All About My Nothings

31 Future Things ‘I’m sorry Fredericka, could you move away a bit?’ he said, hiding his face with his other hand. Did I do something wrong? I pulled away. Volker seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Volker, are you alright? He looked a bit disgusted (Zuben: with himself) and didn’t look me in the eye. ‘Okay, it will settle soon.’ He said with an awkward laugh. (Zuben: Little Volker is trying to eat you or is it get eaten?) He looked somewhat strange. Did he not realise he was not feeling well? Or was he someone who didn’t tell you they were ill? My worry overrode my nervousness. Without thinking I was in front of Volker, touching his cheeks, his forehead and his neck. His face was red, the temperature was high, did he have a fever? ‘F-Fredericka?’ ‘Is something wrong with your body? Do you hurt, you seem feverish, are you feeling dizzy?’ Since he had such a busy work, he mustn’t have had time to rest. I’m sorry if you overworked yourself because of me. ‘No I’...

28 Jealousy Jealousy With that, we were friends, and I was allowed to visit the Palace. The chamberlain came up to get his attention again. Although I took the Palace visit permit at face value, I’m glad that he wasn’t displeased at my request. He eventually left with the chamberlain and the door closed behind them. As soon as the door shut, Mother collapsed back in her settee laughing. ‘Hahaha, like father like daughter…’ she said. (Zuben: I was going to say the same thing) My Mother laughed herself silly, Father sighed as he turned to look at me. ‘You have to study a bit more now. You are in dangerous waters.’ That…? How am I like father?! ♢ When we got home, I received a lot of words from Father, and was told I should reflect. But on what should I reflect? Now I’m lying in bed thinking about it. But my thoughts inevitably turn to General Brennan. I became a bit anxious. General Brennan wanted me to be his wife. He kissed my palm. It had made me embarr...

I am a grumpy old codger and this is a "get off my lawn!" The long answer to those who take issue with my running commentary: There have been so many co-signitaries of late, I forgot about the people who don't like running commentary. I do this for fun. I do it because I love reading and writing. Zubenechamali Zuben El-Genubi makes running commentary. This is me in real life. I make running commentary watching movies, tv shows, reading - if there is no one to hear, I will talk to myself. I make comments within the story because, I would have forgotten by the end. The chapters take me over two to three days. And I want to make comments when something is incredulous, when it's funny, when it's fuckery, when it's sad. I don't have people to share this segment of my life with except you dear readers, so I want to share what I found funny, where I found it funny or all those other things. Not a boring cursory comment at the end, that could very ...

pinterest 25 Jealousy Jealousy Father crossed to the chairs and took a seat next to mother. Marie served him tea. Just then the door, burst open and a tall man with black hair entered. Father and Mother rose from their seats. Father bowed low and mother curtsied low. Marie, who stood at attention in the corner, curtsied as well. Just behind the man was the servant who pushed us into the room. ‘Prince Stephan, you can’t just do this. If you’re going to have an audience you have to call…’ The Prince did not respond to his words but came up to me, menacingly, ‘You!’ he said. I am being scolded. Didn't something similar happen recently? I’m not happy about this. Was this really the Prince? Did someone fill the Prince’s head with those vicious rumours about me? But, I was called because of General Brennan. So, the Prince’s hostility to me…No, it can’t be? General Brennan must be very popular. Wow! (Zuben: Oh Fredericka…) ‘Respectfully, your highness, has ...