A short from ‘Kazoo Ch 33’. Maxie is pregnant, with Macker, but it’s not yet public news. Waiting in the docks to meet 7000 ‘illegals’.. but the border has gone, along with the banks and the government. Maxie’s secret is about to leak out
blogtheme 7. Kazoo.. No Borders..No Nations
I was living on my nerves, sleeping little and always working, not to think about how they murdered my friend.
I was damaged, yet desperately happy with Macker as well.
-‘What the hell is that noise?’- I asked, swinging Moonie up onto my shoulders.
-‘Seagulls’- said Janie grinning -‘A huge flock of gulls, squawking and screaming out to sea.’-
-‘Goway outa that. I hear children.’-
Bernie was waving her arms. Peering into the early morning sun, streaming through wisps of thick sea mist. She’s one of the Soli-Fest organizers, with a megaphone and a computer.
-‘Come on Josie let’s get down the front.’-
There was a fanfare of trumpets. Two rockets shot up, behind the crowd of us waiting on the quays, and exploded out over the harbour.
The strong sun was glaring off the water, We were cheering blindly, as a crackly sound system buzzed into life.
-‘Let’s have a big warm welcome now for the exchange students coming into the dock now.’-
Only about six months late.
Everybody was pointing and peering. And we could make out the prow of a ferryboat. Materializing in slow motion from behind the grain silo. Then we saw its decks were packed with screaming, laughing and madly waving youths.
The Mexican kids had finally arrived.
We’d all got up in the dark and had been waiting more than a hour for the ship to come in.Clustering little by little into groups of friends.
Me and Macker and Jerry had come down to welcome back Lucia, who was bringing her two ‘kids’, Paco, aged fifteen, and Luna who was now fourteen. We had never met them.
Plus about seven thousand friends, instead of the seven hundred they had proposed! And more than ‘exchange students’ they were refugees of course. Mostly Latin American, but with groups from many other countries. Previous exchange groups have been a big hit over here.
The Soli-Fest were sending us as many as we could absorb to extricate itself from the racist tangle of European bureaucracy.. Because at that moment immigration was already controlled, or should I say not controlled, by the Pools Federation.
We had no central government here anymore and everything seemed to go better.
Nobody missed the politicians at all. Except maybe banks and corporations, who had already fled. Instigating invasion and lamenting their losses.
What a horrible shame those poor richies finally lost their Scam of enslaving everybody!
With weekly online voting, we call it ‘Wise-Mass’, we have more democracy than we could ever have wanted. Too much? Okay I’m a little cynical. voting on everything is super popular around here.
All those economists scoffed, but our Wurts market works, while theirs is a disaster. Now, all the kids are competing at Personal Levels like it was football.
I’m average 6.3 at the last count. I got a bad attitude.
And as for the Invasion! By now everyone is bored waiting, to be invaded by the so-called Peace Intervention Force.(PIF).
That sun off the water was dazzling me.
There was welcome music. Synthesizing trumpets. A few fireworks going off too soon.
Jimmy and Janie had appeared, from Mart Street Pool. They’re friends of Macker, who I didn’t know before. Janie is a big tall girl, compared to me, and was nearly eight months pregnant at the time Wearing purple denim bands. A beautiful smiling sun on her huge round belly,grinning from ear to ear and drumming her fingers on it, in time to the atrocious music.
Then she invited us to put our ears to her. To listen for a response from her baby boy, they knew it was a boy. Egging us on at inventing comical answers. While she guffawed with laughter and Jimmy looked shy and worried.
Janie had a flat already, it was easy to get a place, with so many people moving out of the city. And they’d invited two students who they’d come to pick up
She was explaining how Macker had got her together with Jimmy. Pelting the police with cuddly toys and rubber pigs, and escaping in fancy dress over the rooftops!
They were delighted that Macker had found me for a girlfriend.
After half an hour waiting together on the dock, we were treating each other like long lost lifelong friends. And me of course I was longing to tell Janie my new secret, that I was pregnant as well. And that Macker would be the Dad. I slipped my fingers down my own little tummy and listened to Janie’s big smiley one. And the tears were springing to my eyes.
We’d decided it was too early to tell everyone. But every day it was more difficult to keep my blabbermouth shut.
Janie was obviously ecstatic. Waves of happiness washing off her. Delighted to show off her smiling sun, and display her big chocolate nipples.squeezed out the windows of her new yellow spoon-bra.
Hung with thongs in cool Clan Warrior style.
Made up to match her eyes.
Janie was gorgeously pregnant, just like I imagined I’d like to be in a few months time!
Course if you’d asked me a few weeks earlier I’d have said no way I wanted a kid. I was well known for it. Still and all I had known full well I wasn’t being careful. And neither was Macker, and one reason was I felt in a really good and safe situation, war or no war.
Kazoo wan’t chosen exactly, but extremely wanted. and I’d grown to love my little foetus already. She was conceived in such a funny game that we both felt delighted about it. like, .. well I’ll tell about that later.
I was tempted alright, to tell my new friend Janie, but I must ask Macker first.
Then we were all cheering and squealing as the ferryboat loomed into the dock. Blasting it’s horn to shock the dead awake. The trumpets and fireworks going off.
Lined with a throng of excited youth, jabbering in every language but English.
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