Victor Victoria

I saw your smile through
the glass
gave it back with widest beam
for I care
even though we are little more
than strangers passing by
who say “Hi.”

You have so much past history.
So many stories you have told.


I’m still living mine, of
which you are now part.

Behind the happy smile
as our eyes met
your loneliess reached in
and matched my own.
Took me back to sadness
but, you carry your pains
with such a dignified

And as your light on Earth grows dim

I wonder…

Will I ever see that smile again
all too aware that you will never
know I shared such empathy
with you today.


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This is a bit long winded but, needs to be to explain who this is.
Cat and I were in a superstore one day in our local town when an elderly man (in his 80’s) began talking to us and it was clear right away he was one of lifes rich characters.
He introduced himself as Victor/Victoria with a huge smile and a great deal of pride. Told us he used to be in amatuer dramatics and pantomime in which he was often cast as the ‘Dame’ hence, the nick-name Victor/Victoria and, for more than 25 years he played the part of Santa Claus in the superstore during the weeks running up to Christmas. The kids grew up and then their own kids, all visited him as Santa.

Victor/Victoria knows everyone, and everyone knows Victor/Victoria.
He walks, and walks, not really going anywhere, he just likes to be outdoors and trying to keep fit.

One time when I was back in England he saw Cat in the store and remembered me. I was the nice ‘girl’ with the Sweet English accent. Everyone gives Victor badges, he covers his baseball cap and his jackets in badges. This day he handed Cathie one and told her she was to give it to me. It was a badge celebrating 50 years of Queen Elizabeth 2’s reign. I was so touched that he would recall our meeting at all and would want to give me such a lovely gift too.

Next time I saw Victor, I’d gone to the local hospital to get some medical aids ready for Cat coming home from Halifax. Victor was pacing up and down the hallway. He was an in patient. He looked ghostly white but, soon as he saw me, the smile was there.
He told me he was having problems breathing because his heart’s not right, but he insisted, he would be fine and I joked with him and told him he’d probably outlive us all.

I saw him a few winters ago, even in the snow, still walking the main street, waving and smiling at nearly every car which tooted as it passed him by, including me.

I was at Tim Horton’s a while after that, passing through the drive through for a coffee and Victor was sitting inside eating. He looked much thinner and very frail. He saw me through the window, picked up his napkin, smiled and waved it to me. I smiled back and gave him the ‘thumbs up’ sign.

Although we’d smiled, for that moment, I was overwhelmed with such a sudden sadness. I will miss Victor/Victoria when his time comes to walk on fresh new ground.

Victor/Victoria is such a gentle, gentleman.

We’ve moved to town since then and I have no idea if Victor/Victoria is still with us. If he isn’t then, I’m sure he’s with the Angels.

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Last night I met a stranger
in the usual place, because
it would be a rare day indeed
if I ever invited a stranger to
our home.

The sun was still quite blinding
even though it was seven ‘O’ clock
so rare to see both beauty and fire.

I asked her to check what I offered
she politely refused because
even though she didn’t know me
she believed what I’d had to say.
I chose to follow her lead and
didn’t open the envelope either.

We live a simple life here on
our small island where
there is still a lot of
something called


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I sold another laptop last night around 7pm.  I don’t like having strangers to my house (because coming from a former big city with a lot of nasty crime) I usually arrange to meet them in the car park at a pretty close drive through Tim Horton’s.  They can see the laptop up and running on the battery and they know it goes online or, I wouldn’t be selling it.
The girl I met last night bought her husband/boyfriend and I usually start it all up and let them see it up and running and check it over. Last night she said she didn’t need to see it all running because she trusted me. I in turn returned that trust by not opening the envelope with the cash in it.
Such is our life still here that people are basically very honest. I knew she’d be over the moon with what she’d bought for what I’d charged and had told her so when we chatted on the phone. She must’ve thought so too, because they added an extra $10 bucks.
I was very happy and, I am guessing so were they.

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Devil in Disguise

Mysterious man
spoke oh, so quietly
came seeking shelter
I gave it, willingly

(I thought)
everybody hurts sometimes, and
There but for the grace of God, go I.’

He offered me a smile
rare twinkle in his eye
and myself
(once needing solace)
having discovered the hand of friendship
extended him the same.

Asked what could I do for him.

“I want your soul”  He said.

A chill washed right over me
I froze right there and then
knowing the presence of pure evil

“Only the devil would ask for my soul.”
I calmly replied.

“Perhaps I am the devil.” He smiled
once again.

“Yes, I think perhaps you are.”
I said with courage I hoped
I owned.
“Sorry, but my soul is not for sale.
Go ply your trade elsewhere.”

His eyes twinkled with
the fires I knew were from hell.
He smiled again politely
turned his back on me
and went on his way.


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Of course I used a bit of poetic imagery in this but years ago, a man I felt sorry for once because he seemed lonely and in need so, tried to be his friend and, we did actually have that conversation.  Needless to say, it was not a friendship I pursued but, it’s something that I’ve never forgotten.

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Carry on Tuesday #163 ‘Everybody hurts, sometimes.