Peace and Quiet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Summaries are gay.

Submitted: February 25, 2012

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I've never been quite able to grasp the concept of always bustling and hustling when on a vacation. When you, for instance, go to Paris everyone will be like: Did you remember to visit the Eiffel Tower? What about Louvre? Can't they get it to fit in those thick skulls of theirs how very horrible it is trying to force yourself into overcrowded tourist traps like that? I'd much rather spend my holiday a) at the hotel or b) at nearest bar to the hotel. What happened to relaxation on holiday, any way? Solitude is bliss, after all, I don't see why I should go out there and disturb those merry Frenchmen. It's not like I want to be disturbed either. Especially by my wife bitching about division of property. The best in life is peace and quiet.

Even the greatest among men need their rest. Like Napoleon Bonaparte on that island of his... what was it called again? Saint something... In any case, I'm pretty darn sure he didn't go see any goddamn lighthouses or museums. He just took it a day at a time, swinging in a hammock, until he was no more.

Peace and quiet. It's nice to have the kids out of the way for a change. I could light a cigar... ha! That's what I'll do! And maybe a little bit of wine...

Vacation. I see no point in spending the only short period of free time you have during a year rumbling and stumbling in a colourful, billowing brood of brutes. All you need is peace and quiet, and voilà! Heck, I'm having a vacation as we speak. Hehe... hehe... cough. Wife never did like it when I smoked indoors. Well, but she isn't here to nag about it, is she?

Wife did have her own share of good qualities, though. That mushroom soup she used to make, for one, was delicious as hell. And granted, we did have some fine times together. There could've been more sex, though. Not that the sex was particularily good when we did have it, but still... I remember when we used to drive around the countryside, we used to laugh and seriously get it on in the backseat of my Nissan Cherry. The first one of the kids might've very well been conceived back there. Back then we used to see our friends more too. Sami always knew how to make a joke. I think he died a few years back. Death, now that's something. Peace and quiet. The holiday ever-lasting. Just with no goddamn Louvres lurking around!

I think that's where the fight started. She asked me if I visited Louvre. I do admit it wasn't really necessary to lose my temper, it couldn't have been very right of me to get all worked up and start to throw furniture around. I do admit I was a little rough on her. But what was I to do, the bitch needed to learn her place.

A sweet woman, really. Just doesn't know how to seize the day, that's all. Unlike me. Vacation. Peace and quiet. This wine is pretty good. I don't think I've drunk this for a long, long time. I guess you can't have much time for the simple pleasures of life when you always have to be spending a vacation here and there. The food in the microwave should be done pretty soon.

They have blue eyes, those kids. Unlike me or wife. I wonder if I should stop calling her wife already.

It sure is good to have a moment of real relaxation in between of holidays. Tobacco, wine, a full shelf of good old James Bond movies, peace and quiet. What else could a man want? Well, world peace of course, but let's just start with little things, shall we? They say the little ones are the future. My future is out of the way. Drugs. I've never felt the need to stuff my system with toxins to feel good. I'm quite content with alcohol, really. Preferably in peace and quiet. If only possible.

If you think about it in the bigger picture there really isn't anything wrong with murder. Even the Holy Bible demands us to fill the earth and to be fair, death does accomplish that objective in far superior, if a bit more literal, manner than birth. But still I wonder... no. The die has been cast. There's no use in looking back. And why should I? This moment, here and now, is so pleasant and comfy. Ahead lie but suspense and the great unknown. I'd rather not think about it. The present has much more promise to it.

Oh dear. Out of wine. I guess it's time to get a new bottle from the basement. And that's precisely what I'll do. It's dark here in the basement. But peaceful. And quiet. The cool draught preserves my loved ones. Rocchetto. Saint-Émilion. Oh, how I love you, little ones, I very much fancy to embrace you. You're not too shabby either, my dear wife. Granted, your eye balls do bulge out in a somewhat odious fashion, and your fair skin has just a tad too strong sense of pallor to it, but in the light of the situation you're in, I think we can pardon you at least that much. Niko and Leena sleep tight, perpetually. I feel like stroking their hair but I'm afraid my hands might get dirty. After all, a man must take good care of his personal hygiene. What should I have to drink? Red, yes, red wine it must be. Pinot noir? Brouilly? Now I know. I shall pour a little bit of my wife. Let's take that knife off. That's it. That's the way t flow. Might it still be warm, even? Oh, my...

Mmh. Very fresh and vivid. I guess there's nothing to it, back to the humidor for me.

Peace and quiet. So wonderful. I think I am on the way to finally find myself, an epiphany of some sort is forming inside me. Enlightenment. Indeed, red and blue lights. A horrible racket, though. Reminds me... of a siren... maybe I'm not quite as peaceful and quiet a person as I think I am, if this is what I hear when I find myself. I think I'll just deny myself and put ear plugs on.

Much better. Peace and quiet. Who is that twisting my arm..?


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