Riga shimmers

Riga Shimmer

See how it shimmers. The clear computer graphics on screen. In the cockpit of the Russian fighter bomber. Contrasting to the even clearer sky. No light pollution this far north. Dark on the horizon behind me. Orange purple yellow ahead of me. Soon dark everywhere. Seemingly flat. I can fly high enough to see the planet's curve. Something mystical magical other worldly about all of this. Maybe God and His angels see this? As does the flying saucer on my right wing. There is Riga. On time as agreed. Her silver craft part dark part shiny in the dying light. We agreed to fly together. I have missed my old flame. Did she miss me? One thing I learned. Make it count your time together.  Take nothing for granted. Especially love with an alien gal...

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Riga Venez Return

 

 

 

Riga Venez Return

Was it possible to be in a place before you were there? Yes. It was green. In the jungle. Riga had a job to do. Intercept a boat and kill the target without getting wet. She was the best. Trained in several things. Weapons use, living off the land, leadership training. She knew most of these things. Training added to it. A small female with excellent critical thinking skills. But bad moods. Small but terrible! Ask her ex-boyfriend Pedro. He was beasted many times. Riga went back to Venez after she left him. For the love of God don't go there! You will get killed! No, I will be fine. I will kill a target. Just like my time there before. Let me go! We are over Pedro. This is final. Thank you for your concern. I will be fine. I am Riga! You take care too. In all ways. My old boss wants me back. To work. Yes, him. I know you don't like him. We were lovers before. Like you, he likes my curves. He loves my fantastic arse! Enough of that. Go and find a new lover, Pedro. I am busy. Do not disturb me. Respect my time away from you. I have training to do. I need to increase my fitness. No flirting now. Or touching. Boundaries now. Move on. I order you to let me go! Control your moods and don't ask if we are fine. I am going to Venez soon. There will be no goodbyes. Riga was already back in the jungles of Venezuela. It was the same but different. The trees were the same but her rifle was different. She'd missed this place. Trees water wildlife. Leadership shooting soldiering critical thinking and unsaid things. Soon now.

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Riga Times

 

 

Riga Times

Riga had many varied times in her life. Some were fine others not. They were like a car’s foot pedals. Some fast-accelerating others slow and stopping. One good speedy time was when she went to the province with her husband. They went to see a river. It was blue on colour. People from all around went to view it. This was on their off days. Work allowed her to do this. Five days’ work and two off. Make it count. They took their daughters there. It was a four-hour drive. The blue water river was cold wet deep fast unique. Optics and light refraction made the water so coloured. There were four others like it in Bangladesh. Her husband was about to be posted away to a different town. This was their last time together as a family till he returned in three months. Government work needed doing. Riga was a sup in a call centre. It paid well and she worked hard. Work wasn't on her scope today. They were a family. And sang songs on the trip. The radio provided the music. Riga knew a Philippine short-wave metal channel. Razorback, Kamikazee and Wolfgang were loud. Her husband drove. They all sang alternative music. The trip lasted forever. No time mattered in these moments. Riga talked to her husband. She remembered how they met. It seemed like yesterday. He smiled and nodded. All the best years my dear. They stopped off at an eating place for curry and bread. The ice water was wonderful. Their daughters told jokes and compared school days. The eldest laughed that there was a boy in class. He was always noisy and his name was on the board. Just like some I knew Riga added with a smirk. Riga was only on the board once. She didn't like detention or lines. Such a fast learner. They contained their drive. Traffic was light. There was a break in the monsoons. Upon arriving at the river Riga said are we ready? This will be awesome. And it was. The water was sky blue! Like the sky fell into the river. It flowed swiftly. Darting shapes of fish could be seen. They swam faster than the current. Impossible to tell the type. The family took photos and selfies on their digital cameras and early model phones. Maybe one day phones would improve to do good quality video. Riga found a rock by the bank and they sat down on a Hello Kitty blanket. This blanket was as old as her eldest daughter and all liked it. The sun was high and the shaded trees were virtuous. Her husband said he would miss them when in the other town. Riga said make this day count. And call me every day. Use a pay phone if the signal is bad. You know I miss you. They continued to enjoy the day. Riga had brought some rice cakes and province biscuits. It went well with orange juice and coffee. In this nation family times mattered most. It was simply precious. Like the blue river. Look at it. How come it's so blue and wonderful? Wonderful like you Riga. And her family. Some things were just right.

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Riga Events Propagate

 Join Riga as she flies her flying saucer to different planets. 
She also flies her plane and grieves after her lover crashes. 
Riga also works in varied jobs, as diverse as a call centre and also making fighter jets. 
Work is work, life is life, love is love, Riga is Riga. 
Small but terrible and very funny. Do not annoy her! Win her over and she will adore you. 
Take a look at Riga and her escapades in different realities. 

 

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Riga Shoot

 Riga Shoot 

Riga was once in high school. She saw another pupil shoot a guy who came into class. It wasn't nice and it was needed. It happened fast. 

One pupil was by the board. His job was to write down who was noisy. Riga wasn't on the list. She was being good today. For she wanted a biscuit off the teacher. However, two pupils were on the board. Emma and Tomas. Jomil was the board writer. Two were fine but more needed. Teacher would reward him with more biscuits. 

Just then a commotion happened. A scruffy man in a stained yellow t shirt and be black cargo pants barged into the room. He kicked the door open and entered. 

"Money! Give me your money now! All of you. And your phones. Come on kids! And teacher you too. Or I will plug you!" From his front pocket he withdrew a gun. It was silver and white. 

Riga stared at the man and the pistol he held. He wants our money! I don't have any. Only my bus fair. Oh no! I don't want him to shoot me...

Jomil broke the shocked silence. "We will give you our.money Sir. We are poor students. So it will not be a lot."

The teacher acted next. "Lee. Go round and get the students money. Put it in this cup. Then give it to the man. I don't want anybody hurt."

"Yes teacher. I'm scared though Miss!" Lee stood up and got the cup off teacher.  

"It's fine. Nothing will happen Lee. Do as the man asks." Teacher watched. 

"Hurry up kids! I don't have all day. Fill up the cup. Hurry." The robber pointed and waved his gun. 

"You will get your money,' the teacher replied. "Please do not hurt anybody."

Lee went from student to student and picked up their pennies. It was bus fair and lunch money. None worked so there was nothing substantial to steal. He got to Riga. 

Riga was scared but determined not to show it. She reached into her pocket while watching the gun man and Lee and then teacher. She dropped a few pennies into the almost empty cup. Lee finished going round the class. 

Jomil pissed himself. Smelly warm piss ran down his leg and onto the red tiled floor. Nobody laughed. A gal started crying and his her hands. 

Lee was the last to put his pennies into the cup. He shook at he gave the cup to his teacher. She put her own bus fair and lunch money onto the cup. It wasn't half full. 

The teacher took the cup over to the gun man. It took real strength to do that. His chrome pistol was aimed at her. "Here is your money Sir. Please do not kill is all."

"Thank you for the money. There's not a lot..." The gun man shook the cup. The pennies rattled. Not enough for six beers...

"My class are second year students. None of them work or have money. And the government pats my wage. That's it." The teacher looked at her opponent. She said it as it was and was determined not to be humiliated. And to protect her class. 

Riga watched it all closely. She heard the gun man demand their phones. He told Lee to go and collect their mobiles. One student protested loudly. He complained his phone was off his father. A Christmas gift. The teacher tried replying but the gun man cut her off. 

"Do not piss me off. I will kill you first!" The teacher stood her ground. The gun man waved his weapon. 

"Ok. You heard him. Get ready to give him your phones..." This had to end. Without fatalities. Phones could be replaced. Live couldn't. 

 

A big student called Tumo acted. This had to end. He slowly reached into his jeans pocket. There he had a licenced pistol. It carried five shots and was small. He was the oldest in class. He wanted to be a cop upon graduating. Tumo knew that if he warned the gun man he would be killed. Surprise mattered. He fingered off the safety and put the gun by his side. In a fast movement he kept low below waist height. He watched the shooter. With the gun in his left hand he crouched and ran at the man. And fired once into each leg. The reports were loud and startling. Each shot hit home! Just like when he practiced with his father.

"Aaaaah!" Screamed the wounded gun man. He dropped his silver chrome handled revolver. It was never fired. He tried to walk but fell to the floor. He clutched at an empty desk and it fell over on him. He swore evil words.

"Quick! Kick his gun away. Restrain him!" The teacher said. She ran to the disabled man. He crawled on the floor. Going for his gun. Two others ran to assist. Riga got up and kicked the unfired weapon away. Unfired. They were so so lucky. 

Tumo went over and pointed his own small pistol at the robber. Blood slowly seeped from his wounds onto the floor. 

"Do not move asshole!" Tumo kicked the man in the side. The man complied and cried out in pain. Just then sirens cut through the air. The cops were on the way!

"Students stay at your desks. The three of you restraining the man, make sure he doesn't move. Wait for the police." All did as told. Riga was one of the three kneeling on him and keeping him in place. 

Riga was scared but knew she had to help out. And to also learn from this incident. Just another day at school. What would her parents say? As long as she was fine. Only that mattered. Her sister would be more upset. She really cared about her younger sister...

Riga Turned About

 

Riga Turned About

Riga was drinking coffee and watching Sunday morning TV. It was news and religious programmes. Nothing too heavy. Just now she missed her ex-boyfriend Pedro. She left him 14 months ago. This was a long time. She controlled her thoughts for him and of him. If a song came on the radio, she changed station. If she saw the same type car he once owned, Riga looked at the car next to it. So, her focus was on that. Critical thinking was key in keeping Pedro out of head and life. He wasn’t physically in her life or house anymore. She intended to keep it that way. But just now Pedro was in her head. This meant in her life. The random thought of him appeared there.

Why do you choose to visit my mind and emotions now Pedro? I remember when we went to Hellfire Falls at Angel Peak Mountain in Vietnam. Do you remember going there? It was a three-day trip and we flew there. At one point we had to fly up mountain valleys, so high were the mountains. We hiked and swam and sunbathed. You said you liked Vietnamese food. It’s a lot like Thai or Filipino. And we promised to be together forever. Looking back, I know that wasn’t possible. Define forever Pedro my old love. Now get the fuck out of my head! I’ll think of America’s new war with Cuba…

“I wish you were here with my Riga. I’m up on Satan’s Ledge in Brazil. You did some jobs not far form here as a soldier. Do you remember? But never went here. I took a week off work just to camp here. You’d like it here…” Pedro filmed a video. His camera took in rich jungle and forest thousands of feet below. The ground gently sloped upwards to his present position. He was sat on a rock a mile up. This rock was jagged at one side and smooth at the other. What natural process would do this? How odd. He drank some water and ate a protein bar. It was just him and his GPS tracker. Yes, Riga would like this. I remember her like yesterday. She is cold now and will not think of me nor care about me. It was good while it lasted. If only I left my legal wife back then… Pedro drank more water, wiped his mouth with his hand and stood up. He flexed his aching legs. It was time to go to the summit. If anything happened out here he was fucked. Would Riga care then or not?

 

 

Riga and so

fix what is broken - the issues - all things are possible

Riga And So

In a dusty South American mountain town events happened. No need to describe it for it was shown to the inhabitants. High Definition video images beamed to their mind's eye. Step by step. All were aware. Riga looked up. There it was. 

'I see a ship. It is like the one I once owned. In a different reality. The shape is similar as is the size. Why are they beaming video films to our heads? It's a good job I wear a tin foil hat!'

The small gal was running. Small rocks threatened to trip her. Her leg went from under as a rock tripped her. Down she went. 'Ow! My damn foot. Stupid rocks! Who put them there? Bastards...'

Her hand felt her head. The tin foil hat was gone. She swore and raised a middle finger. Swivel! A video image entered her head. It showed a small silver triangle glittering in the sun. The film zoomed in. From its metal belly small rocks fell. A lot of them. It was the aliens who put the rocks there. Your world is ours now.

'You cocksuckers! I almost broke my ankle on them. You...' The small gal was fuming. More film occupied her mind. 

She sent her mental images and emotions back to whomever put them there. If it was aliens she wished them Hell! Or at least the same. Twisted sore ankles! They sent video back of hazy black shapes laughing. She shook her head and raised two fingers to the sky.

'It hurts. Look at the redness. Almost broken. I can't...' Riga stood up and limped. She shook her head. 'Fucking aliens. If I had access to my own flying saucer I'd laser your arses out of existance!'

Miles of flat dried mud were between her and her destination. On the flat ground were millions of rocks. Put there by aliens! 'And look there! Another alien ship dropping more of them. My goodness! I will write those bastards up. Just wait. Riga is mad...' 

In her mind a plan formed. She knew a way to get rid of both the rocks and annoying aliens. They were here to deposit rocks all over Planet Earth so they could colonize it. Riga knew just what to do. 'I will conference call Juniper's Daughter. We will see how long your plans last...'   

There was nothing wrong than a small pissed off Riga who wanted to get even...

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