Fleeing the Scene ( A Short Story )

Heart and lungs ached beyond mortal endurance as he fled, and heard with dread the footsteps behind him,seemingly chasing after him on the dark country lane.
He cursed his own folly for having given in to a panic which as a veteran practitioner of the dark arts of espionage and assassination he ought not to have experienced let alone given into so cravenly.
He’d gotten there late in any event,long after the three others had commenced partaking of the sumptuous repast.And natural inquisitiveness,especially from Marlowe, had caused him to recount as plausibly as he was able the reasons.He realised this was more to put the other two, Poley and Skeres at their ease,for they too were more than a little anxious at his, Ingram Frizer’s tardiness.
With formal,gentlemanly apologies now aside,he partook of the repast with uncommon relish.His ride from Walsingham’s residence out here to Eleanor Bull’s reputable lodging house here at Deptford was far too hastily arranged and improvised for Frizer’s own professional liking.
Scant planning and the gift of one of Walsingham’s own blades that had seen action across the water in Holland
were hardly compensation enough for his disquieted demeanour. What was asked of Poley,Skeres and not least himself would  under more reflective circumstances been rejected as too hasty and open to failure.
But Marlowe the scribbler. the critic nonpareil,the one who shared his outrageous opinions with all and sundry;those who would listen and many more who heard them because of the timbre of his prevailing larynx,proved alluring enough for the three of them to go ahead with the bare bones of Walsingham’s idea.
With the sumptuous repast coming to an end and their bellies and spirits satiated with Mistress Bull’s copious wines and ales;the boisterous exchange of opinions both large and small took an inevitable turn,one that Frizer was alerted to wait for as patiently as need be by Walsingham himself. The turn that came when Marlowe, ever the disputant, could not hold himself or his temper so fused by imbibing,back from the precipice he himself was allowed to carve.
 
Afterward,standing in front of their Master Walsingham ,they would all remark how so like one of Marlowe’s or indeed Master Shakespeare’s stage plays with its own cunningly crafted directions for the players it all seemed to unfold at the time.
Which of course was a lie,as Ingram Frizer, his heart and lungs fit to burst on this deserted country lane in the pitch black with hell hound footsteps behind him,knew perfectly well. He had to come out of this mise-en-scene more alive than that poor sod Marlowe whose last look in this passing mortal sphere was one of sublime incomprehension.
And as his loping strides brought him ineluctably to the stables at the rear of the tavern by the bridge and his silken tradecraft let him deftly unhitch and ride off on a stolen steed back to Westminster with his report of mission accomplished- his mind conjured one more illusion.What would Christopher Marlowe write of this night in one of his plays?
With the footsteps heard on a dark country lane receding far, far into the background Ingram Frizer let his imagination roam thus:-
 
” Four figures in a room darkly conclaved,hushed breaths escape from the mirrors’ taut embrace.
Leaving no trace of having been expelled from any mouth nor orifice so plain that might betray the breather’s fear.
Malice aforethought alone leaving imprints in the air amid this spectral scene. A coven’d place where meaning and word
intertwine where shadow and light danced their furtive Pavane,
Swirling about,word without meaning,meaning without form,form without content into an empty shapeless void.
And in the dimness of guttering candles, the trails of reason evaporated and in the morning to come a new naive horizon bearing a false dawn. “

 

About Louis Kasatkin

Freelance Writer,Journalist, Performance Poet and Poetry Promoter Resume / CV Senior Editor , 2014 - Member,Board of Senior Editors,”Episteme” -Online Journal of Bharat College,Mumbai Editorial Administrator ,2011 – to date At http://www.destinypoets.co.uk the internationally renowned poetry website in partnership with and centred at Destiny Christian Church, Wakefield, England Schools based Poetry Masterclasses, 2001- to date Louis has delivered his poetry masterclasses in interactive workshop format in primary and secondary schools throughout the City of Wakefield and further afield. His masterclasses have often been the pupils’ first and only opportunity for schools to work with a professional poet. Executive Producer,Wakefield Wireless Mysteries 2012 –14 Louis had the leadership role in this groundbreaking play-for-voices, a contemporary update of the world renowned Medieval Passion plays. He secured the support of Mary Creagh ,Member of Parliament for Wakefield as the project’s Patron. Performance Poetry Residencies 2010- to date with Destiny Christian Church 2001-2002 -Poet-in-Residence at Wakefield Cathedral 1999-2000 -Poet-in-Residence at Wakefield Trinity Wildcats Rugby League Football Club Poetry Group Leadership Roles 2010-to date Founder of Destiny Poets 2004-2010 -President, The Black Horse Poets of Wakefield. 2002-2007 -Founder and Convenor of The Cathedral Poets of Wakefield. Publications Poetry Anthologies ( Author ) 2004- A Very Special Collection with The Cathedral Poets 2002- Louis & friends-Wakefield Cathedral Poetry Anthology Poetry Magazines ( Editor ) 2010- to date “ The Elephant” –Destiny Poets’ published thrice annually 2004-2008 – “From The Horse’s Mouth” – The Black Horse Poets published twice yearly. 2005-2006 – “Poetry Wakefield,City & Dioceses”- The Cathedral Poets/ The Black Horse Poets A quarterly magazine for all schools within the City and Diocese of Wakefield. 2002- “ The Cathedral Poets “ – eponymously titled monthly poetry supplement to Cathedral News magazine. Freelance Journalism 1979 – 1994 Leeds Other Paper , co-operatively run alternative weekly news publication ,featuring local gig guide, investigative reporting ignored by the mainstream,etc.Louis was primarily the LOP’s Rugby league correspondent – “The Man in the Stand” – from 1983 to 1994 besides erstwhile cultural commentator and guerrilla investigative reporter starting in 1979. Academic Qualifications B.A.( Hons.) Organisation Studies 2.2 from Bradford College, 1981 – 1984 Poetry Awards & Recognition 2013 – Overseas Award for Excellence in Arts Conferred by AuthorsPress ,New Dehli 2008- Civic Reception held by Wakefield Metropolitan District Council, hosted by the Lord Mayor to honour the 10th Anniversary of the Black Horse Poets. 2007- Winner of “Wakefield Poet of the Year”-The prestigious Jane Harrison MemoriaL Award at the annual Wakefield Poetry Awards. 2003- Winner of the inaugural Leeds International Peace Festival Poetry Prize (Adult section) with “Hudson River Interlude”, a commemorative poem honouring the victims of 9/11.
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