This week, turn the concrete and familiar into something new and mysterious.
12th September 2016
A sad period of my life has just reached its climax. With this going on in my life i have been unable to do any posts, but this one I hope will help me. I kept umming and ahhhing about should I or should I not post this but today decided to post. My brother fully deserves more.
My Brother.Back in 2009 he had a triple heart by-pass. Everything went well and he was allowed out of hospital within a week. Unlike me. But he was also told some other news that he kept to himself and his family. He apparently led a good active life for the next few years, continuing his golfing activities etc. For the next few years all was going well, at least I thought so and as did my other siblings.
When I was in hospital for five weeks my brother and his wife visited me nearly every other day. He spent his time supporting me and encouraging me, ‘I was in the best hands, the staff are really good and know what they are doing. Just a few things often said. All the time he was encouraging me he was living with his own troubles, and at the time apart from his wife no one else seemed to know.
The following few months he had several serious operations, all with varying degrees of success. One minute he was told it was a success and then he experienced a set back. The next two years he suffered many visits to the hospital and encountered many ups and downs. Every piece of good news was followed shortly by bad. His emotional state of mind must have been very mixed and messed up. He spoke to my sister and burst into tears on occasions. He always showed a strong face and had a smile on his face but beneath it all he was suffering. No matter who he talked to he would always suffer, kind words may have helped but they did not stop the pain.
I and my sister visited him at the Oakhaven hospice in Lymington and he was so upbeat and had visions of getting home and then going on holiday to his favourite place with his favourite people, his wife and family. While we were talking to him he told us that when he was drifting one night our mother appeared to him and pulled him back to the world of life telling him it was not his time. This vision of her lifted him greatly which eventually gave him strength and was allowed to go home.
I had a dream, my brother appeared all well and healthy. I ask him if everything had been cleared, he smiled and urged me to follow. I did for a little way when I woke up feeling good for him and within myself. Later the same day I received a text message, it was my brother saying he was going home. I replied saying how great the news was and that I would visit later once he settled. However this good news turned sour, within twenty four hours he took a bad turn and was quickly rushed back to the hospice where he was look over by the doctor. I am not sure what actually happened for a couple of days, but I do believe he was so weak and ill. At 16.30 on Monday 22nd August 2016 he passed on, and my sister said that his wife noticed just as he was moving over his wife noticed his eyes open wide and brief smile appeared on his face and his mouth moved as if to say something. We believe there are two things that he might have said or witnessed. He might have known his time was up and he saw the other side and said farewell to his wife. Or, my personal opinion is, mother appeared and led him away, he smiled and muttered ‘Mum’.
Apparently it was not the cancer that actually killed him it was his heart, after years of stress it finally gave up.
The path of life, this earth we walk.
Many journeys travelled, memories ready to please,
Sitting by the fire at night you would talk.
Remembered by your family trying to release.
Today everyone said farewell.
Remembering your life and love.
We all have different tales to tell.
Tears and emotions from high above.
Looking down, another angel cries,
Waiting to meet you even though too soon.
Helping hands will give you more highs,
The brightest star next to the moon.
Watching over your family sharing their fears,
Keeping a watchful eye on them all.
Help to ease their loss and their tears,
Forever in their hearts and standing tall.
Our final memory with be the smiles you had,
Everyone was happy when you stood near.
Many faces looking on not one is sad.
We all love you bro’ always in our hearts so dear.
Gerry Ainger/Cobb 12th September 2016.©
August 10th 2016 Wednesday
“C’mon Holly we should turn back.”
“Not yet, we are nearly there. I’m sure it is not far.” Holly kept moving forward.
“You know we should not be here….. I don’t want get lost.” Robin said as he made a grab for Holly’s hand. She pulled away from him, and hurried around the bend. Robin stopped, he was scared, he had never come this deep into the wood. He was trembling, it was now he thought about going back. His mother would punish him if she finds out he has come into the wood. Both he and Holly have been told many times never to enter the wood and go past the large oak.
“I told you it was here, Robin! where are you?” Holly shouted looking about and not seeing Robin.
Robin heard her voice and ran towards her, around the bend he saw her in the middle of the track looking into the wood. He reached her and looked the way she was staring and became as entranced as Holly.
“Wow! that is big.” he whispered to Holly.
“But isn’t it beautiful? All those colours.”
They both took a step forward towards the edge of the wood.
When from above the largest spider ever floated down from the branches of the tree. It halted eye level in front of the children, its mouth moving but nothing could be heard. The spider was as big as Holly and Robin, all black and hairy with legs everywhere.
“Hello little people, do you like playing games? I have many games we can play.” the spider said in a voice that sounded like air leaking from a balloon. Holly and Robin squeezed each others hand, “I haven’t had company for sooooo… long.” the spider wheezed.
“I don’t trust you spider, you trying to trick us because we are children.” said Holly nervously.
“I don’t trick children, I am lonely, and have many games.”
“Okay then tell us your name, I suppose you do have a name?” Robin blurted out unexpectedly. The spider hurried up into the tree on his rope size web. Both children looked at each other slightly puzzled, then moved another step closer the giant spider web that was weaved between to large pine trees with the straightest trunks they had seen. The colours of the web glistened in the sun, the rays shooting through the trees creating a magical look. Holly reached out to touch the web, “no, Holly don’t touch it you will stick to it. It has a glue on it to capture flies.” Robin said holding Holly from touching it. “My mum said that is how they catch their food.”
The spider glided into view from behind the right tree on which its web was built. Standing in front of the children he looked at them both in turn, “my name is Sneak, I am often called this. What is yours?”
“I am Holly.”
“I am Robin, I am Holly’s best friend.”
“I do not have any friends, would you like to be my friend. Come into my parlour and play a game with me?” Sneak’s breath blowing Holly’s long hair to one side. Holly could smell bad breath, breath smelling like a waste bin.
The web started to spin from the centre, spiralling outwards, slowly getting larger. The edges were glowing blue and green with the centre a deep glossy black. Just for a moment Holly and Robin were hypnotised to the vision, the spinning colours capturing them and holding them.
It was the pinching of Holly’s hand made by Robin that pulled them back to the moment.
“You are trying to trick us spider.” shouted Holly.
“No, no little ones, just want to play games.”
“That is what you are doing playing games with us.”
“You are a sneaky old spider.” Robin said giving the spider as much an evil look as an eleven year old can give.
“I cannot see through your web, you have no parlour do you?” Holly asked.
“It is to stop you sticking to my web, and once you step through you will be able to see my parlour. A nice little room with a log fire and home made carpets over the dry earth. There is a nice wooden table with chairs.”
“Okay, Sneak, say we believe you, then you go through first.” suggested Holly.
Before the spider could reply Robin shouted to him, “why can’t we just go round the back, behind the trees.”
“It is magic, this world you are in is magic. You passed the giant oak tree didn’t you. Have you not been told not to go past the giant oak tree. Well now you know why.”
“I think we shall just turn and go back home.” Holly said annoyed with the spider.
“Aah! but you can’t. You are now here for me to play with. If you go through my web you will be safe and we can play games.” the spiders breath was beginning to hiss loudly.
Robin tapped Holly on the shoulder and started to whisper into her ear.
“Must not be rude little people, no whispering.” The children ignored him, Holly smiled and nodded and whispered something in reply, they both finished with a nod.
Robin moved slowly away eyes peering to the ground looking for something.
“Okay Sneak, we have talked and will play games with you, but you have to go through your web first to show us the way. We are scared little children who are lost, and believe you to be our friend as we do you.” Holly said quietly. Robin returned from his search and again whispered into Holly’s ear.
“If you little people are ready then follow me, but be careful not touch the edges.” Sneak moved slowly to his web, the spinning colours getting brighter, and the hole had become large enough for the children to climb through. They moved towards the web and waited for the spider to proceed through the hole. Both children noticed that Sneak was also being very careful not to touch the edge. Slowly he moved, lifting each leg carefully making sure he was safe before moving on. He kept moving delicately and when almost half way through Holly looked at Robin. “Now, throw them.” Holly said to Robin
Robin then threw several sticks and a couple of large stones at the web. He gave some to Holly who also threw them at the web. With each stone or stick hitting the web, the vibrations made the web react. The spinning stopped, the colours turned dark, and the hole started to close. Closing quickly and trapping the spider.
“It worked.” shouted Robin.
The children heard a loud hissing of anger as the spider realised he had been tricked. The trickster had been tricked.
“Run, Robin quick lets get away.” shouted Holly as she grabbed his hand and ran off back along the path whence they had come.
“Holly, Holly wake up, you’ll be late for school.”
“Oh mum he was horrible and nasty, all I wanted was to be his friend.”
“You passed the giant oak didn’t you?” Holly nodded, “well I will tell you a story when I was your age one day, now come on get up breakfast is on the table.
Gerry A/C January 28th 2016©
Tuesday 2nd August 2016
Have managed to complete the allotted word count on my current story. Leach and Wilson. A crime fiction story. New ground for me because I usually write fantasy, weird creatures and magical lands with witches, wizards, fairies, elves and other creatures common to these stories. Below is an excerpt from my current story, I am at this moment very close to finishing it. Maybe about another 1000 words give or take a few hundred. I will let everyone know when this big event, big for me, actually happens.
Andrea was running through the house, each open door was inviting, but she continued to run. The corridor was getting darker and narrower, she was finding it difficult to see her way. She stretched out her arms with her hands grasping air. Feeling her way, touching the walls, the smooth cold tile. Why is there tiles she thought, this corridor leading nowhere, the doors ceased to be visible not because it was dark but because there were no more doors. The walls were continuously guiding her way, she was being squeezed there was just enough room for her, she was now walking. The further she walked the harder it was getting. She felt something tugging at her, she leaned forward, struggling to put one foot in front of the other, until she could move no more. Her body was doing the motions but she was not getting anywhere. The darkness that had enclosed her started to evaporate.
The sound of men behind her shouting for her to stop. The sound of gunfire, and bullets ricocheting off the walls. The screaming and shouting was getting louder, she could not see anyone, it was her who was screaming. The darkness was now almost gone, when a man appeared before her. The face she knew, she recognised him but just for a moment she could not put a name to him. Then it came to her ‘Spencer’ and she tried to speak his name but no words came from her mouth. His face showed fright, he was in pain, she could see tears in his eyes. Behind him another man appeared, he was laughing, Andrea could see evil his eyes. She shouted at Spencer but again no sound was heard. Still laughing the man produced a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Spencer. Andrea screamed, then shouted again, she felt her throat tightening, she was still hearing nothing. The man fired the gun, the bullet exited the gun barrel, slowly it travelled through the air. Andrea tried to grabbed Spencer, tried to push him but her hands went straight through him. The bullet was getting closer, Andrea closed her eyes, still seeing everything. She put her hands over her eyes, still she could see. The bullet was now so close she just screamed and screamed as the bullet entered Spencer’s head. The blood spray slowly misted out from his head, until the bullet exited his forehead and took half his face with it. Andrea then could not see Spencer, he was no longer recognisable. Was it Spencer she was looking at, she wasn’t sure anymore. She looked away, unable to look anymore, her eyes looked at the floor and she saw Spencer’s face, the piece of his face that had been shot off. His body slowly collapsed, when suddenly sound hit her ears. The sound of laughing echoing from the man who killed Spencer, the laughing face of Gary Walters, the wealthy murderer, appeared in front of Andrea.
The vibration of the phone in Andrea’s pocket was getting stronger the longer it continued. She suddenly jumped awake, she had been sweating, her forehead was soaked and her shirt was sticking to her. When she stood to retrieve her phone she almost collapsed back into the chair. Her injured leg had decided to tell her she should go to the doctor. She squealed as the pain shot up her calf into her thigh. It took a few seconds to gather her thoughts, she checked the caller ID as she put the phone to her ear, “Hello Alan, how’s it going?” She was surprised when the female voice on the other end spoke, “Hi, I’m a friend of Alan, and am at his flat with him. He asked me to phone you and a Lois, he has been shot and is currently sleeping.” Andrea interrupted her, “shot! how but….”
Rachel just said, “Look I am here and will tell you everything when you come to his flat. I assume you know where it is.” she didn’t give any chance for a conversation she ended the call.
“Is this still a dream?” she muttered. She looked at the time on her phone she had been asleep for nearly four hours. She found the number for Lois and pressed the button. It was engaged. She automatically thought the girl who rang her was now ringing Lois. Andrea had to make herself a some coffee before she went anywhere, her body was still sticking to her clothes and her emotions were still a little mixed up. A coffee or two was ideal medicine to calm her and bring her into reality.
Gerry A/C 2016©
Friday 24th June 2016
Referendum Result. Leave.
A very apt music day for the UK Independence Day. Whatever ones view point just enjoy the music. Oh well never mind, but please enjoy these old titles.
Wednesday June 1st 2016
During the recent times, I watch films or programs on television. No matter who makes them, British, American or Canadian, I am not biased. I unfortunately have become critical about the scripts, or the scenes. My main beef is with our own local [British] soaps, but all are at my mercy. No holds barred. I smile as I say so. The big time director/writer. It is the silly inappropriate, unfitting phrases/comments in the dialogue that seem to be put in because they could not think of anything else or it is trendy.
It’s complicated. [I didn’t realise there is actually a film with this title]
Having many connected parts: composed of many interrelated parts or features. Or the other person it is being said to is not very clever, very dim, thick, not as intelligent as the person saying these words. Yeh okay!
You wouldn’t understand.
Amazing! – over used and always exaggerated.
amazing : causing amazement: so extraordinary or wonderful as to be barely believable or to cause extreme surprise.
You don’t wanna know. – I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know????
You know what I mean!- No, I am so much denser than you, I have no idea….
Awesome. – Up there with Amazing, as one of the most over used and out of context words.
No question about it.– most times I have heard this made no sense at all. There was never a a question in the first place, and not likely to be.
Trust me, – or similar ie: Trust me I’m a …..??? do you trust me, I trust you do you trust me, you have to trust me. my answer WHY? there is another saying – never trust anyone who says trust me.
Gerry A/C 2016.
Friday 29th April 2016
Here in the UK it is May bank holiday weekend. Just hoping this music will make everyones weekend just a little bit better including mine. Have a great one.
This last video with David Massengill he played at the folk club I often visit and met him, not only is he a talented man he is very kind and generous one as well.
See you again soon. Gerry.
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.
Friday 1st April 2016.
The Scribbler is striking again, is he not?
Yes it is that time of year again. Try to write an allotted amount of words in 30 days. April the first, yes it is Fools day all over the world. So! I hear you say is this a fools joke, ‘Gerry is having another go’ Is he really participating in this challenge? If I tell you I am will you believe me or will you say ‘Na he’s only joshing with us’ But am I?
And on Thursday 21st January 2016.
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.