Standing at the Crossroads 4

A sunny Wednesday morning in Southbank, Brisbane. I jumped into the water but I see her, the woman in black dress on Monday morning. This morning, she is wearing a black one-piece grandma style swimsuit with a pair of black goggles, and black swimming cap. However she stands out of the crowd from the colourful swimmers.

Now she comes out from the water, and looks like she is leaving the beach.

I want to swim for a while, because I shall have lunch with the famous cameraman, Mr. Taau, in Bavarian Bier Cafe. And I shall take him to inspect all the film shooting sites. My new film script is about a love story in Brisbane.

And I want to alter my film script a little, I want the actress looks as if this woman, always dressed in black colour.

After I went to the changing room of the beach, I found a message from my phone; Taau wants to have a quick lunch, then we shall dine at Bavarian Bier Cafe at night.

I am going to Wendyfoodie to meet Taau by noon.

I guess no one can predict I met her again.

She is in her Black t-shirt top and black tight pants, a man is sitting opposite to her, he ordered sashimi and beer, she ordered noodle and hot chocolate. He does all the talking, and she keeps eating and drinking.

I believe the husband trying to convince his discontent wife back home.

However they are not good match, from the choices of food, I can tell.

She wants freedom, but he wants discipline. That is why they are having relationship crisis.

However, she looks like she is surrendered and willing to follow him home.

I thought their story can be more exciting, but only a cliche.

My dream is broken, I thought it will be a "Breakfast in Tiffany" version 2.0.

https://youtu.be/Q7SI7N22k_A

I am listening to "Moon River" of "Breakfast in Tiffany", while waiting for Mr. Taau.

(END)

Standing at the Crossroads 3

It was very embarrassed while I was eating croissant, my fingers are busy, the cell phone rang, therefore I used the hand-free mode; I didn't realize a stranger was sitting beside me, my boss asking me the question of my studying Greek, it was only an excuse, it is very difficult to convince my boss and my friends that I wanted to do nothing in the following few months, leaving the my work behind schedule.
It is 9 o'clock in the morning, I shall find something to do. So I search the good food guide. All the bistro and bar open at 4 p.m. How to wandering in the city until 4 p.m.?
Shall I go to Museum of Brisbane? Or shall I join the Story Bridge  climbers to climb up to the top of the Story Bridge?
Or shall I visit the Treasury Casino Hotel? Reading a book at the balcony table and eating the traditional English morning tea, to get the feeling of 1900 or inside the films of Agatha Christie; feeling like a noble in the early 20 century.
Or shall I go to the "River Bar and Kitchen" for brunch, sitting at the riverside eating roasted pork and drinking grapefruit Mojito.
I am walking while searching for the good food guide, I walk to a small lane, inside this lane is a small "brew cafe wine bar", I look at the menu the cocktail jugs and roasted chicken wings are selling in affordable price, I go in to have a drink.
I sit down and order my snacks and drink, my cell phone is ringing, it's my boss again, "Agatha, I need ten new songs for a group singers, they are willing to pay 1 millions US dollars for one CD. They want to be the best singing group in all the awards presentations. Please write songs now."
"I am very busy in classroom, shall I ring you up later, bye."
Before the snacks and drink deliver to my table, I have received my boss's message, he wrote "I will come to Brisbane on Wednesday morning."
I write a message to him, "I shall meet you at Blackbird Bar & Grill, at 5.30 p.m. They have live jazz band playing on Wednesday night."
While my fingers are busy holding the chicken wings, my boss send another message to me, "I shall meet you at Wendyfoodie at noon, they have Japanese food and your favorite matcha hot chocolate. See you there."
How to wandering in the city until 4 p.m.? I want to have a drink at the "Electric Avenue", it isn't a street, but a bistro.
(To Be Continued)

Standing at crossroads 2

It is 8 o'clock in the morning, after saying goodbye to a stranger, I went to the post office sending my scripts copy to the director. Film director Wong is my boss, he has many film jobs from the famous film stars in Asia. That is why he needs a lot of scripts.
After sending the scripts, I telephone him, "Hello Wong, it's Adams, Cyril Adams, I had all the scripts mailed to your film production company in this morning."
"I am in Shinjuku, filming, I'll check it from my wife, she is in Hong Kong. See ya."
Then I wish to take a walk in the city, but I do not want meet that woman in black. It is a sunny tropical city, she is wearing a black dress, with a pair of black sun glasses, looked a bit like Audrey Hepburn walking along the city street holding a cup of coffee, but not a loaf.
I get on a bus to South Bank, where my home is.
I don't know much about Hong Kong, because I am staying in Brisbane in the past decade.  I normally working at night and got up in the afternoon. Now I need another cup of coffee.
Getting off the bus, walking alone in the coastal path under the trees. I keep thinking of this woman in black dress, her cell phone rang while we were having breakfast, the man on the phone asked her, "Agatha, why studying Greek?"
And she answered, "I need to learn Greek folk music and dance. That helps me in my compositions."
The man said, "I thought you want to write Greek songs, we do not have singers can speak Greek.”
She looked like making up lies, I believe she was lying to that man. Who will come to Australia studying Greek?
Anyway, I look at my watch, it's only 10 o'clock in the morning, "The Gresham" opens at 4 in the afternoon, what should I do? Where can I buy a glass of spirits?
I should better go home to finish my sleep, afterwards going out for my spirits.
(To Be Continued)

Standing at the crossroads 1

My first day in Brisbane.
I was arrived in the early morning, 4 a.m., took an airport bus to my holiday house in the South Bank. I decided to stay in Brisbane for couple of months, and I am wondering how to spend my time.
After entering my house without unpacking anything, I'd sent a message to my assistance, "Jane, please post a message on my blog, saying that I went to Australia studying Greek. Thank You."
Then I'd got on a bus to the city, to find a place to eat, it is so early, but there are workers got up early, too.
I went into the Botero, a coffee shop, I bought a cup of "coffee of the day". And I am so happy to find from the map that Marchetti Cafe has croissant freshly baked at 7 a.m., so I walk with my Botero coffee to the Marchetti.
A handsome man approached me while I was walking on the street, he didn't recognize me, of course, I'd only had a concert ten years ago, then I become a composer. Who knew me?
He said to me, "Excuse me, I wish to know where is a restaurant that opened in this time?"
I said, "Come with me, there is one shall have freshly baked croissants."
It wasn't my practice to make friends on the road, so I didn't ask him anything, until we walked into Marchetti Cafe, I ask him, "What do you want to eat?"
(To Be Continued)

Without explanation (2) Fiction

Date and Time: 19 May 2017, 7.00 pm

Cyril and I meet at the Queen Victoria Market, because it’s getting chilly at night, we share a Gluehwein drink.

I say, "Alfred was killed by his half brother, the half brother's family is living under poverty, but he suddenly became very rich. Alfred told his half brother that his money came from his late mother. And his half brother wished him could contribute his living expense. But Alfred refused. "

Cyril asks me, "You didn't  mention you have a rich classmate. Going to public school was not the rich family's practice."

I say, "Alfred's mother was the owner of a restaurant."

We finished our drink, and it is getting cold so we decided to dine at Melbourne Central.

After come into the warmer indoor, we choose to eat Malaysian Curry Laksa.

I say, "Operating a restaurant could buy a house and an office building in South Yarra, I want to sell the house, using the money to operate a restaurant."

Cyril, "I thought you want to study Laws."

I say, "Okay, I will buy an apartment in Port Melbourne. Rent to the nobles."

Cyril, "Nobles will buy their own palace. Shift to live in South Yarra, and study hard."

I say, "I have to quit my sales job, if I'm going back to school, therefore I need to sell the house to pay for my living expense. Or I should study part-time only, then I can keep my job. And living in South Yarra house, no need to pay rent again."

I ask Cyril, again, "Do you want to drive to the Mt Dandenong again, we haven't been there since the bush fire."

"That restaurant we used to have lunch was not opened again. Why not having lunch at Dandenong Market."

While we are talking, a stranger sits down beside us, and starts talking, "Woo, Alfred Jones died only for a few days, his widow is having an love affair with another man."

I ask her, "Who are you?"

She says, "I am a business partner of your late husband."

I say, "Are you a lawyer?"

"No, I am a money lender. We can form a new team. He gave you a house and an office building, but no cash, it was because he could not recover his capital, which was a loan lent to a debtor. The debtor was dead. We normally bearing risk like that."

Cyril paid the bill and we ran away from the noodle shop.

I want to cry, and say to Cyril, "Alfred's money came from this illegal money lending crime. I forgot to ask her name, how can we tell the police about her?"

Cyril and I go to the police department and testifying what we knew about Alfred Jones.

Police found out Alfred's mother and grandfather were disappeared and no legacy or property was found.

Police has been investigating the illegal human organ transplantation in Melbourne, and trying to relate the reported missing persons; because they had told their relatives and friends about their debts before they went missing.

Recently, there are patients have been admitted to the hospital because of organ infected by bacteria after transplantation operations at other places, which may be related.

(End)

Without explanation (1) Fiction

Date &  Time : 19 May 2017, 3.00 pm

The telephone is ringing, I pick up the phone and say, "Hello, who is it?"

A woman answer, "Mrs. Jones, I'm Mary Smith, from the Jones Solicitors; I have to tell you a bad news, parts of Mr. Jones' body were found in the harbour. We believed the suspect was telling the truth. We saw this man came into our office on Monday morning;  and Mr. Jones went away with him, at night we received his phone call asking us of ransom. We could not find you, so we did not know what to do but reported to police. This morning police arrested this suspect and he told police about the murder and dismemberment, the limbs were thrown into harbour on Monday night. Anyway, can you come to office today, because tomorrow is Saturday, we are very busy in the morning."

I didn't marry Mr. Jones, he was my classmate in secondary school.

That is why I want to find out the truth.

I rush to the office, this is my first time visit, I tell the receptionist my name, she tells me to wait for Miss Smith in the sofa.

A while later, Mary comes, she leads me to the meeting room. While we sitting down she starts talking, "Mrs. Jones, according to Mr. Jones instructions on the 8th of May, he had signed, sealed and delivered all his wealth to you, your lawful name is Ms. Agatha Rose shall be the owner of all of Mr. Alfred Jones' wealth, including this law firm and this office building, a house in South Yarra at Victoria state."

I didn't know his home address, but he knew my home address in Hawthorn and my home phone number. I didn't contact him for many years, he went to London after finished Secondary school, and I went to university in Melbourne.

Curiosity drives me to look around "my" law firm and "my" office building, a three storey office building in South Yarra. In a walking distance I can reach the house, Alfred's previous home.

I have the door key of his house. When I opened the door, the inside surprised me, he bought the house for three years without living in this house. Everything inside just as if a new built house, the sticky plastic film are still attached on the glass windows, no furniture, no curtain, no electricity or water. The hot water system is not installed.

I go back to the office after inspecting his house.

I ask Mary, "Do you know where did Mr. Jones live?"

Mary says, "Upstairs, the top floor. Let me show you the way."

Following Mary walking up the stairs to the top floor; it is an apartment, a home for a single man.

I decided to let this law firm goes on its business, and I want to sell "his" South Yarra house.

After I reached home in Hawthorn, I telephone Cyril, but his line is busy, the receptionist says, "Would you like to leave a message to Mr. Adams?" After I told her my name, and then she hung up.

Cyril and I are boyfriend and girlfriend for decades, ever since pre-school.

My phone is ringing, it's Cyril on the phone, "Agatha, what's going on, you never telephone to my office."

"Do you remember Alfred Jones? My classmate. He was murdered, the body parts were found in the harbour, that were his. He had signed, sealed, and delivered all his wealth to me one week before he was killed."

"Did you kill him?"

"No, I didn't meet him ever since we were graduated from secondary school. I thought I have to marry you in order to be rich, but now I have a law firm and a house.

I want to study laws, I have a marketing degree, but there is not much I can do in Australia."

“Yes, I guess you wish to know more about this Alfred Jones and the murder case.”

Cyril knows me well.

(To Be Continued)