Ingrid was an ex German shot putter with a penchant for hirsute women and a vile temper. They shared the same caravan and Kitty had decided that Ingrid's constant attempts to infiltrate her bed were the final straw. Ingrid was, Kitty believed, of a psychotic bent and was the master of manipulation. Many women had passed through the hallowed sheets of Ingrid's love bed, most left with a broken heart and a head filled with vacant promises. Strange really, that Ingrid at 6 foot 5 with hands like an octopus, more hair on her face than Van Halen, could be such an Adonis. It’s the lies you see, compulsion to believe in the unbelievable is more spellbinding and hypnotic than any facade of beauty could ever muster. Why is it, as human beings that we long to attain what we can't have and will break out hearts in its futile pursuit. Ingrid was the tornado that ripped through women's hearts, leaving an emotional debris field in its wake. Kitty felt she was held hostage by Ingrid, as most people did. There is something very powerful about a person so deeply drenched in denial of self, that they will suck the life from others, almost with there consent.
Kitty was born to a large family of druids who roamed the countryside. Nomadic then by nature, Kitty was always on the move. She always slept with a pair of shoes by her bed in case she had to flee in the night. Kitty was ex communicated from her Druid family, due to an incident with her mother, and had vowed to keep moving ever since. The emotional scars she bore were soul deep and often when she was unguarded, the poison in that soul scar would suppurate to the surface. This would often pre-empt a move and perhaps that was happening now.
The circus scene was in itself liberation. Kitty learned the high wire early in life and was blessed with bendy ligaments and double jointed hips. Kitty could fold herself into a vase in less than 10 seconds. Her fear of heights was the only drawback to this job of hers, which as the high wire act was a disadvantage.
Kitty was very fond of Madame Vassa, the medium, tarot reader for Pippins Circus. They shared a love of Elvis Presley and a knack for empathy and looking into others souls. Her recent reading with Vassa had unearthed a possibility that Carlos Pippins, the owner, was perhaps filtering away the profits to a gambling habit. Vassa, who worked in the royal household before she defected to the Circus, told Kitty that she must follow the wind to her hearts desire. Kitty with her flowing dark curly hair and mesmerising grey slate eyes, had never succumbed to that nasty virus of love, she had kept her heart in its Pandora's box, and no-one had been able to allow the contents to face the sun.
Love is seen as the panacea to life's ills. Kitty believed the opposite, no love, no harm no foul. Keep the heart to oneself and the chance of it ever having to experience pain was minimal. That was Kitty's forte and long may it reign! Love would never sniff at her door, and if it did, that door was rusted shut. Like a barnacle to a rock the fortress was in lock down.
The day of her escape, the release from her myopic existence drew ever closer. Vassa was the only accomplice to this emotional extraction. Kitty has chosen the full moon for her parole; she could never quite shake her druid roots. Not only would the moon provide the ethereal light she needed for escape, it also harboured magical qualities that would assist her. The angels of the moonlight would, in her mind, escort her to freedom. Ingrid was particularly moody these days, as she had caught genital warts from the Elephant keeper, and was struggling with her Lycra outfit. This preoccupation would Kitty thought, be a bonus. Also the sight of Ingrid clawing at her lower regions to gain some relief was in itself just rewards.
Kitty thought about what her grandmother used to say. “Kitty, if you play with the imps then the leprechauns come out to play too". Was this what was happening to Ingrid? She had played too often with the smaller more vulnerable elements, and now the combined treachery had manifested in a virulent infection. Ingrid had slept with the entire circus population, no labia was left untouched, apart from Kitty's.
Kitty had squirreled away a nice tidy sum of cash. Another bonus of the circus was the tax break. As she despised banks or any institutions that were ruled by an elite, she dealt only in cash and refused to sign her name to any government paper. She has decided to move East, and would traverse where she was led.
Bags packed and hidden behind the beer tent, the moon had been hidden by a dense layer of thunder clouds, and the portent that this was a bad idea was beginning to strike. Vassa had arranged for her to stay with the White Witches of Avebury for a few days. They were expecting her and had already fashioned a spell for safe travel and prosperity. Vassa was famous in
Kitty could see Ingrid silhouetted in the caravan light, she had earlier seduced one of the teenage daughters of the dancing team, and was clearly preparing herself for sexual lentamente. The girl almost three decades younger looked insulting young and naive. Like a lamb to slaughter the young girl bleated away, as Ingrid went in for the kill....yet Kitty was almost amused at the thought of Ingrid, dripping with sudocreme!
Now was the time for Kitty to make her move.....
