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C Doug Wakefield Sydney 2001
Doug Wakefield PO Box 214 Lane Cove NSW 1595
As an experiment, Alex clicked his ballpoint pen several times and smiled to
himself as Freddys left eyeball moved in rhythm.
Freddy, of course, was well and truly dead. Had died instantly. So fast or
so it seemed to Alex that Freddys nervous system didnt even have time
to close his eyes before it did a Harry Houdini and split the scene for ever.
Thus, two blue orbs glassily gazed from Freddys head.
He had certainly deserved to die. Freddy was not a nice person. In fact he
was often considered a blight on the face of the Earth or at least hisneighbourhood by friend and foe alike. Big, loud and aggressive,
beligerent, self opinionated, and above all: violent. Freddy had strutted his
domain with impunity almost from the day he left school. His school mates
(not so much mates as school-children forced to share common premises)
had already granted Freddy the divine right to whatever he wanted whenever
he wanted and wherever he wanted. They feared the loss of life or limb (or
severe bruising or breaking at best!) should they not deliver whatever it was
Freddy desired and they inevitably owned.
It seemed a natural course in the grand scheme of things that as Freddy
expanded with age and size so would his tastes. From sweets and cakes and
fun rides and power to girls and bikes and sports and power power to bigger
girls and bigger bikes and cars and bigger sports and power power power
Though education played no real part in Freddys view of life, it did have
one slightly unfortunate impact on the lives of those around him: Freddy
gathered a little understanding of the emotion, Respect. He understood that
this should accompany Power Be one of its accoutrements. He had
picked up the notion that Respect came with the commodity, and sincePower was easily recognised as Freddys domain, then all those around him
should display Respect in terms just as easily.
RESPECT! hed shout. Thas wha I wan from youse! RESPECT! And
hed thump and head-butt and kick whatever or whomever he thought should
direct that wonderful emotion toward him. Freddys limited capacity to
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comprehend the finer points of respect never allowed him to understand it
had to be earned and could never be demanded, but a small part of him did
know respect real respect was never given him. Oh, sure everyone
played out the game of respect, but he always knew it was not there and
that irked him. Especially when he recognised the real respect people had for
Alex.
Apart from the fact of Alex being a white, Anglo-Saxon, heterosexual male
that was where any similarity ended. Alex was well-read, caring and
sharing. As you have no doubt surmised, Freddy had none of these qualities
in his resume of life. Alex stood 170cm tall (in his shoes) to Freddys 185
cm (in his bare feet). Alex weighed in at 55 kg (clothed) to Freddys 220 kg
(unclothed). 84cm chest (breath inhaled) to 125cm chest (exhaled) the list
could go on and on (at this point in time, we could also add alive vs. dead,
but well come to that in a minute or so)
Tonight, Freddy had barged into the bar where a group was sharing readings
from poets known and unknown, writers happening and has-been, and
especially word-smiths of all callings wannabe. It was, as a matter of fact,
Alex who held the floor discussing, with a touch of modest pride, a recently
published work.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUSE ALL UP TO, THEN? BELLOWED
FREDDY bellowed
Freddy in his usual manner. WHOS GONNA BUY ME A
BEER? HURRY IT ALONG, WONTCHA?
Even now, Alex cant recall what had given him the ramrod back and
squared shoulders skinny as they were and courage to keep reading.
HEY! YOU LOT! DINT CHA HEAR ME? ILL HAVE THE FUCKEN
LOT OYOUSE CUNTS IF YOU DON LISSEN UP!
BEER!
NOW!!!
Spittle flew from Freddys mouth (he had a quick temper, ready to flare at a
moments notice but, again, you already knew that).
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Still Alex kept reading, and the most Freddy managed to elicit from the
crowd was the right to occupy the space he inhabited.
Freddy stared at Alex. Alex kept reading.
RIGHTO MATE ILL FUCKEN WELL AVE YOU AND ANY
OTHER CUNTS WOT WANT SOME DISCIPLINE COME ON
THEN FREDDY Freddy frothed. He pushed
forward to the make-shift stage beside the fireplace and took up a fire poker.
Above the heads of the crowd the poker whooshed like a sabre as Freddy
waved it back and forth. With his free hand he reached out to take Alex by
the throat.
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It was as if, so Alex said, As if you were suddenly confronted by somewild animal. A dangerous animal you well knew existed but did not expect
to meet just now When I looked at Freddy coming at me with that poker
and that red hot rage in his eyes, I think my body took over. I suppose the
only thing Ive ever really clung to is my pen. It was in my hand already
and the upward thrust
Its a stainless steel Papermate ballpoint, you know given me by my
late brother a long time agoGeez... who would have thought? Funny
how it still clicks in and out like it does, isnt it? Look you can see his eye
move in out in out
I guess the pen really is mightier than the sword
FINIS