber leant over her as she lay face up and flat on the ground, and with his left hand he yanked at her blouse, pulled it up over her head; pulled it so that blouse, undershirt, even her bra came off in one go, and she was naked from the waist up.

Her breasts, flat against her chest, jiggled with the force of the water hose.

Then the robber tugged at her soaked jeans.

The jeans stuck to her tapered legs and they were difficult to remove, but finally, with both hands, he was able to force down her jeans and panties so that she was now fully naked but for her pink plastic sandals.

The robber then unbuckled the sandals, slid them off her dainty feet and in one aggressive twist he pushed together hands and bare feet above her belly and he bound her limbs, tied them together using the buckles from the sandals.

I pushed aside the ivy to make the hole bigger, and squinted to see past the robber, to see better what was going on.

The naked woman was tightly bound in a ball. Loudly she squealed, even though, from my vantage point, her head was out of view behind her bindings…

In my hand was a DVD and the cover of the DVD showed the masked highway robber and the blonde woman bound up the same way, with her sandals.

The highway robber was facing the camera and her flighty brown locks flowed over her shoulders, for she was a woman after all, not a man.

The robber’s mask covered her eyes but not her eyebrows, and whimsically she curved and flicked her thick dark brows up and down several times to suggest that the whole thing was a prank, that the scene was a set up. A set up that the woman who ran the marketplace had staged for her, for their sexual pleasure.

Photo by McKay Savage via Flickr. But oranges are not the only fruit?