About me what of me?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  No Houses
About a women telling her old tale with a bit humor

Submitted: March 14, 2016

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About me what of me?

My name does it matter right now; I suppose what you want to hear is more intriguing, now carry on. What?  You came here just to write a story about me, well I know I am a vey democratic yet I admit gullible person, also maybe famous of the time when I did theater in old Texas but you might be very desperate for a story while asking a woman in her late sixty’s to tell you about her life. Now go away I am a very busy person leave me alone with my tequila, oh thank God he’s gone I was about to lose a nerve. Oh no your back, boy I must tell you if u do not leave I will telephone the men in uniform right now. What did you say the head of the Bobbies is your uncle; well you do have his eyes. But do not think that will justify or intimidate me into telling you about my life. Oh my goodness stop begging even though it is quite entertaining, well you said it was your job on the line so I’ll just tell you a little and just once I am a very demanding and busy person so think of this as your luck and last also only favor from me. Now listen carefully… oh what you are trying to find your pen you know you are very clumsy boy hurry up as I told you I am very busy these days…well which one do you want to listen the time when I ruled theater or when it all began…. Sshhh I know…I’ll tell you both. The sand was flowing out of my life like a sand glass and arched its way to others hearts when I was just 17, oh what a beauty I was and now still don’t you think oh don’t give me an answer I already know what it is. Well continuing theater was a big hit at that time and not because of the story but me….yes Theater did not put me inside their hearts but I put theater into theirs, the scars of when I was young was healed by theater but not fade away. Well the story of my scars is another story, even quite personal so leave it at that or leave with what you have…okay then let us continues. Oh what evenings were they and you have to believe I found my husband there at one of those evenings…oh what you want to know of where is he now well the answer to that is that he is dead…oh don’t be sorry I on the other hand feel relieved he was such a boring person. Well after that the most flabbergasting thing had happened my old friend and new rival for dramatics was before me, well you might think we had that rivalry thought of each other but you may be wrong……. We had a friendly thought along each other…… well know she is gone and went away to another country, I then ruled the theater again…… oh where she is now? I told you she gone to another country because I sent her there, it was just an non harming attempt of cutting her throat and sending her ruins to Switzerland… what don’t be shocked it was quite funny. Hey?! Don’t leave weren’t you here for me…. Wait a minute I m not Mrs. Hardly oh you got the wrong person she is down at the hallway but did not you like my story hey why are you running, well telephone me about when it is published and send me a copy dear….ungrateful little….

Wait Mr. Barkley I am coming sorry it took a little longer for my break I’ll go wash the dishes and when will I get my cheque? , it is hard being a waitress and earning money after this…….what is more to tell.

 


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