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Excerpt
Chapter 5
Polyamorist extract
CONTEXT: Tim is rat-proofing a compost bin in
Highfield by putting it on a flat surface
I peered in the compost bin satisfied, and amazed, as always, by the chemistry that translates grass cuttings and food waste into rich, earthy soil that nourishes the garden. And it was all down to the humble earthworm. If I were ever to write a poem, it would be to the worm that aerates and enriches the earth. Its tunnels of air, castings and water, weaving a life-giving magic. Its slimy undulations turning the waste of the world and plain mud into rich, textured soil, food from which the roses can grow. The humble worm! I replaced the lid and raised my arms above my head to stretch, then brought them slowly down, breathing in the invigorating autumn air. I dreamt of a world where we award this humble worm all the respect it deserves. I had a brief mental image of the worm with a medal round its neck, nodding modestly to the applause.
Pleased
with this vision and my work, I trudged up the garden feeling the pain in my
back from the bending and shovelling. It was lovely working outdoors, but I
wouldn’t want to be a gardener. I rotated my hips clockwise and then
anticlockwise to ease out the kinks. I gazed up to stretch my neck and noticed
a net curtain twitch in the bedroom. Was I imagining that eyes were upon me?
I
walked up to the back door. ‘Hello!’ I ventured. No answer. I took off my boots
and stepped into the kitchen. I was desperate to wash my hands, but the sink
was full of washing up.
I
heard a television on upstairs. Who else lived here? Did Dawn had a husband or
family? Jo had berated me for thinking of people as hazards, but after so many
years dealing with numbers, I was finding it strange being in other people’s
homes.
I
walked up to the bottom of the stairs. ‘Hello! Er, Dawn!’
An
upstairs door opened and the television was heard more clearly. Dawn’s face
appeared.
‘Hi,
Dawn, I’m done, can I wash my hands?’
‘Of
course, hun, up here, the bathroom’s on the left.’
I
hastened up the stairs and into the bathroom to wash my hands. I emerged, and
jumped in shock as a piercing scream came from the bedroom. Dawn was standing
in the doorway unperturbed.
‘Kerry
and I like to snuggle up in bed and watch an Agatha Christie.’
I
nodded, heart still racing from the unexpected scream. I could hear Miss Marple
in the background. ‘You are in dire peril, my dear.’ Dawn was still standing
there, gazing at me steadily with that glint in her eye.
‘Has
the Wizard been in touch?’
‘Who?’
‘From
Woolston.’
‘I’ve
had a Geoff from Woolston.’
‘That’s
him. Tell him I said “blessed be”.’
Oh
my days! He wanted bats and frogs. What was he planning on doing with them? I
remembered that one of the collective nouns for bats was a cauldron of bats. My
wild imaginings were brought to a sudden halt by her next question.
‘Fancy
coming in to play?’
Play?
Monopoly? Scrabble?
‘Me
and Kerry have been watching you and we think you’re sexy.’
So
I hadn’t imagined the glint. The question crossed my mind whether Kerry was a
male or female. Best not to ask in case she took it as interest.
‘I
looked at my watch. Why did I do that? Now she’s going to think it depends on
how much time I have. I was paralysed. This was definitely one to tell Jo. What
better example of potential hazards was there? Although, I already could hear
the response ‘what’s so hazardous about someone wanting you to join in a
threesome!’ Frantic sounds from the television ended my paralysis. ‘You had
better get away from here as fast as you can!’ urged Miss Marple. I took her
advice and ran.
Author Bio – Denise Baden is Professor of Sustainability at the University of
Southampton and has published numerous book chapters and articles in the
academic realm. She wrote the script for a musical that was performed in
Southampton and London in 2016, and has written three other screenplays. This
is her first novel. Habitat Man was inspired by a real-life green garden
consultant who helped make her garden more wildlife friendly. Denise set up the
series of free Green Stories writing competitions in 2018 to inspire writers to
integrate green solutions into their writing (www.greenstories.org.uk). Habitat
Man began as an effort to showcase what a solution-based approach might look
like, and then took on a life of its own. In between teaching and research, she
is now working on the sequel.
Social
Media Links – @DABadenauthor, www.dabaden.com
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