Io esisto se me lo ricordano gli altri
Quando ho chiesto al dottore del perché quando uscissi e mi relazionassi agli “altri” in realtà poi stavo bene, sebbene fino a poco prima piangessi disperata contemplando il suicidio, lui con…
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The Haberdashery
The butcher is in the basement.
The haberdashery is on the ground floor.
A middle-age man is a butcher.
An old grumpy woman is arranging the shop upstairs.
They are sharing the space in the same shop. Time is not defined. Time is an old friend.
As I said they’re sharing the shop.
The meat is getting delivered twice a week. Wednesday and Friday.
The meat is getting through the haberdashery.
The old woman and the middle age man they don’t get along each other.
They’re having constant fights.
The blood of the meat is leaking on the floor, not just the blood but something undefinable was dripping on the clothes, curtains and on the fabrics in the haberdashery. Every now and again that the woman saw the drips, she was yelling at him.
“ I don’t think I need to think of something, it’s already happening “ Says the butcher in a eerie way.
“ I Don’t understand what you sayin’ ’’ replied the woman puzzled by his silly convictions.
There was no other doors to get to the basement, if not the front door of the shop.
Up and down you were seeing different dynamics. Like in a doll house. Seeing what’s happening between the different rooms. Walls weren’t existing. Things were transparent, and pretty much clear in front of you.
Your medical gaze could reach the point of your interest.
However, the seller’s had different time schedule.
One Day she had a bad thought about him.
One Day he had a bad thought about her.
Their bad thoughts changed the way they were dealing with things.
They stopped thinking about the benefit of sharing the space.
They possibly wanted to run their own shops without other businesses involved in the same walls.
One night the woman was sewing clothes for an important ceremony. Because the deadline was pretty tight, she was working late nights. One night it came the full moon in Stoke Newington.
The Butcher was drunk in the basement.
The woman upstairs was sewing.
The Butcher decided to go upstairs to start talking to the woman. The Loneliness between those two was at the highest point. They didn’t have any families around, no even friends. They were just what they were seeing every day in the haberdashery. For this reasons, you were find them speaking out loud to their tools and objects of Labour.
You could see this in their disillusioned facial expressions.
Butcher came upstairs.
He offered her a bottle of a red Argentinian wine.
She didn’t accept the invitation.
He got uncomfortable for her reaction.
He started singing out loud around the shop.
He started touching fabrics using scary and creepy manners. Weird sort of siblings as he was passing by.
The woman noticed his clumsy walk and got scared and she claimed that he was becoming violent.
However, all of a sudden she changed her mind.
She started to drink with him.
Getting friendly.
Possibly generous, getting another bottle from his cardboard.
After a while they both got drunk.
He puts on some music, some sort of Latin music, sort of Tango, very undefinable.
He took off some clothes from the rail and he went to the basement.
There was an entire fresh cow waiting for him hung up on the rail.
Yet entire.
He chose to dress him up, added some features, such as earrings, rings, neck lace, bracelet, pouches, torques and flickies.
Then he started flirt with the cow.
He picked up upstairs other stuff to put on the dead animal.
(Five minutes later)
The animal didn’t look the same.
He putted the music louder and decided to unlock the cow from the hungers and grabbed him on his body. He started to dance with him. Talking madly out of loud. The woman heard the noise. She actually noticed that he robbed some clothes and went down.
She rarely used to go down to the basement. She used to scream on him from the stairs, tell him
”Hey there’s a delivery for you up here!!! ”
Deliveries were heavy and not very smooth.
They were carrying big dead animals through the shop, bringing them down in the basement.
People from the countryside were dealing with him.
So, she went down and got completely shocked by what she saw it.
He was embracing the cow acting on him like one of the most attractive girls.
He was moving her on a tango rhythm.
His eyes were pure fire.
Pure Madness.
He saw her from the stairs and he invites her to join the dance.
She obviously refused the invitation.
He went on her and started to blackmail shouting
“ you should join us, boring woman, you should prepare a dress for my nice lady” He said to her getting close to her ear.
“Ok, ok”
She replied, pretty scared.
“I’ll see what I can do to your weird partner”
And add sayin’
“ I will sew a dress for your lady.”
And she runaway almost stepping on her foot,
The day after, things came back to normality.
He seemed pretty normal too, sober and a very quiet.
He wasn’t remembering anything from the previous night.
She, of course, was terrified and still remembering everything that happened on that night. Her vision was pretty clear in front of her eyes.
He came back to the shop with a replica of a famous Picasso’s painting.
The 11 lithographs of the bull.
As he was a massive fan of Picasso.
He showed her proudly, the painting.
And then he went down and he attached in front of his workspace the painting.
The bull on the butcher’s basement.
For a few days, things were going well between the two businesses.
She was actually, silently working on the dress of the lady’s butcher.
Both of them they were having good incomes from the recent increase of the population in the area.
But a few months later something surreal happened again.
And it was full moon.
And was friday evening after the last delivery of the week. And was friday, like the other Friday.
And they were both drinking in the evening when the shop was closed.
1 am in the morning.
They drunk again.
The men got crazy.
Moon was full high in the sky. The breeze of the trees it was strong. Sky was pretty clear and cold.
It’s always cold where the clouds are not passing by. Men completely crazy intimidating the woman says ”Where is the lid to cover this pot?
Where is my dress?”
And she said pretty sure but tipsy
“ I have it. It’s ready”
He started to smile and giggling under his taches.
“ yeah, yeah, show me then”
“Show me”
He repeated.
She went to the cardboard.
Open the door.
Lift up some stuff.
And a sparkling beam of light came out.
“The dress for your Cow’s Lady is here“
“ Fantastic!”
He respond and said
“Let’s go down to my workshop”
They went down.
They brought needles, thread and the dress.
And the butcher placed the cow on a counter.
The woman starts acting on the still animal.
“Wait” he said.
“ Let me put her upright”
She placed the dress and he started to grab her with their big wild arms. He was a manic, a hunter, a wolf a phantom…
…some dust lift up from the shelves and was circling around them. The Wind came in from the window.
The room was having a tornado of energy.
“Put some some music please. We want to dance now”
“Ok”.
She said.
After finishing the song they stopped dancing.
He ripped off the dress of the cow in a violent gesture. He said
“ I got an idea for the last game”
“Please sew me inside the animal. Please sew me inside my cow Lady”
“Whaaaaat? What did you say?”
She went mad at the idea.
But she obeyed.
He grabbed a knife and did a big cut on the belly of the animal. Then he said
“Come on, help me, help me remove the guts” They both remove the guts from the cow. Once finished they made all the space inside. He said
“ Now, I want to get in” “What?”
She said pretty shocked. “Yes, you ear right!!!” Mad he says
“Let me get in!!!!
Sew me inside her.”
The woman started to sew him once the man was inside the animal. He had just one look at the painting of Picasso
before disappearing inside the dark bowels of the cow.
15 mins later.
She stared at the animal completely absent minded.
A noise came from the cow.
He started to pushed from inside. Start punching the animal. “Please, let me out let me out let me out!!!!”
“ I finished my job”
She said pretty cynical.
But yet shocked, went upstairs with the knife full of blood.
She saw the moon and she launched a “big shout at the moon”
And after that she cut her throat.
p.b.
End.
Gion S
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