Monday, 25 November 2013
Friday, 22 November 2013
A successful marriage is all about give and take
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Beer can in hand, Billy said, 'Mate, I think you're in bed with my wife.'
'No pal, it’s kosher, I'm just mending the bed slats and they needed testing.'
Katie gave a look: 'You're think I'd be that stupid.'
Billy, ignoring the discarded trousers, opened his beer and said, 'No.'
Beer can in hand, Billy said, 'Mate, I think you're in bed with my wife.'
'No pal, it’s kosher, I'm just mending the bed slats and they needed testing.'
Katie gave a look: 'You're think I'd be that stupid.'
Billy, ignoring the discarded trousers, opened his beer and said, 'No.'
Thursday, 21 November 2013
A Life Missed
Daisy was our first cat as a married couple. She arrived as a kitten, trembling and clinging to us for comfort.
As she grew, a Queen appeared, disdaining to notice dogs, rivals and us. But in darkness, she was our solitary guardian by our sleeping heads.
She left curled in pain, limbs poking stiffly giving us no chance to comfort or ease trembling for a last time.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Just because it happens, don't make it true
In the great Hall the tables were laid with roasts of the hunt, and wine from all lands in clay goblets. And the sons of land and war feasted.
But to the horn's deep bellow a silence fall as gold and silver cups were paraded to the King and his wives. To cheers, they were raised in praise of gods in bronze that sat in judgement behind the throne.
Then the air rent and the fingers of a hand appeared and wrote on the plaster of the wall, near the lamps opposite the King. And then to the sound of faint strange words, it faded away in a burst of light.
'Stop you stupid boy.' Professor Skolling pressed a button and the portal image faded into popping blue dots. ‘So Mr Hooton, as you found this so droll perhaps you could encapsulate for the class its consequences.’
Monday, 18 November 2013
Sunday, 17 November 2013
The Beginning of the End
He was just one of the dawn crowd rejected for casual work as too old, too young or a being a known union man like him. As he stamped away the cold a poster caught his eye. Missionaries wanted sons of Adam to build new Eden.
Inside the New Eden centre, a row of ministers sat behind the purple robed Bishop who said, 'Do you believe in the Word of God even when misspoken by Man?'
Bert saw his room black with damp and the days when left to eat what others threw out and answered, 'Yes.'
He was considered a soul that could be saved. Yet at the dock, dressed in a linen shroud with the others selected to be 'born' again he hesitated. Was he to turn his back on fighting for honest pay for honest work?
The first lash hit flesh before England even sank away from sight of the waving 'dead'. The faithful were to build heaven on earth not inhabit it. Bert bided his time and strength until near the promised land and then he and the living rose up.
Bishop Range, fought the hardest to live, slashing and cutting each hand that grabbed for him. Stabbing at young Jack, he was delayed long enough for Bert to get hands on his throat. Ever tighter his hands held on as he looked deep into the Bishop's eyes watching them become as lifeless as glass marbles.
From the bank he saw the old ship's sails drop and then full with wind on its way up the river to the distant blue sea. It's decks full of those wanting to return with the truth for a cold land.
In the blood-hot heat, Bert packed away memories, and walked naked into the forest as monkeys howled and jived along the branches. New Eden had its Adam. This one ready to challenge the unfairness of the banishment of those gone before.
Inside the New Eden centre, a row of ministers sat behind the purple robed Bishop who said, 'Do you believe in the Word of God even when misspoken by Man?'
Bert saw his room black with damp and the days when left to eat what others threw out and answered, 'Yes.'
He was considered a soul that could be saved. Yet at the dock, dressed in a linen shroud with the others selected to be 'born' again he hesitated. Was he to turn his back on fighting for honest pay for honest work?
The first lash hit flesh before England even sank away from sight of the waving 'dead'. The faithful were to build heaven on earth not inhabit it. Bert bided his time and strength until near the promised land and then he and the living rose up.
Bishop Range, fought the hardest to live, slashing and cutting each hand that grabbed for him. Stabbing at young Jack, he was delayed long enough for Bert to get hands on his throat. Ever tighter his hands held on as he looked deep into the Bishop's eyes watching them become as lifeless as glass marbles.
From the bank he saw the old ship's sails drop and then full with wind on its way up the river to the distant blue sea. It's decks full of those wanting to return with the truth for a cold land.
In the blood-hot heat, Bert packed away memories, and walked naked into the forest as monkeys howled and jived along the branches. New Eden had its Adam. This one ready to challenge the unfairness of the banishment of those gone before.
Saturday, 16 November 2013
Oh Lord this day give me a sign of your love
The shop was full of the clothes and discarded gifts that the good give to the poor. Drawers and wardrobes emptied for the hope given by the next purchase lasting.
Jack looked at the kid alone by the counter. One of the round slow ones, he thought.
‘HELLO...HELLO.'
Jack looked at the kid alone by the counter. One of the round slow ones, he thought.
‘HELLO...HELLO.'
Pedro said, ‘I hear, do you?’
Jack, smiled, and then turning his back to Pedro whispered to his wife, 'He’s harmless.’ Turning back, he said, ‘ It's the shopkeeper I want.’
Pedro looked up with tears in his eyes and said, 'You don't hear, I hear.’
Before Jack could shout again he was interrupted with, 'Let's go dear, I can't see anything worthwhile here.'
As the door closed and footsteps faded away, Pedro said, ‘I hear the chorus of newborn Suns and weep for joy.' But only discarded hopes were left to hear.
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