It was in a theme park that he met with Petra again. A girl he snuggled with in the West Indies on a blue blue Monday. A mindless miniskirt with massive melons best defined this specimen. Because of the lack of brain the only attraction was a physical one. That is from his side. She on the other hand was all over him and into him.
It was just before closing time that they entered the Pagode. The most boring theme park attraction on the face of this earth. A representation of a Taiwanese Flying Temple. A sort of Ferris wheel without this excitement of a Ferris wheel. If there’s any. A residue from the late seventies when Legoland and leisure pools where the number one activities for us commoners.
They where the only ones on this last ride. The moment the Pagode lifted she dropped to her knees, freed his Willy and started snorkeling on it as if judgement day was near. He later confessed to me: “It was a most pleasant ride.”
He descended from the Pagode with a smile from ear to ear. This was it! How often he had fantasized about a situation like this. At last, the real deal! On passing the toll booth he noticed something he hadn’t seen on the way up. Shock. A control room packed with security behind video screens. All cheering and thumbing him on his way out.
He and Petra weren’t meant to last, but the videos are. Still on some security officer’s hard disk. And probably, in due time, for all of us to be seen on YouTube.
Attached painting:
Blue Moon
100cm x 160cm