Past Lives Part 6

Past Lives is a Meme which features installments from bloggers around the world writing creative stories about past lives, even possibly their own past lives!

Our story starts with a fictional Australian called David. As a last ditch effort trying to resolve his debilitating phobias, he goes through Past Life Regression (PLR) therapy. Join us as we follow David’s experiences through different times and continents.( Our links are listed on the right side of this blog.)

If you are just joining us, please read Part 1 of the story and follow the links at the end of each segment to learn David's progress so far. Please note that you will be traveling to different blogs as each author adds to the evolution of David's journey. (Our links are listed on the right side of this blog)

Past Lives Part 6-

Lying back, I watch the ghostly tongues of light from the lamps playing on the ornamental ceiling and feel my heart beat ever more slowly. I close my eyes and give myself over to it. I count the timpani of each spasm of that engine of life between shallow breaths with fingers on a clammy hand.

Slower now...I count...41........42..........43................44...........................

“WHAT? WHO SAID THAT? WHO THE HELL IS COUNTING?"

"SHUTUP, ALREADY!

HENRY ! HENRY ! WHAT IS THAT INFERNAL NOISE? HENRY ! ”

I’m loosing my flipping mind! They go up and down and up and down those damn stairs! My ceiling caving in! I’m so sick of listening to them. My head’s gonna explode. What is it with those jerks? It goes on day and night! How’d ya like a bullet up your…..

That’s what I get for being such a nice guy. Just call me Frank Zane the Chump! I’m 1924’s World Class Sitting Duck for any would be scam! I can’t believe him!
‘Just a few people’, he said!
‘You wont even know we’re here,’ he said!
‘ Just a little meeting place,' he said!
Then he sets up the” Glory Road Temperance Revival’ - in my Speak Easy! And that music! They sound like a horde of flappers stomping and hollering like buzzards! He’s got the whole city of Chicago. There’s a million Speak Easies! Why me? Why my club.

Henry- “ Mr. Zane?”

Zane- “Jez Henry! What’s the matter with you? Do you have to come slamming in the door like that? Ever heard of knocking? I could have a hard attack -you idiot! I’m going to put a bell around your neck Henry! Then I’ll know when your coming. What do you want?”

Henry- “You called for me, Mr. Zane.”

Zane- “What is that moron doing up there? I can’t hear myself think!”

Henry- “They’re moving Mr. Zane. You told them to get out and they’re moving. They’re trying to get their piano….……..”

Zane- “Shutup! Get up there and help em. Make it quick! I want them outta here now!”

Man, they can’t even leave without torturing me! If he thinks he’s going to snare my customers over to his ‘holy rolling righteous calling’- he’s got another thing coming. And he calls me a gangster. Threatens me with the cops! I’ll show him ‘gangster’. Yeah! I’ll give him a reason to scream ‘cop’.
I’m just trying to make a livin’ like everyone else. Prohibition fool! It’s every man’s right to drink! It’s every man’s right to drink himself to death he wants to. I’m just providing a service- like any other service. And my broads are just waitresses! Anybody can see that. So they date the customers. It’s free Democracy! As long as they share their tips with me, what do I care? He needs to worry about his own soul. Accidents happen. He’s not going to get the best of Frank Zane! No he’s not!
Zane- “Isn’t that right kitty? Come here baby. I love you, Simon. Yes I do. You want some milk? Daddy will get it for you. Yes, he will.”

“There you go my little bumpkin. You’re the only one that understands Daddy. You’re my best friend Simon. Yes, you are. I bet you miss Lillabeth, huh? So do I, but she was scratching up Daddy’s furniture. She was a very bad kitty. That’s why Daddy had to shoot her. You understand don’t you? You would never scratch Daddy’s furniture, would you Simon? You’re such good kitty. Yes, you are.”
Zane- “Henry! Get in here! Henry! Where are you?”

That good for nothin’. I’m gonna fire him! Janitors come a dime a dozen. I’m sick of his ten children hard luck sob story. He’s got mouths to feed! What about my mouth? He gets paid when I get paid. Everybody wants a free ride! What now? What’s all that racket! It sounds like the buildings coming apart. Man, I’ve gotta get out there and see what the hell’s going on.

What an idiot! He can’t do anything! Would you look at that! I can’t believe that dimwit’s gonna lower that piano down on a pulley! The thing weighs a ton and look at those rat chewed ropes! The bricks are falling…. he’s tearing up the my whole building!!!

Zane- “You stupid idiot! Are you crazy? Look what you’re doing! What’s the matter with you? Get that thing off those ropes and push it down the stairs! You’re going to pay for this Henry! It’s coming out of your paycheck! Do you hear me, Henry? ”

Henry from the roof- “Hey boss! Don’t stand right under it! Move outta the way. Please, Boss! If it drops…..”

Zane- “Shut-up! Get that thing off of that rope right now!

Henry- “As you wish, Mr. Zane.”

CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop!

To read PART 7 in David's Journey you will be traveling to Texas, U.S.A. on Friday, 7/25.

David's PLR story is purely fictional. If there are any bloggers in any part of the world who would like to participate in David's story by writing about a 'past life' in a time, place and country you are familiar with, please contact us at lillyslife@gmail.com or The Red Chair Gallery Blog.

The Photos are from AOL collections of Prohibition Photos/ Not for resale/ Copyright 2008. My drawing of Frank Zane is Charcoal on Paper. To see more of my Art Work please visit The Red Chair Gallery.