This week, turn the concrete and familiar into something new and mysterious.
Friday 22nd April 2016.
And Finally, yes done once again, the story is not completed so am carrying on with project.
Gerry Ainger/C 2016©
Restawyle – Rest Relax and Enjoy.
Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story.
Unlike me of recent times I am posting three in five days. What-ever next!
GA/C © 2016
Gerry Ainger/C 2016
Good Friday 25th March 2016.
Monday 21st March 2016
http://restlessjo.me/ This post was suggested by the master of walking posts Jo of restlesjo fame.
Off we go. today is sunny with a chill in the air, remember we are by the sea. Occassionally the warmth could be felt on our backs
The yacht haven, millions of pounds here, not just boats but cars as well
The Lymington Lido.
Now called Lymington
Sea Water Baths.
Marsh banks and bay.
Saturda13th February 2016y
Gerry A/C 2016©
Monday 18th January 2016
Sunday 20th December 2015.
Here we are once again, another year passed and lots of stories to tell. There are probably many things we are grateful for, some of you have written about them. But mostly these thoughts, outer or inner are very important to each of us. I am grateful for may things, being alive is just one very important thing.
I am very disappointed this year because I am unable to do my Xmas series, different topics each year, three years or is it four, but not this year due to committments and not having the time. I find these past posts helped me feel the Xmas feeling more and passing it on to you. Anyway peoples here is my little thought for all of you.
Gerry A / C 2015 Xmas©
Saturday 31st October 2015.
Treats and indulgences can take many forms. Share yours with us!
My Daughters Birthday Treats
Gerry A/C 2015©
Tuesday 27th October 2015
To join in on Cee’s Photography Share your World click the link below and enjoy.
If you were on a debate team, what general subject would you relish debating?
There are several topics that appeal to me but my most enjoyable would be hypocrisy. There is so much of it about.
|feigned high principles: the false claim to or pretence of having admirable principles, beliefs, or feelings
What’s your strongest sense?
It is not hearing as I am partially deaf in my right ear.
It is not eye sight as I wear glasses. Although my vision was perfect when up until approx ten years ago.
It is not taste, but I like what I taste and like what I like.
I would say smell and touch is probably my strongest and most sensitive.
What would you name the autobiography of your life?
This one is a little difficult as I have many experiences I could mention and use. So after a little thought, not much thought actually just me being, lets say awkward. ‘At least I Tried’
List your favorite flavors or types of tea.
There are only two types of tea for me, one is the standard bought tea from most supermarkets. Although I will say it has to be one brand only. These tea are served hot with milk, but since my diabetic diagnosis and general health problem I also like cold bottled ice tea which comes in two flavours Lemon [my favourite] and peach, made by Lipton’s.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
It goes without saying for me, after recovering from heart operation and with my general health I am grateful that I wake up to see another day.
Gerry A/C 2015
Images by Google Images.
Wednesday 7th October 2015
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This story is a little late for the challenge but I am assured it is okay to post. This story is part of the crime story I am trying to compose. Maybe do it for Nano next month. This short piece is at the beginning of the story and has been edited to shorten it for Sandra’s challenge. There are three parts to start the story and this one. Enjoy!!!!!
The darkness of the night was losing its battle with the street lamp and the lights on the building as they shone brightly lighting up the whole car park, the car stood alone, abandoned with it’s drivers door wide open. The small saloon car was parked suspiciously in the deserted car park in front of the building, no one could be seen. Police constable Wilson was slowly walking around the car making notes, no sign of a fight, no tyre marks on the road and no damage to the car. He carefully looked inside, no key in the ignition, nothing suspicious was seen. Constable Wilson then decided to radio in the incident, he finished off, “however sir, I cannot see anything to concern ourselves at this moment.” He paused and replied, “yes sir, of course sir.” He clicked off and replaced his handset mumbling to himself, “stop wasting his time, well we shall see.”
He pushed the door shut with his elbow and wandered across the car park towards the building. There were no lights inside, all doors locked, passing the large shutter doors he looked directly up to the top windows. Originally he thought the light in the top window was a reflection of the car park lights but now underneath the window he could see there was a light on. Was it a safety light, he thought, as he moved around the corner heading to the rear of the building. Testing each door as he went, each was locked until he came to the fourth it gave way as he turned the handle. Slowly pulling it open he carefully peered inside.
Withdrawing his torch from his utility belt turning it on he ventured inside. The bright lights from the car park sent an orange glow into the building, giving the whole inside an eerie look. Shadows where there shouldn’t be, cast across the ceiling and floor. The desks with their lamps watching his every move, ready to leap as constable Wilson passed them, while coiled cables spread across the floor hissing ready to spring.
Each room he checked proved them to be empty, his torch beam scanning the corners. The floor was a large open plan office with rooms at random along the front of the building. The walls of these rooms were made of thin panelling from the floor to half way, with frosted glass the rest of the way up to the ceiling, allowing the car park lights to glow faintly into the block. Feeling satisfied that the floor was clear he found stairs that led to the upper floor. He had to tread quietly and remain alert knowing it was this level that had the light showing in one of the windows.
At the top of the stairs he pushed the fire door open, stepped into the corridor. His heart was beating rapidly, adrenalin high causing difficulty to walk steadily. In the corridor he paused, shining his torch at both ends, passing its beam across the floor. The far end was where the light was seen, but he could not see any light showing beneath any of the doors. Wilson knew he had to continue, he had to clear the building, he had to be sure it was empty and there was no threat.
Putting one foot in front of the other he trod nervously, struggling to remain silent. Just as he thought how well he was doing he trod on a stray plastic water cup. As it crunched under his foot it sounded deafening loud, he stopped, heart thumping at his rib cage he felt he was going to collapse, feeling feint it took all his strength to stop from falling over. After taking several deep breaths he started to feel a little better. He lifted his foot and the crunch of the cup on his release was heard, not so deafening this time, one careful step at a time he proceeded. Door after door he opened and inspected the inside. The small offices all consisted of a small desk with a computer screen and a telephone, with a typical office chair either side. Guiding his torch beam into every corner and under all the desks each time finding nothing. His nerve was holding until he reached the final door, the light from inside could be seen glowing through the crack of the door at the bottom.
Looking through the small frosted glass panel he thought he saw a shadow move across the room. His body was shaking nervously he was now not sure what to do. How should he proceed alone? Should he call it in? His nerves were telling him to be careful, advising him to get help, tread with caution. Standing at the door thinking quick and hard trying to decide his next move, when the shadow moved again, coming toward the door.
Constable Wilson quickly moved to one side to stand flat against the wall out of the line of the window. He held up his torch to check and realised he had switched it off, the light here was good enough to see. He stayed motionless for a minute or two before having the courage to move, then crept slowly along the back wall until he was in front of the door again. Hypnotically his gaze was fixed on the glass panel not looking through it but at it.
Wilson’s mind was running wild with him, this neighbourhood is good, hardly ever had any trouble. Maybe kids playing football against the wall, even this was rare. It was known as an upmarket area and was well policed, it has been recently rebuilt making it a clean, tidy and well maintained part of the town. Why had his partner gone on that detective course, he should have been with him. Why had the chief sent him on this patrol, why did he specifically tell him to look in on the area. His chief’s words, ‘Just check it out.’ he shouted with annoyance after being questioned. So why did the chief just brush him off when he called in? Was he testing him? Maybe he was thinking to much, maybe he was just over re-acting. Maybe I should call it in an ask for assistance. Too many maybes? On thinking he knew what the answer would be. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ‘I can do this, yes I can.’ he whispered. He inserted his torch into his belt and withdrew his extendable truncheon, flicked it to its length stepped forward and clasped hold of the door handle. Again he saw a shadow crossing the room.
Wilson slowly turned the handle, paused a second to gain composure and then pushed the door open and hurried inside. Eyes alert darting to every part of the office room. The size of the room surprised him, it was much larger than any of the others. As he moved around the office quietly inspecting every corner he suddenly caught sight of a shadow, a movement by the window. The window was open, he knew it was not open when he checked the outside earlier. There is someone in here, “halt!.. police!” he shouted nervously as he hurried towards the window but tripped over something on the floor. He quickly stretched out his arms to break his fall, losing his truncheon as he hit the floor, doing a somersault to ease his fall and quickly regaining composure as he ended up on his knees. Finding his truncheon and grabbing it he turned to see the shadow climbing out of the window. Waving his truncheon he ran to the window, looking out he saw a figure climbing down a rope that was tied to a radiator. Reaching the ground the shadow took off across the car park. Wilson noted the shadow was a man dressed in black wearing a dark coloured baseball cap. Hair flowing out the back in a pony tail, the car park light made it difficult to recognise the colour but he would guess it was blonde. As he ran across the car park Wilson got a better view of his hair and height and size. He made a mental note as he watched the figure disappear into the darkness.
The light switch was by the door, he turned it and several lights illuminated the office, on turning round constable Wilson stopped in his tracks as he was looking upon a body, realising it was this that he tripped over. Moving around the desk to get a better view he found a male lying face down, his head in a small pool of blood. Wilson bent down and pressed his fingers to the body’s neck and found no pulse. “Now we’ll see, when I call it in.” he mumbled to himself as he walked into the hallway.
Within minutes the area was swarming with police.
Gerry A/C 2015.©