I
could be watching TV. Well Tv is what he heard these last six weeks. A break
from the rattle tattle of the office printer he was used to night and day. too
warm to move, cosy and wrapped, fed continuously, room was getting tighter,
Pushy was getting anxious. Due to make his first official appearance onto the
world stage, he’d been holding off this last week, on account of the weather
forecast. Cold and icy for the next three weeks announced the weather
forecaster a week earlier, just as pushy was ready to make his big entrance.
Pushy decided to remain a tummy baby, yet to be born, but like all great
actors, waited for the right moment to enter the fray. She’s eating burgers
again, washed down with orange juice, pushy liked orange juice, burped inside
her tummy, forcing him to shake a leg.
“I
can feel him moving” smiled mary. Other friends laughed loudly. Pushy wiggled
around trying to get his ear into position. What are they saying, I’m not even
born yet and they are making plans for me. Did they ever hear about free will.
Like
sliding about, be a baby inside a tummy. Pushy was rolling around in his
mother’s tummy. She was on her feet again. She’s eating again, what this time,
wondered pushy. Smelled okay, he wondered if it was a Chinese, hopefully not.
Beef, fresh irish beef, yummy smiled pushy who was being fed through his
mother. The rich smell of Tipperary Europe to cook with, to grow with,
the outcome is usually wholesome, and good for pushy who could only think of
himself.
Do
they all speak with that accent wondered pushy, the theme tune to a familiar
soap opera waking him up after a short nap. They didn’t speak like mammy
figured pushy trying to work out the plot line, moving himself around, trying
to get his best ear to the action. The doorbell rang. Shit sighed pushy, he’d
never know if they had the affair. New shit tomorrow.
“any
news yet” asked Jennifer, a friend of mammy’s.
“if
it doesn’t move soon I don’t know what I’ll do” replied mammy, back on the
couch.
This
is really bugging me, they are pushing me too far. I’ll surprise them.
More
food, spicy shit, this is unbelievable fumed pushy trying to move around his
tummy room. Makes you fart, burst even. Dirty tricks department, they are
trying to move me. Wait till I get out of here, just you wait. She stopped
eating, god that was close. The door closed. It was time for bed. The bump the
bump, four more bumps and we’d be on the bed. He liked the way mammy massaged him
while they were in bed lying down. He could swim up and down across and for as
long as he wanted, unimpeded too. she’s getting fast sighed pushy, not
realising that is was he who was growing fastest. I used to be able to stretch,
not so much now.
Soft
music put him in a trance. She played him frank Sinatra in bed. Good taste, a
real smoocher, our frank Nuts, I don’t believe it, not even normal nuts, spicy
nuts. She’s trying to do my head in sighed pushy kicking out in disgust. Mary
smiled, patted her tummy. Who loves you she said. Pushy listened with rage, how
could she eat spicy so late at night. Down there, he often wondered what was
down there, never went down there, felt safer up here. He could rest up here,
down there and he’d nothing to hold onto. His foot slipped all of a sudden, got
caught on a ledge. Pushy held on for dear life. Twisted around, head first, if
I go down there I’ll never come back, I’ll lose my comfort zone. Where’s the
water gone. Mammy was on her feet. I hear her on the fone. I’m stuck, I’m
stuck. Jennifer is at the door. Mammy mammy, it’s an earthquake shouts pushy,
does anyone ever listen. What am I supposed to do. Stuck in the black hole, I’m
dead I’m dead, ah, ah, I see light, light, god I’m alive, I’m alive, ah mammy,
mammy screams pushy, tears in his eyes, tears in her eyes as well.
Lights
everywhere, the place smells horrible, voices I never heard all around me, I’m
not putting up with this. Pushy cleared his throat and screamed for all his
worth. A minute later he was lying with mammy. She’s my mother smiled pushy.
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