Like the Franagans

Like the Franagans

This is a small story like a toy story. It meant to be a vegetable shop in Dublin to have some call girl type women always around for the loitering thesedays. What was the matter? The old man acted like an old boy suggested. "What if we had the better time already?" It was the comonsense stricking story. All the time, mafia is around. They are loitering us. That was the sensational monitor meter to me. One of the athlete suggested to check the veggie shop on the river frnot street not far from the front dock as the spot to start investigating how far the villagers want the village chief nowadays. The old man had divorced and had 2 kids already. They are in the secondery school and none to be in the grammer school. The ones who can go to the grammer schools would be for the politicians. There are single living mathmatician yet to be the wannabe professors but no more. Why? All are hate crimes. All the time we receive the mental realction monitoring children's school materials. For example, a small young girl shows up to my store and the girl gives me a small pencile sketch. It could be the colorful one. But it does not matter. The color cordinate is wrong. I simply threw it into the dust bin and ignore the kids. A girl. Cute? Huh, no more. A girly would be so many in the world.The girl in poverty might miss the line of the money making good jokes to the customers of mine. Instead, the cute girl would stomp on my foot and start nagging me of hit on her leg while she would try to grave as much as possible small items such a the apricots to carry out in her large apron or skirt surface. In such case, I need to grab her arm to carry her into my store. A veggy store. Not a beggy store. I teach the small ant like woman a lesson. It got an examination. I order her to pull up one of her leg while I show one of my hand at the height of her leg to be. If it is a sex offender's kid, she would start stripping off her legs openly. In such case, I call the school for the sign of the sexual contact openly done by her at such a young age while my store's surveillance camera is on and the stre door is half open for the reviewe from the public. And if she did such movement as the sign of obedience showing, I would carry her risen leg up and put an apple out from the side box and push the apple toward the sole of her shoe. If she shows any sign of pain by seeing the stomped fruit, it is the sign of the hope she could make no revenge on me as the life stealing merchant. But the girl could laugh in the boy's smile of seeing the stomped apple as a needle added image on it. It meant her death. She would not go. She would be stealing again. Once a day, bye-bye. I call the police and the catcher is the security camera. She tried to stomp my leg and started making the ransom on her own. Thus, it worked. And one day, my security camera was gone. It went off. The timer was off. The boys? No. I carried no weapons. The store closed. No TV. But the life... ended? Hmmm. No legs... I mean no boots. No DIRTs... Working. How so... and what I found was WAR!

The last time was 3 days ago when I opened my shop. There were school holidays. Hopefully, I heard some silens last night and some of the wondering kids noise. Hopefully, no homeless around on the bay of the city hall across the river. And what I saw was the blight light. It was 7.30 already. And any sign of the misfrortune? I mean the lost souls on the river bank or on the street. Hell, yes! Me! I only saw the misty light and there were two men wearing the white full body toxic waste handling clothes and the dark gray gas masks. One of them was carrying the small rifle and another with a large black button. A bonk would be the noise on me. Yikes! I evaded to the back by steping back like a shrimp officer. The man hit my wooden desk only and missed the box full of banana next to it. And there was a prison cell manner boy showed up with the air gun charged with the 'deathly needles' and he only had a google only on top of the normal sweat shirt brought from his school. His home town must be Kilkeny, the 49 years old shop keeper thought. His dialect is normally Gaelic learner. An old fashioned living  boy wondering with such a wonderful weapon in the center of Dublin? "Man, let me be inside." The boy accuintance no more and the store owner brought one dead guy's upper torso for the examination. Meanwhile, another one left on the half standing position and left his machine gun on his shoulder. In this case, the store owner won't be charged for the misuse of any weapon inside of the store. And the man would be positioned like guarding or hiding near the store. And the boy wisely grabbed few grape fruits only and tried to go upstairs but the man denied the entry but to ask his name first. The boy answered as "Henry." And the old shop keeper introduced his name as Fendrick. And he welcomed the boy, "Welcome to Fragnan's."

The boy ate the fruits and none made the fruits juice. There were storages left with full of fruits in the back door casino entrance. But he kept only the apples and bananas as the long forgotten keepable items. Avocado was long forgotten on the shelfs and only the green juices one litter packs and some of the pinapple cans were half open and aten by them together and tossed outide. It was the way how the store went through the vandalism already. The store merchant worried about the woman and the divorced kids living far from Sword. The merchant came from Sword but it was the long story. And the boy's accompany was annoying. He oftne complained that he wanted to get the arm pillow or he would shoot the death needle into his clothes as a joke. "Death needle." "...or deathly kneeldes, huh?" As a Dubliner, the merchant corrected the small boy's gramatical mistakes to be more accurate but there was no girls around. It was 2030s. Nothing knew. He thought all the small packet senders like Yamabiko-kai. There were some people sent the wrong materials to another houses by the merchants paid by the wrong credit cards. It was a stolen item? Nooo! The man mis-shipped was kimono, of course. But why from Fukushima? And he wanted to get away of the kimono itself yet later he was found as he hanged his neck with a wire in the street somewhere not far from his work place near the port. The gossip goes; he was a smuggler and the wrong stolen credit card user. The debit to be cared. The warning was giving by the customer care sometimes for the complaining merchants. They did not get the packs of the aligator posters from Misshishipi. It was the misshiping joke. Somehow, the women started killed. They went through the misterious deaths. A woman could be shaved her head to be a bold merchant or to be a monk. I don't know the joke but the Kokoro cafe was wrong. The woman got her head shaved as if to have the Buddhist monk's heart and there was the thunder noise making riot men showed up on the top floor of the Kokoro cafe building. It was the hallucinating joke. Then, all the thunder rain started. Now, it was not the hallucinationg joke. Meanwhile, England lost the ragby skills to hockey. It was the Sharks and won against the rugby uniform image by holding up the hockey club. It was the unifrom that was so cool. Sharks. And it was owned by Fujitu Siemens. And there was the Zapi - Zagreb's Sapienza. Pietta Romana taker. The Croats clan won against the Romanian population leak and they made the world famous politician settled down the war peace. Wao-peace. Some people were killed and their bodies rolled around in the northern border area in Ukraina only. But it was worse. There were Fujitu albums showing how the Earthquake was in the past senarios. And there was no earthquake wars! Thus, she concluded. We had the peace no matter what and we keep the better ideal futures and tomorrow for the society and this society's kids only as the matter of the fact only the reason we evicted the social Bumping groups, the Highdegger mania.  

And the boys lost in the war eventually against Spain. Spain brought this suits wearing Yakuzas around and they wiretapped with the anthenna on the electricity provding poles. And the killer pole appeared and they suggested to surrender to Tokyo or the life line to be burnt. Thus, we lost against Spain. The story goes as the imaginally war after the Earthquake in Russia and the border line was killed and the middle part of the Russia had a big mass cave as the torturing ground.