Riga Snow Ida

 

 

 

Riga Snow Ida

Riga was over Crete. She flew her flying disc low over the sea. The warm blue water reflected the sky. The same water and sky were reflected on the mirror smooth silver flying machine. Her right hand moved the control column and the large disc banked into a turn then climbed. Out of her viewing window the coast line changed shape and form. Becoming more visible. She increased power and levelled off. There to her right was Mount Ida. Foothills rose up from the coast eventually ascending up almost two miles in height.

 

Look at that! There is still snow on top of it. I must go there. Right now! Riga turned towards the huge peak. Lines of other mountains were nearby. I mustn't fly into them in my excitement!

 

The small gal squinted then put on her glasses. Her brown eyes were mischievous now, full of longing. Riga wanted to be there now. Atop Mount Ida in the snow.

 

"I will fly more to the right, a slight increase in speed and climbing angle. Following the terrain." Below the spaceship, the ground rose. Multiple ridge lines and smaller peaks were here. Riga leaned forward and stared in awe.

 

This is bloody awesome! Look at the size of Mount Ida. Simply huge. How wide is it? The altitude numbers increased into the multiple thousands. Riga was almost to the top. The ocean was a distant hazy blue now. Two shades lighter than the March summer sky. That was cloudless. How can there be snow up here if there are no snow clouds?

 

Riga was by the summit now. She slowed her craft and was level. Her silver disc was stationery. Snow reflected on it. Riga wanted to feel the snow!

 

"Time to land. I will do this manually. Ok, landing gear down, forcefield off, ship is visible. Here we go. Right on the top, at the very summit. Ok, slowly now, just a few feet to go. There we go. Touch down..."

 

​I'm only wearing shorts and an old t shirt. To Hell with it. Where's my trainers? There. Got my small army camera. Time to experience real snow again. It's been so long. Riga opened the lower hull door in the cargo bay. She stared at the white ground. Part was flat and part sloped down to the edge of the summit. A clear blue sky was above. Cold air came into the door opening. Riga left the fields and shields off. It was safe here.

 

In a bound the small gal jumped down. And landed in two feet of snow! She plopped down on her butt. It was cold! Her hands felt the cold white snow and patted it and slapped it. Coldness chilled her legs. With her left fingers she scooped up some snow and tasted it. You guessed it, it was cold! Riga yelped like a school gal. It was kilig time! All full of giggles. She jumped up and ran about in circles, dancing skipping and acting the fool. She screeched and made girly noises.

 

"Snow snow snow! Here I am atop Mount Ida. Brought here by my spaceship. Look look look! It's so coooooold..." Riga rubbed herself and doubled up, rubbing her legs and back and sides. "Cold snow, all belonging to Riga. And Mount Ida. At least just for now. Mount Ida and snow all for Riga. Mine mine mine..."

 

Where is that lazy Pedro? I bet he would like this. Oh yes, he's on guard duty in Antarctica. A pity I never went there and abducted him then brought him here. Like a starstruck lover Riga again danced in the snow. She picked a large handful and made a snowball. This she threw at her flying disc. It thudded off the armoured alloy side. Again, she made a snowball. This time she ate some of it. It was cold and froze her teeth and belly when she swallowed it. Silly Riga! Now cold Riga.

 

More prancing in the snow till her small legs were red with cold. Now shivering, she returned to the ship. Totally exhilarated a little tired and quite cold. She clapped her hands and closed the lower door. Her glasses were all fogged up. She ordered the computer to turn up the heating. Riga stripped off her shorts and t shirt and underwear and ran to the shower. She set the water to hot and jumped in. It stung her skin and she yelped. Her grin said it all. Riga all alone atop Mount Ida absolutely loving it. It rarely was better than this. She had some good video tape on her army camera. Her friends would think she was mad!

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Riga Meets Sarah

 

Riga Meets Sarah

Imagine a place where you can meet people. Riga met Sarah. A meeting that never should've happened. Both wanted to meet missing loved ones. They went to this place to do that. The people they met were not who they wanted to.

 

I miss my father. That fact never ever goes away. If only there was a way to finally be together. Other than my own death. Meeting my father in dreams and by spaceship doesn't count. It's not... Real.

 

Lee, I miss you. Where are you now? Did you know that John and I were together? We were happy for a few years. Can you believe that? We denounced war. Threw away all our guns. We had a son. A difficult birth. He was a monster. That's what we called him. Monster. The radiation...

 

"Who are you? You are not Lee?" Sarah was so confused. "What the Hell?'

 

"Where's my father? He should be here. Not you!" Riga also perplexed. She shook her head.

 

"This place..." Sarah waved her hands.

 

"It's not what it's meant to me." Riga wiped her tears away.

 

"I know. Tell me about it. I’m Sarah."

 

"Sarah? I'm Riga. Nice to meet you."

 

"Likewise. How are you? What's the matter? Please don't cry."

 

"I came here to see my father. He died before his time."

 

"I'm so sorry Riga. Please don't be sad."

 

I'm always sad after my father died. It's why I left my boyfriend Pedro and gave him Hell. Thanks for your kind words Sarah."

 

"I am sorry Riga. We all lose those we love. My friend Lee died. We were all soldiers. The English army killed him. It was terrible. We won the fight but who won the war? I certainly didn't..."

 

“I am sorry too for your friend Lee’s death. You just have been close. It's ok about my father. Thank you...."

 

"I guess we are both the same. Sisters in death and loss. You're not alone now Riga. I am your friend..."

 

"Thank you. I need a friend. Sarah is a pretty name."

 

"I'm from Oldham. In England. My home town. It was destroyed with a nuclear bomb. You see we were at war..."

 

"I'm sorry about all that. The war. Your friend dying. Your home destroyed like that."

 

"Yes Riga. Modern weapons are powerful. That one was. I fought my own wars and demons. Different from yours."

 

"I knew a witch. She gave me her spaceship. I went looking for my father..."

 

"Juniper's Daughter? You knew her? Fuck. She was my friend too. She was strange. Though a good person. She was also a soldier. Her wars were also different yet relatable..."

 

"Fancy that. We both knew the witch. It’s a small world my friend. A small world..."

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Riga More Than Words Brian Von Blimp

 Join Riga in new stories about her life in different realities. The work here is both familiar and new. She works in a call centre. She ventures far in her flying disc. She rekindles things with her ex Pedro. There is an erotic script here. How will Riga be in it? Learn more about how Riga thinks. Critical thinking is a must if you want to control your life. Riga introduces one of her daughters here. Her daughter is a pilot defending freedom. A poetry section is also featured. Do you relate to little Riga?

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Riga Events Propagate by Brian Von Blimp

  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. Have a think and compare your own life. How different is it? Are you happy in just one reality? Go and change it. Learn from Riga.

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Riga Timed

 

 

 

 

Riga Timed

Riga was inside a grey pipe. The pipe was above a road and footpath in Madrid. She climbed inside the pipe via a service hatch at midnight. There was nobody about midweek. She dressed in black. Ankle boots, combat trouser, jumper, jacket and wool hat. Plus gloves. The hatch was hard to open but she used WD40 and spanners. It was heavy and cumbersome so she took her time. It opened upwards. She lifted it up and slithered inside. Upon lowering it she left the fasteners unconnected. An observer wouldn't suspect then. The pipe was five feet in diameter. The height of Riga! She ducked a little bit as the upper surface was greasy. The pipe was used for oil. At the moment it was empty except for a small amount in the bottom. Riga walked thirty yards to where the pipe was above the footpath. It crossed the road. From inside her shoulder bag she took a time bomb. This was wrapped in water proof tape. A small green digital dial faintly illuminated. Riga carefully programmed the bomb and saved it. This was set to detonate in the future. Not just at any time. She knew when a certain individual would be passing. The bomb would explode wrecking part of the pipe and the passing person. Even if oil started to flow the bomb would work. Riga placed the bomb on the side of the pipe. It was held onto the metal side by strong magnets. The battery life was months. Four kilos of plastic explosive would do the job. The target would die. The target had done several bad deeds that were hindering the world. For this he was a target. His dastardly deeds would cease. The world would be partly safer. Little Riga doing another operative job. She left after planting the bomb. She had never been here...

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Riga Knows

 

 

 

 

Riga Knows

Riga knew that things in life would always be difficult

Some things were controllable like her attitude to Pedro

After her father died she left Pedro as he was married

And would never be free unless he left his legal Indian wife

Being of half Portuguese and half Indian descent

He lived with her for visa and legal reasons

She accepted this for years had no issue with it

When her father died she realized what it all was

She was living a lie of the greatest magnitude

Even if Pedro loved her he legally belonged to another

And this was a moral ethical sin and the biggest lie

Riga was always honest with herself even in grief

Her father’s death was six weeks ago

And she ended her relationship with Pedro

While wearing a sexy black gothic mourning dress

It’s over Pedro I cannot give you what you want

This is not what I want now no more living a lie

Don’t touch me boundaries we are over for good

And so Riga left Pedro wounding him deeply

Ending what he knew was most precious

Above all things breaking him in two as a man

Yet both hadn’t failed far from it for love was created

Two and a half years of love intimacy trust shared times

Riga rapidly moved on from ending their relationship

She controlled her thoughts and actions on Pedro

Struggled more dealing with her father’s grief

Refusing professional help for she wasn’t crazy

Just sad sorrowful heartbroken missing her dad

Who died before his time on his birthday

That would take getting used to

And a different life approach

Living for now being mindful and positive

Spending time with her daughters

Her own needs mattered as did work

Family was first drop Pedro no friendship

It wouldn’t work as he deeply loved Riga

So she shut the door on him for good

Pedro focused on his work and hiking

Becoming a soldier again in South America

In this reality he still wrote songs about her

And sang them when alone far from home

Riga controlled what she could it was enough

She was Riga from Dhaka