Coloured lines

“Mrs Mcguire can George come out to play?”

“Sorry hun, but George has a cold, so no playing outside today.”

“Uhhhh”

“Where’s your mum?”

“I don’t know. She went to get some milk ages ago.” mumbling the last bit he turned to leave.

“Do you want to come in and help me make some ginger biscuits for Richard?”

Like the glow of an LCD bulb his little face brightened up”Can I?”

“Sure love, come on in.”

Lines had no business crossing little faces at least that’s what I think, life, however has other ideas.

With a mother who could drink his weight in a night and a dad who only cared to show up at conception, it was a surprise Richard knew his please and thank you’s.

But who was she to judge lines still found it’s way to her little one’s face, life was a persistent artist, all one can do is try to make them bright and colourful lines.

“Do you like ginger biscuits Richard?”


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Impressions

“Richard dear, come over and have a look, do you think this is an appropriate attire for meeting the other guests on board?”

“Meeting the other guests? Gertrude we aren’t ‘meeting’ the other guests, we are just going for dinner. It’s not some sort of dinner party or date.”

Rolling her eyes heavenwards “It amazes me how an executive manager like your self can be so simple minded.”

Looking out the window his smile slowly turned to a grimace and then a grin, only his darling Gertrude could make an insult sound almost like a compliment.

Stopping only to pull out another outfit from her luggage she carried on, “I mean we could be dining with a chief executive of some large corporation or even the queens nephew, one never knows but one has to be on their best.”

Richard rolled his eyes.


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Warring bedmates

Poised in mid air, his pen like cupids arrow hovered ready to hit it’s target hopefully with greater accuracy…

You rock my world …. too cliché

Your rocky smile sends my world …. rocky smile?? Arrghhh sounds like something one would say to a certain member of the fantastic four.

Strike two for cupids arrow.

………….

“Sarah, there are two things I’ve come to rely on over the last year; one as long as we’re alive life will always throw rocky circumstances way. Two, as long as I have you; your steady smile and ever so practical mind, our love like a steady stream will cut through all the rocky patches. Will you do me the honour of officially becoming my stone cutting partner?”

The view was perfect, the breeze around her unlike that in the city bid her live. It was the best spot for seeking new beginnings, as Sarah looked at her hands in his she couldn’t help noticing the jagged scar running from her fingers to her wrist. A reminder that love shared beds with hate.


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Gifts at Xmas

“13 Bethany drive, leicester ,NW3 6DZ. I have done all this with two agents in the last two hours,” sighing deeply. “Look, I have waited two weeks for my parcel, if it doesn’t arrive in the next two days I want a refund.” 

After five minutes she hung up the phone.

“Any luck this time?” Marcus asked. 

“No same stupid ‘we’re on top it and we’ll get it sorted response’ . This is what happens when you leave Christmas shopping to the last minute.” The lines on her face growing thicker.

“Come on relax Joe, as long as we have each other, christmas will be perfect. Besides the flat already feels claustrophobic and I doubt the little guy will notice anything missing.”

…………..

It was upon a foggy Christmas morning, all was calm and peaceful. Not a gift was missing or a hair out of place, Amazon had delivered and the three wise grannies had added awesome gifts to the bounty under a lovely tree.

Josephine, Marcus and Joshua had a lovely Christmas.


I must apologize for not being active last week. I failed to read your stories as well as respond to your comments on mine. Will get to it this week.

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Under the light

“I love you.”

“Really?”

“What do you mean really?”

“I mean real love or just under the light in a hidden area ‘I love you’ kind of love?”

“Wow! That sounds like a premeditated question, sounds like you don’t trust me.”

“Premeditated? Why would you think that, is your love premeditated?”

This was starting to annoy me.  What game was she playing?

Looking him straight in the eyes as a thought suddenly registered “Did your last girlfriend gilt you when you said the L word? Some girls can be so heartless.”

“How did you know? That’s exactly what happened, she left me heart broken, deeply ashamed for saying the words.”

“Oh you poor thing”  Kissing him on the cheek, she held him for a few minutes and whispered into his ears.

“Is that it?”

She smiled coyly “Well are you going to or not?”

He went down on one knee, the light right in his face.

He didn’t see the bat neither did he hear the bearer approach behind him.


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The quest

Opening his eyes he searched the world around him, a tiny voice whispered into his left ear startling him

“My name is  Moukahka, spirit of the forest. I know what you’re looking for.”

“Oh praise be to God, someone who finally knows what it is I am supposed to find.”

“Don’t you know what it is you seek?”

“No. I woke up to find myself in this mythical land.”

“Hmmm, you sound like a silly warrior. I must help you then else you’ll be totally lost.”

“Thank you lovely fairy.”

And so they set off on their journey a tiny figure leading a man bent over from trying to hold on to his guide. One walked with dainty steps, the other walked ungainly trying not to trip the both of them over.

Soon they were at the treasure spot, lovely green and white rays twinkled intermittently, boulders of different sizes and colours lay all over the place. 

“This is the treasure, now you’ve to open one of them.” giggled the fairy

Grandpa laughed “No way Daisy you’ll wait like everyone else.”


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Indirect blessings

“I’m bored.”

Silence

“I know you heard me.”

Rolling my eyes in complete displeasure, not this conversation again “can’t you be bored somewhere else?”

“Oh don’t be so harsh.”

“I thought ‘harsh’ was my nature and ‘cold’s’ yours. It’s in your DNA you always say.”

“Hmmmm! Doesn’t matter, I’m still bored.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

Sighing as the memories came rushing back.”Anything! Anything to get the media interested. I’ve missed the sound of clicking cameras, awe filled gasps and hopeful smiles.” 

Sensing no interest, but still determined “don’t you miss it, any of it?”

“I don’t care,” feigning indifference unwillingly to admit vanity existed underneath the harsh core “but if it will get you off my case, I’ll try something. Only a little stunt though nothing fancy.”

“Oh thank you Sunny, now where should I stand?”

“Stand in the corner and put on your dark grey dress.”

Golden yellow hues filled the sky as the clouds darkened giving it the perfect contrast.

The cameras clicked, people sighed, hope for a better tomorrow shone through the sunset.


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Self potrait

Blue, a soothing deep blue colour. A wave of calm washes over you, visually the mind draws strength from the calm contained powers of a water body at rest. Rest, calm, still… yes those words describe the water before me. Restful but not empty, calm but not devoid of darkness, still but not dead. Planktoons float through, fishes swim the depths, boats rest atop. Still but not dead. A home for one, a leisure habitat for another. A safe play pen for the skilled, a death wish for the unskilled. A potential dumping ground for the manufacturing tycoon, a harvest field for the agricultural tycoon.

Sitting on the pier, it dawns on me that such is my life many things to different people. I cannot change the lens that captures my depth; I cannot change the lens but I will guard my reality from poisonous words. Float the poison off and sink in the truth. Polish my lens for the season changes so does the image.

See you soon water body, for me you’ve been strength.


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Hagues bridge

“Bury it at the foot of the bridge where traders sell their ware under a veil. When the moon bares its full face speak the words and sprinkle the dust across the arch and fall of the bridge.”

To an outsider I would appear a lonesome figure scurrying across the bridge, my trail of ash hidden by the night sky. Whisking past the pedallers of wanton desire, I tightened my veil, dust my hands as I speak the words into the mists of darkness. Retreating back to shadows from whence I came, I smile at the sewer rats making a meal of a blackened chicken carcass. Rabidly tearing at it’s head, scratching in delight at every morsel, snarling at each other, much like me and my master.Gutter rats soon to dine on royalties carcass.

“It is done, mistress.”

“I know, the scent of blood  flows in the river Artizart its current pull at my vein. Tonight the Prince will scourge the womb that bore him, the axe will swing and the kings mind will become locked in a dungeon of mist. “


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Free holidays in Freetown

This is going to be the best holiday of my life. For starters no bills will be left on paid, no monthly pay backs or threatening letters looming on the horizon. This was an all expense paid trip and boy was I going to enjoy it. Fifteen years of my life and I’ve never had a proper holiday, you know a holiday I didn’t settle for due to budget constraints now that sounds like something my boss would say. 

I packed the camping gear …. a thousand pounds off.

I packed the food and my special rock climbing gear ….. five hundred pounds off. 

Ohh this was going to be fun. The Mrs was certainly excited too, she was looking forward to the swimming classes at the camps private pool.

The best part was knowing there won’t be work waiting me straight off the holiday for two weeks.

………………….

Click!

Click, click click.

“Say goodbye to your insurance claim Matt Nicholson. Shame your fifteen years has all been for nought.”


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