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Wednesday 26 August 2015
Fictitious Facts Trilogy
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Read Fictitious Facts I 'Cultivation of a Murderer'.
Read Fictitious Facts I 'Cultivation of a Murderer' to see how Don Scotsdon changed from an innocent child to one of the most emotionally hardened, and follow his life through the "Fictitious Facts" trilogy as he endures childhood/teens which changed him into the character suited for a secret operative functioning in an organisation serving both; legitimate and illegitimate operations.
Next months new release: Fictitious Facts III 'Equanimity'.
It was difficult lazing around with
ideas in mind and constantly attempting to dismiss the call from within to put
pen to paper; it stands to reason it was only a matter of time before the
fabrication of ‘Fictitious Facts III’ –
‘Equanimity’ was launched into creation.
Like a composer in which each
musical notation orchestrates into a tune in an effort to create a memorable
piece, a writer endeavours to colligate the words to form a narrative of
sequence and coherency to produce a memorable reading. I have yet to discover
the secret formula, a certain scintillating prose working in unison to form an
unforgettable level of perfection. One could imagine it being like such things
as the form of a woman, the penchant for a particular wine, gustatory likes or
dislikes, or the love of someone or something. The memorable part of pleasure
is the bit which invigorates the senses and psyche in such a way to transcend
expectations over other sentiments, this part lies in the mind of the beholder
and is the part all writers seek to accomplish. Naturally it stands to reason
not every song, book, wine, woman, or food can please every individual because
preferences of each percipient varies accordingly, but we can place our trust
in the fact that any one particular song, book, wine, woman, or food type, will
give pleasure to someone. I hope reading this book enchants and gives pleasure
to you and you are one of many who find it memorable and entertaining.
In the two ‘Fictitious Facts’ books
prior, and following their raunchy meetings in adult life, Don Scotsdon and
Sally Rob’s coercion into a world of assassinations and undercover work was not
in the beginning a chosen option, but now they have grown accustomed to the
risks and exploits associated with the lifestyle of operatives in Dillard’s
underworld. The nature of each mission and their growing affection for one
another enhances a reliance on a life filled with danger. Together they relish
in copacetic relations, personal satisfactions, the spoils of unlimited money
and the travel demanded of them. In this reading they combine to forge even a
stronger and more genuine concern for each other’s welfare; even moreso than in
previous adventures. Many life-threatening undertakings persist throughout each
prescribed operational task in which entwinements in concurrent ventures test
Don and Sally’s abilities, and the nature of their restive and menacing
occupation, endures a continuance for release in liberal sexual practices which
go way beyond the limits of normality.
Their allegiance to Dillard and his
influential yet anonymous officials who hold positions of supreme importance
are still evolving. Before they became obligated to respond in service it would
have been delusional to believe a high degree of dedication was present on
their first meet in Melbourne, all
those years ago when it was they who needed help. Yet as time passed, due to
the familiarity and knowledge acquired within the ranks of Dillard’s
organisation they became so deeply involved there was no choice but to follow
orders. Today they choose to offer their loyalties because they enjoy their
work, but this has never stopped Dillard getting up to his old tricks and using
those loyalties for self perpetuating interests.
In this book, Dillard takes
advantage of Don and Sally’s trusting nature when he exercises his manipulative
streak by exploiting shots fired which leave him in a serious and hospitalised
state. It was an inspired and shrewd performance even by Dillard’s standards,
all designed to fish out an informer from inside his own organisation. Don is
then temporarily charged with the responsibility of operations and the
rectification of internal betrayals regarding the leaking of secret
information. As always Dillard has a card up his sleeve for personal and
financial gratifications and along the way gets Don involved in another wrangle
with their old arch enemy ‘Kamaliyah’. Early on during this ongoing fiasco and
turmoil Sally saves the life of a prostitute by the name of ‘Candy’ whom later
turns out to be someone with greater problems than first expected. Following
many twists and turns in this saga and after tying up loose ends, a slow period
in their work schedule allowed Don and Sally to take what was supposed to be a
day off for recreation. Don wanted to introduce Sally to his parents and
convinced her it was the right thing to do; it was not. Their visit was cut
short by Don’s perceptive analysis of danger lurking close-by; he recognised a
threat to himself, Sally, and his parents which once again created a life
threatening scenario involving a car chase and a shootout. Don was not as lucky
as Sally in this instance and suffered a wound.
Back at the office and under
Dillard’s protection Sally was given an offer of an assignment in Malaysia. Sending her alone was against
Don’s better judgement because his feelings for her were now bonded emotionally
and physically. Once in Malaysia she
comes across Candy again, and in a turn of events discovers the probability of
a terrorist attack. Due to her inquisitive nature, and a bad judgement call
involving this girl, she gets herself involved in a near death situation. Don,
Dillard and others become entangled in Sally’s findings and they band together
to rescue her while probing for the true facts to quell the attacks, but a lack
of sound intelligence from Malaysian sources influenced Dillard to temporarily change
his interests from the terrorist saga abroad to concentrate on local concerns
at home which were impacting on his personal remunerations. This job required
Don and Sally to fulfil a conniving scam in Perth
involving the acquisition of rare gems; as usual nothing goes to plan. When the
handover occurred it brought with it its own problems, and the unfinished
business resulted in an obligation to visit the Ukraine in Russia to hand
deliver the gems to their new owner, an industrial chemist billionaire with
business interests mired in technologies exploiting atomic waste. Before they
set off on this mission Dillard wanted time to further his investigations into
the ramifications of such risky obligations, so in the meantime he employed Don
to attend a meeting at Port Phillip Bay in Melbourne. It was supposed to be
another simple task involving negotiations with a few of Dillard’s drug dealing
customers in which a shipment of narcotics was delivered to a warehouse, he was
enlisted to ensure the deal took place accordingly and the money paid
fittingly. Again, Don fell to fallacious hope regarding the simplicity of the
deal. What was supposed to be an easy transaction turned nasty.
When that ordeal concluded it was
time to deliver the gems to Chernobyl in
Russia. Don and Sally fly to Estonia, the first leg of their journey
before Ukraine. On the plane they
were treated to a welcome break from the tedium of work as a happy meeting with
an Egyptian hostess took place, she was a beauty who held no inhibitions and
pleased beyond her employment obligations. Once they reached the Chernobyl plant in Ukraine and the gems were safely in the hands of the billionaire’s
courier, Don and Sally’s job was finished, but Don was suspect of the
facilities purpose and found questionable the owners research activities so he
took it upon his self to undertake night time investigations. This move
presented more danger than he bargained for and led to connections with the
Malaysian bomb scenario and Kamaliyah. He barely survives the clash and escapes
with nothing but a few worthless documents.
After many traumatic experiences,
just when they thought their dramas were over, and were relieved to be on a
flight back to Australia, they
encounter more dilemmas. A plot to kill them for the documents seized at Chernobyl forced a crash landing in Sri Lanka in which brought more problems
needing Dillard’s attention. Once
back in Australia unfinished business
meant one last job was deemed necessary to tie up loose ends. It involved the
assassination of a scientist from the Ukraine
who escaped and made his way to Sydney.
The stakeout and shootout which followed saw a lucky escape For Don and Sally.
With their bodies still intact it was suggested it be their final mission until
a well earned vacation be afforded them. Sally was ecstatic to go anywhere, but
Don knew very well Dillard always had an ace up his sleeve and any destination
chosen would be for whatever reason other than to appease their request for a
holiday. If they were to go somewhere, Don knew Dillard would plan to deceive
them again regarding the trips real purpose.
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‘Fictitious Facts II: Patsy to Espionage’, continues to
focus on the ‘Byzantine’ adventures of Don Scotsdon, and how his convoluted
past comes to mould future behaviours. Unheralded circumstances lead to an
intimate but dangerous relationship with his soon to be trusted friend Sally Rob
whom later appears complicit in Don’s world of deception and unconventional
exploits. She becomes his rock; strong, stable and dependable. And yet he lived
an uncomfortable lie in the knowing she was unaware of his guilt in the murder
of her two brothers, her boyfriend and her neighbour. At times he wanted to
relieve himself of the burden of guilt by telling, but the thought of losing
her was too much to endure.
Upon waking from a poor attempt at
suicide the enrichment gained from his own stupidity and the fact he believed
he could handle any forthcoming egregious unpleasantness further elicited his
intuition to realise life was too precious for such a tragic act like the
transgression of self-destruction. Once he gathered his faculties he underwent
a much needed positive change, needed because, so far he demonstrated the
extraordinary capacity to flourish in the face of adversity and with a showing
of confidence he could now get on with life and attest his stalwart character.
Unknown to him at this point in time this change would be drastically
challenged in the near future.
Fortunately for Don there were no
regrets regarding the past wilful murders of Sterge, Weepy Sam and Fran. It
produced within a superiority complex in which he regarded his deeds as
brilliantly planned and executed. There was no self suffering or mental anguish
for these decisions, no pietism, no self redemption sought or religious
oblation to heal unsavoury sentiment, quite the opposite, knowing how he rid
the world of barbarous individuals when the law could not, or would not, left
him with a high esteem in which his belief in himself was as a superlative
being. Some may describe him as a psychotic serial vigilante but as far as he
was concerned he did the world a favour; it was evident to him it was a better
place without people like them.
‘The Books of the New Testament.
Romans 1,2. Ch:2, 12.’ Says;
‘For as many as have sinned without law shall also perish without law.’
This was a rule Don Scotsdon was to live by.
The intimate discussions which took
place between him and Sally since their warm friendship developed worked to
strengthen his intellectual resolve. It gave him something extra to live for.
Her intimations she and Cardinia could, maybe would, get together with him for
a sexcapade, a threesome, helped deliver positive considerations towards the
values of living. Sex had once again become an important acquisition to
conventional thinking, its loving normality and close bonding proffered a
peaceful more optimistic outlook to the anguish humanity so easily apportioned.
Therefore such a pleasant diverting presumption (thinking he may get the chance
to fraternise sexually together with two of the best looking girls he had ever
screwed), offered a persistent memory which remained engraved profoundly in his
psyche. Such a wonderful sexual envision overwhelmed any phobic disorder
associated with the past catching up to him. As a result he now completely
excluded those silly efforts of self harm and reconciled his mind to lead a
life as best he could and front danger and reprisal with the stern
disciplinarian methods he so far applied in murdering the guilty.
Don was shrewd, mentally quick and
resourceful; all qualities learnt from experience, and his ability to perceive
and decipher cryptic complex situations or translate the psychotic conduct of
others served him well in all calamitous events so far; it could be said, ‘it takes one to know one’. Now, by self
declaration he ascertained he had something to live for, a confidence to attack
his problems head-on, and the chance to lead a life free of preceding dilemmas.
He craved normality as he knew it, but was not a disciple to ignorance, he was
well aware further commotion was essential to rid himself of the bad baggage
accompanying his actions and decisions to date, and he could not deny there was
a certain kick and adrenalized exhilaration from being mixed up in covert
affairs; veritably, deep within his inner self was the preference he would
rather his job in real estate be an avocation to the unsafe world of crime and
murder instead of the other way around.
As a direct result of former
entwinements his past does catch up to him and subjects him to another,
different world of crime and corruption. His involvement begins from an honest
and yet gullible act of kindness when he goes for a well earned holiday. An
attaché case strategically placed at the airport with documents incriminating Islamic protagonist’s being cultivated
for legal domestic agendas was found in his possession; the contents of the
case was sought by Federal agencies and felons alike. This eventually leads to
a meeting with the leader of an Australian crime syndicate whose organisation
has tentacles all over the world. Shortly following Don’s unintentional
involutions, Sally becomes innocently entangled in his affairs; not by choice
at first. Ultimately they both get embroiled in a coalescence of many political
and murderous complications. After Don teams with his ravishing friend Sally,
together, through a destiny beyond their control materialises a stronger
liaison with the crime boss who gains their trust and converts them into
trained criminals; concomitant with petty crime, murder, espionage and
promiscuity. They become enticed deeper into the domain of criminality and the
crime boss mires them in detail and confusion while offering promises of
protection if they follow his commands. As they become tangled into his clique
proper, they find themselves caught in a labyrinth of deception and begin
undertaking covert operations which are somewhat enigmatic in their processing
of rational inferences. They get so deeply involved and retain so much
knowledge of organisational details there is no way out; it is necessary to
carry out orders or face extermination. From this moment onwards their actions
were by demand in order to maintain a beating heart. They were exploited to do
his dirty work and complete missions for their country, for his personal gain,
and later for their own financial rewards.
One such mission of acceptance to
ease into the confidence of the crime boss is to ensure a ‘list’ does not fall
into the wrong hands. It is imposed upon them a failure to reach the desired
goals could have devastating constitutional bifurcations leading to complicated
political conquests. And it was emphasised, any enactment of those names on the
‘list’ could eventually bring about a condition affecting Australia’s freedom; meaning for the average citizen it could
remove the power and privilege to act, speak or think, resulting in lives being
ultimately censored by absolutist idealism. Don and Sally were told; ‘If you fail to obtain the information
required, the imposition of external restraints and sumptuary laws in Australia
could be strictly enforced under radical militants demanding a totalitarian
regime.’ As they become more entangled in this world of espionage, unknown
to Don and Sally the crime boss is working for eminent members of the community
and is against all questing to stain Australian soil. Thus from twisted
ideologies they become his principal protagonists in the fight against evil,
and tender his adjurations with great aplomb.
Scatting and pursuits take them from
their home in Naretha to the shrewd
surrounds of criminal activity in Melbourne,
the political awry of diplomatic delegations in Canberra, to drug induced espionage in Russia, to China where
the potential manufacturing of deadly chemicals is expected, and they have to
deal with child trafficking at home. Their involvement prescribes an order of
belief in which a constant battle to protect Australia and its borders
is essential; as it is to maintain civil liberties, freedom, and one united
identity. It becomes clear to them freedom can easily be eroded by preferential
influences wishing to create radical ideologies, and it is the exaggeration of
part of this book through Don Scotsdon’s ordeals which looks at people in Australia and around the world who try
to dominate lifestyles to suit their own interests; whether through the means
of politics, technology or advanced weaponry. Therefore we go forward with the
knowledge; the culmination of Don’s development over so many years of violent
disturbance and disorder will pay dividends in his new profession, and the
building of skills, aptitudes, and mind-set gained from past encumbrances makes
him the perfect collaborator in a world of potential mayhem and self-interested
extremists.
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Chapter 4 continued............
With two cars up and running the families spent many a good times
travelling to places like the ‘Georges River’ and ‘Warragamba Dam’.
These outings helped alleviate the claustrophobic environment familiarity with
‘Hostel’ conditions ensued. Once the Scotsdon’s and their friends reached their
destination the main recreational activities for the children were swimming and
playing while the adults enjoyed unwinding by lazing in the sunshine and
gorging on picnic snacks and cold beer. More people could fit into the back of
the ‘van’ than could fit in Ted’s ‘sedan’, so this day all the kids went in the
back of the ‘van’ to ‘Warragamba Dam’ with Don’s uncle Ben driving and
his aunt Peg in the passenger seat. This was a time when the road to the ‘Dam’
was dirt and the hill steep. The old car was not powerful enough to propel
itself up the hill with such a load, so all including the driver got out and
helped push. Uncle Ben would have half his bum on the seat, one foot on the
ground, and the other foot on the accelerator. Don’s parents went up the hill
with relative ease in their ‘Austin’ and in passing they laughed and jeered
affectionately as they left them breathless in a cloud of dust.
Don basked in the joy of the weekends, especially when they went on his
favourite excursions to the beach. He and his parent’s travelled to ‘Brighton-Le-Sands’
and ‘Ramsgate’ a few times, and he once he went with his uncle Ben and
aunt Peg and their kids to ‘Bondi’. He cherished the sight of the blue
waters lapping fine golden sands and the gentle surf washing against weathered
rocks while whisking the perfume of seaweed to scent the clean crisp air.
Sandcastles built with youthful uncomplicated proficiency lay at the mercy of
the incoming tide to slowly consume and engulfe each tiny crystal. Even at the
age of six with such infantile perception he realised there was no similarity
to this environment and always displayed his usual tantrum when it was time to
depart for home.
For the first time he took notice of cruelty to animals when witnessing
a fisherman hooking what he saw as a defenceless living creature wriggling in
dread and pain and fighting for air and freedom. It was difficult for him to
understand or express his feelings of concern for the fish and failed to
comprehend why this person was hurting it. He ate fish many times and naturally
knew they swum in the ocean but never associated them as alive before human
consumption. It seemed so barbaric to him and a waste as it lay on the sand
gasping and suffering a slow and torturous death. His tears lured his mother to
explain;
“Don't be silly Don. A lot
of people catch and eat fish. It’s the same as we eat at home. Any meat comes
from......” She stopped so as not to confuse him, then only half thinking of
his capability to correlate the facts to his perceptual skills, she mumbled;
“Humans are basically evil
within themselves and you’ll have to learn to accept there’s lots of bad in
this world; nothing lasts forever. Where do you think meat comes from anyway?
Now go and play.” Don had no idea what she was talking about. When he matured
and heard her repeat similar phrases he made light of the meaning behind the
wording but it did not help much, besides accepting the necessity to butcher
for food he still found it absurd to tolerate harm caused to any living
organism and never learnt to accept people’s wrongful conduct; in general,
throughout life, he suffered sombre reflections to the most infinitesimal
situations regarding cruelty.
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Tuesday 25 August 2015
Chapter 4 continued.............
Still impertinent and protesting in disagreement to school attendance he
eventually made friends with others willing and able to tolerate his persistent
squawks. The only pleasurable days he gained from school were those in which a
mate and he would ‘wag’. It was easy to do because they were sent walking to
the bus stop in the mornings without parental company and when the school bus
arrived home at the end of the day they were entrusted to walk home alone. Work
commitments meant everybody went to work early and got home late, this left a
big gap in the middle for them to do as they please because there was no-one to
report to. Their plan to skip school was simple, they would walk to the stop in
the morning and fail to board the bus then spend all day at home; it worked
many times. They were two truants who managed to get into more trouble than
‘Speed Gordon’. Other times when they did attend school, they would ‘hitch’ a
ride home after lunch, hide in the communal toilets and puff away on their
‘Capstain’ rollies which his friend would steal from his father’s stash.
But life always pledges a diverse synopsis ensuring not all goes
according to plan. They were caught unexpectedly by Don’s sisters’ new
boyfriend, Bing, the Sharp’s son. He was of medium height, a wiry kid with the
features and hairstyle of a rebellious Elvis Presley; his ‘kiss-curl’ more
pronounced than Elvis’s. He was cocky, mischievous and always evading trouble.
When he came early in the day to visit Zoe he noticed clouds of smoke billowing
from the toilet block and unfortunately for Don and his friend he deemed it
necessary to investigate. On his unpleasant and lecturing arrival, while
shouting a cacophony of slang incomprehensible to such young ears they both
burst into tears. After he reprimanded them they promised never to ‘wag’ school
or smoke again and begged him not tell their parents. Being caught was bad
enough but telling their parents they were smoking and ‘wagging’ school would
have been disastrous. As luck had it they were sure he did not squeal. He
probably didn’t want to make trouble and ruin his chances of furthering his
dating developments with Zoe. This escape from punishment and reprisal may have
been the catalyst of future daring escapades because, in youth we all think we
are bullet-proof, and without forms of retribution to teach right from wrong, a
reprieve from disciplinary action does not teach the lesson of repentance, it
only serves as a worthy reminder not to get caught next time. Hence a valuable
lesson was learnt; do not get caught.
Good friendships flourished on the ‘Hostel’; it was inevitable. The
conditions relating to the interaction of neighbours made to live in such close
proximity demanded concerted efforts of diplomacy to preserve peace and
tranquillity. There were disputes caused by varying attitudes and opinions but
all-in-all the majority were amiable and none more than the family living under
the same roof in the adjoining unit to the Scotsdon’s. They were not related to
Don, but he referred to them as uncle Ben and aunt Peg. They had three
children, two boys and a girl, each similar to the Scotsdon children in the
mirroring of their ages. Uncle Ben, through someone’s misfortune, gained a green
‘Morris panel van’. The people who owned it had a death in the family and
needed money for funeral expenses. He was in the right place at the right time
and picked it up for the whimsical amount of 10 pound. Naturally it needed
major mending and a lot of attention. Uncle Ben attracted Ted’s services with a
commission amounting to the sum cost of mateship.
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Fictitious Facts III released soon.
Saturday 22 August 2015
Chapter 4 continued..........
On each migrant intake the new were housed. Those previous who stayed
and survived the hard times and prospered could see despair in the eyes of
those about to embark on the same journey. As it turned out most reached their
desired goal of obtaining a better quality of life, but there were those
dysphoric few who took the opportunity to return to England in the
timeframe given, and sadly what went with them was a degree of pretence,
crushing remarks to dissimilate truths about Australian living. It was those people and people like them who
added the burden of gossip surrounding spiders, snakes, heat and the like;
hence born came the ‘whinging Pom’.
People, such as the Scotsdon family, who stayed and battled through the
hard time’s were now able to afford cars and social excursions. Although few
could afford new or late model cars, the freedom of travel promoted picnics,
scenic tours, and the ability to venture from the local bus routes; they could
take trips outside of normal day to day vista. Ted brought home a run-down,
dilapidated ‘Austin’ by way of Mr Sharp who was generous enough to offer to tow
it back to the ‘Hostel’ with his upmarket ‘Holden’. It was dark green with two
doors, a loose mudguard and a tattered canvas roof. He was given it due to its
inoperability; it looked as though it never worked and never would. Although
the shell fronted as quite reasonable, the back seat had parts of an engine and
gearbox scattered from door to door and when the bonnet was forced open it did
not take a mechanic to notice the whole engine had been misplaced. But
considering the zero cost he was ecstatic with the donation and spent countless
weeks rummaging for parts and applying his mechanical knowledge in the repair
and restoration of the motor until he succeeded in attaining a dependable
running order. Many countless hours were fagged with sweat before and after
roadworthiness in the necessity of service and maintenance. When it broke down
he would remove the motor from the car, as he did in England, and place
it on the kitchen table. This allowed him to work on it at night because free
time during the day was a luxury afforded only to the rich and the unemployed.
The car was not a ‘Rolls Royce’ by any comparison, but he had it running smooth
and it worked most of the time, which helped immensely for security in work and
allowed for many happy family outings.
Most ‘Hostel’ dwellers were saving money regularly for the explicit
purpose of leaving in anticipation of purchasing a home of their own and
improving their lifestyle. Because of this and other daily financial
commitments, practically everyone’s car of affordability was old and decayed
and demanded urgent mechanical attention. Ted was a not a mechanic by trade but
had enough experience and ingenuity to make driveable a stagecoach if so
warranted. His competence was soon realised and much of his spare time was
involved in helping others make their vehicle functional. Rarely would he
charge friends for services rendered, it was more of a barter system but with
no obligations attached. During the gathering of people to lend advice on these
‘bonnet up’ occasions, Rene would make the usual cup of tea and sandwiches and
everyone would get along just fine.
Don had come of age to enter the next phase in his education; ‘Hammondville
Infants Primary School’. His mother completed the entrance application earlier
in the year, approval required to finalise enrolment was their presence for a
few hours orientation before full-time attendance; to Don’s dislike it was on
the same day. Monday morning was a bright, beautiful sunny morning, spoilt for
Don only due to the reality of another institution offering the opportunity to
imprison him; he had not yet accepted the rigidity of ‘pre-school’ hours and
was still quite a little terror. Rene was on afternoon shift in the kitchen so
took the time and the opportunity to accompany Don on the firs bus trip to
school. He was as defiant and determined as he was obstinate in rejection of
school. She forcefully dragged him on the bus. He querulously and
contumaciously objected and cried all the way. After morning orientation when
it became time for Rene to catch the bus back home to attend work, leaving him
alone, he performed to his worst. It was déjà vu for her, she could not
look back, walking swiftly with her head forward and down. Don again felt
completely rebuffed and neglected by her actions, surely a feeling all children
experience on their first day of school and most eventually forget, but not
Don, it was a perplexing situation for him because he always found it hard to
accept the imposed rejection of his mother.
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Wednesday 19 August 2015
Fictitious Facts I: 'Cultivation of a Murderer' continued CH4......
Fictitious Facts II 'Patsy to Espionage' released;
and soon to be released:
Fictitious Facts III 'Equanimity'.
FFI continued......
Chapter 4.
Better Times
Six weeks passed before the continuous bad weather finally cleared to
stop tormenting the vitality of all those residing on the ‘Hostel’. Ted found
full - time employment, firstly at a ‘Pecks’ fish paste factory, and later in a
job for which he was more accustomed; in the performance of aeroplane
maintenance at ‘Bankstown Airdrome’. He would use public transport daily to travel many miles. Although
the journey was time consuming he was more than happy to secure the work
because it complimented his skills and he felt it well worth feting for
rewards. As was customary for large companies they retained his first two weeks
pay in hand, it was the third week he received a full pay and celebrated by
‘clocking off’ early; utilising a few hours he had owing to him. His intention
was to go home and surprise Rene by taking her out to the local fish and chip
shop for a bite to eat, a privilege and extravagance not very often practiced,
but she was unavailable because of work commitments. He waited at home for a
while before making the decision to catch a bus to ‘Tarzan’s’, a small general
store about two miles away stocking and supplying practically everything. He
bought sweet treats, soft drinks, and stopped at a pub to buy two bottles of
beer. He was not a big drinker but enjoyed a glass when situations such as this
arose. Rene never indulged in alcoholic beverages she was a teetotaller and now
a smoker so he purchased for her a box of chocolates, a bunch of roses, and a
packet of cigs.
The bus timetable told of no buses returning to his home after hours,
the paid trip was one way but he had no qualms in ‘hitching’ a lift home. A
couple by the name of Mr and Mrs Sharp stopped and offered him a ride. He found
them to be very pleasant and they formed an immediate bond, so he told them his
story why he had so many sweet provisions bagged and invited them back to his
home to meet his family and feast on their good tidings. Mr Sharp was quite
well-to-do and not at all like first impressions. At first, because he said he
was a draughtsman for a large firm and owned his own house Ted thought of him
as a snob, but he was unlike any snob Ted ever met, he never belittled those
worse off than himself and gave his time freely to those deserving of it. As
they sat around the tiny kitchen the children savoured the ‘goodies’ and the
adults reminisced. The whole family was impressed with Sharp’s stories of life
in Australia and listened attentively to their travels interstate. It
was probably the first time genuine laughter echoed through the tin shell they
called home. The Sharp’s demonstrated a respectful deference and courtesy to
the Scotsdon family. They became good friends who spawned a frequent presence
and inadvertently encouraged their only son, ‘Bing’, to become more than
favourable with Zoe’s interests.
‘Hostel’ living began to improve, and as the Scotsdon’s and other
families prospered from security in employment a rationalisation emerged, the
knowledge now acquired proved their aspirations had not been part of a futile
dream and planted the seed of optimism; a sentiment which rapidly spread
throughout the ‘Hostel’ community. Those past compunctious symptoms regarding
change began to take on another meaning, no longer were those smiles forced or
thwart with worries and indecisiveness, people began to illuminate and display
positive responses to the potential of the many opportunities and possibilities
tried campaigns render capable to furnish profit.
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Monday 17 August 2015
New Release."Fictitious Facts II 'Patsy to Espionage'."
‘Fictitious
Facts II: Patsy to Espionage’, continues on from ‘Fictitious Facts I: Cultivation of a Murderer’ to focus on the
‘Byzantine’ adventures of Don Scotsdon, and how his convoluted past comes to
mould future behaviours. Unheralded circumstances lead to an intimate but
dangerous relationship with his soon to be trusted friend Sally whom later
appears complicit in Don’s world of deception and unconventional exploits. She
becomes his rock; strong, stable and dependable. And yet he lived an uncomfortable
lie in the knowing she is unaware of his guilt in the murder of her two
brothers, her boyfriend and her neighbour. At times he wanted to relieve
himself of the burden of guilt, but the thought of losing her was too much to
endure.
As a direct result of former entwinements his past
does catch up to him and subjects him to another world of crime and corruption.
His involvement begins from an honest and yet gullible act of kindness when he
goes for a well earned holiday. An attaché case strategically placed at the
airport with documents incriminating Islamic
protagonist’s being cultivated for legal domestic agendas was found in his
possession; the contents of the case was sought by Federal agencies and felons
alike. This eventually leads to a meeting with the leader of an Australian
crime syndicate by the name of Dillard whose organisation has tentacles all
over the world. Shortly following Don’s unintentional involutions, Sally
becomes innocently entangled in his affairs; not by choice at first. Ultimately
they both get embroiled in a coalescence of many political and murderous
complications in an attempt to clear Don’s name. After Don teams with his
ravishing friend Sally, together, through a destiny beyond their control
materialises a stronger liaison with the crime boss who gains their trust and
converts them into trained criminals; concomitant with petty crime, murder,
espionage and promiscuity. They become enticed deeper into the domain of
criminality and the crime boss mires them in detail and confusion while
offering promises of protection if they follow his commands. As they become
tangled into his clique proper they find themselves caught in a labyrinth of
deception and begin undertaking covert operations which are somewhat enigmatic
in their processing of rational inferences. They get so deeply involved and
retain so much knowledge of organisational details there is no way out; it is
necessary to carry out orders or face extermination. From this moment onwards
their actions were by demand in order to maintain a beating heart. They were
exploited to do his dirty work and complete missions for country, for his
personal gain, and later for their own financial rewards.
One such mission of acceptance to ease into the
confidence of the crime boss is to ensure a ‘list’ does not fall into the wrong
hands. It is imposed upon them a failure to reach the desired goals could have
devastating constitutional bifurcations leading to complicated political
conquests. And it was emphasised, any enactment of those names on the ‘list’
could eventually bring about a condition affecting Australia’s freedom; for the average citizen it could remove the
power and privilege to act, speak or think, resulting in lives being ultimately
censored by absolutist idealism. Don and Sally were told; if they fail to
obtain the information required, the imposition of external restraints and
sumptuary laws in Australia could be
strictly enforced under radical militants demanding a totalitarian regime. As
they become more entangled in this world of espionage, unknown to Don and
Sally, the crime boss is working for eminent members of the community and is
against all questing to stain Australian soil. Thus from twisted ideologies
they become his principal protagonists in the fight against evil, and tender
his adjurations with great aplomb.
Scatting and pursuits take them from their home in Naretha to the shrewd surrounds of
criminal activity in Melbourne, the
political awry of diplomatic delegations in Canberra,
to drug induced espionage in Russia,
to China where the potential
manufacturing of deadly chemicals is expected, and they have to deal with child
trafficking at home. Their involvement prescribes an order of belief in which a
constant battle to protect Australia
and its borders is essential, as it
is to maintain civil liberties, freedom, and one united identity.
It becomes clear to them, freedom can easily be eroded
by preferential influences wishing to create radical ideologies, and it is the
exaggeration of part of this book through Don Scotsdon’s ordeals which looks at
people in Australia and around the
world who try to dominate lifestyles to suit their own interests; whether
through the means of politics, technology or advanced weaponry. The building of
skills, aptitude and mind-set gained from encumbrances makes Don and Sally the
perfect collaborators in a world of potential mayhem and self-interested
extremists.
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Conclusion of chapter 3
Happy but still a little anxious and unsure of her luck, she immediately
went to the office and asked to see Mr Doddle to positively clarify the letters
authenticity. It was a valid offer so she instantly accepted to begin part -
time employment and wanted to begin as soon as possible. She was told it
involved kitchen and waitressing type duties, and being enraptured to do any
paid task she beamed a smile in gratitude. At this stage of her life she would
have been happy to do anything, including cleaning toilets. It was a refreshing
change and quickly turned melancholic perceptions into a sense of achievement;
a step in the right direction towards a more favourable and happy life. She
went home and organised treats and a nice dinner and sat waiting patiently for
her husband’s homecoming after his daily laborious assault of job-hunting. He
returned a little later than usual and somewhat drained from the effort. The
lights were out and it was all quiet, he sensed something amiss, as he turned
on the light she scared the crap out of him with a yell, a big hug and a
lasting kiss on the cheek;
“Guess what, guess what?”
“You scared the shit out of
me. What?” With a bottle of beer in hand she cried merrily;
“I got a job, I got a job.”
He questioned with great attention.
“Where?”
“The canteen, the ‘Hostel’
canteen,” she exclaimed.
“Bloody fantastic,” roared
Ted full of glee. She was again in tears with exuberance for the triumphant
result of her efforts.
Once commencing employment proper her self-belief took aboard a new
outlook; a belonging. She expanded her thoughts towards the potential of what
can be achieved in the future as to what remained in England, and
gradually grew to enjoy her work and the people involved. This induced a
distinct desire to make Australia her permanent residence, and in Ted it
manifested a much welcomed and renewed optimism towards a more fulfilling life.
While Rene worked and Ted continued searching for work they succeeded by great
efforts to press-gang Don into ‘pre - school’. The school was situated in the
cul-de-sac near the canteen and adjacent to the bus stop, this was very handy
because she could see the other two safely on the bus and drop Don off on the
way to work. Don recalls being fenced in against his will; imprisoned. And he
remembered each day when his mother kissed him goodbye and walked away without
as much as a glance in deliberation. He did not understand why he was being
treated with such neglect, but later became aware of the reasons why she did
not look back with care; it was because of her maternal qualities. She did not
want to reveal the heartrending tears caused by her feelings of abandonment and
guilt for leaving him in such an unruly state; most mothers’ shed a tear when
confronted with similar situations like their child’s first day at school.
Because of Don’s effrontery in expectation of going everywhere with his mother,
his daily screaming and crying burdened her with distress and made the act of
waving intolerable, she found it much easier to just keep walking with her eyes
directed forward. She later told him how each day she would not stop weeping
until her place of work was in sight, then she had no choice but to ‘put on a
brave face’ and focus on daily obligations. I guess all kids are none the wiser
for their egotistical whims at an early age. But any later discovery of his
past actions had no bearing on the actual moment because the truth was he
despised pre-school and created havoc with his tantrums and vociferous
objections. People labelled him a conceited spoilt brat and said he deserved a
good hiding; perhaps they were right.
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Monday 3 August 2015
Chapter 3 continued.....................
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With nothing falling into place, not much time passed before Don’s
parents, Rene more-so than Ted, became disillusioned and started to seriously
contemplate whether their decision to voyage to Australia was an
extravagance acted upon under false beliefs and desperate times. Ted was near
breaking point for a couple of reasons, one was due to not being able to find
gainful employment, and the other was because of Rene’s negativity and constant
whining; she had not yet forgave him for taking her and the family away from
her mother; although not termagant in nature like her mother, she was still
homesick for England and its
memories.
Inclusive in the contract involving the ‘Assisted Passage Scheme’ was an
obligation to remain in Australia for
two years. If one chose to travel back to Britain it could be very
costly, but there was an escape clause permitting those who could not, or did
not satisfy their needs in Australia to embark on a safe return to England at an agreed rate.
Ted gave serious thought to their options. They could not afford to wait any
longer. With their emergency savings virtually exhausted there was barely
enough left to pay the meagre fare home, and yet if they stayed the
amount in the bank was not enough to support them for any length of time. He
knew deep in his heart a decision to return to England would not only
mean the end of his marriage it would mean his heinous old mother-in-law would
take great satisfactions in saying to Rene; ‘I
told you so’.
Ted was not one to quit easily and fortuitously, for once, fate was on
his side. Just as all seemed a hopeless waste of time and effort Rene was on
one of her daily jaunts to the ‘Hostel’ canteen for companionship and a game of
‘Housie’. On her way she called into the post office. As per normal the clerk
in the post office was sitting behind his desk trying to sanction his authority
with a stern appearance behind a small round pair of glasses and a peaked
visor, she approached him for mail with all the usual pleasantries and was
handed a couple of letters from England and one from the ‘Hostel’s’
administration. Her mother was still writing spiteful letters seeking to win
her back, and it was these she generally opened first, but on this occasion
they were left to last. She was excited because some weeks ago a friend who was
employed as a cook at the canteen told her the boss was looking for extra staff
and she promised to put in a good word for her. She did and an interview was
organised (those days an interview simply meant meeting the supervisor and
answering a few basic questions to see if you were sane). The meeting went well
she thought, and was told they would contact her if needed. Rene thought no
more of it due to the weeks passing without notice and gave it away as a bad
joke, but one of these letters was from administration and it aroused her
expectations in hope of good news. She wanted to rip open the envelope but
hesitated. Her eagerness to read it gave pause as doubt and the fear of
rejection intensified. She opened it with awe inspiring anticipation and slowly
read its contents. It said:
‘Dear Mrs Scotsdon, We wish to inform you of your successful
application as ‘Kitchen Hand’ in the Hostel Canteen and advise you to contact
the supervisor, Mr Doddle, before Friday…….,’ etc.
With celebratory jubilance and great astonishment to the clerk, she bent
over the desk and kissed him firmly on the cheek dislodging his visor and
glasses. When she realised her spur-of-the-moment reaction she blushed and
immediately withdrew with a fake and unusual hoyden laugh followed by a swift
departure.
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