The Beginning of the End Part Two

Watched the news today, mostly about Brexit, boring.  There was some mention of a problem in China, lots of people were getting very poorly, but no-one seemed to know why. Brexit wasn’t even mentioned in the news a week later.  They concentrated on reporting the number of deaths caused by this new coronavirus, in China.  Apparently there have been a couple of cases reported in the UK, but no cause for concern. Boris asked us all to wash our hands today, on the news.  Seems a strange request, don’t we all wash our hands anyway?  He also stated that if we did contract the virus, it would only be a mild to moderate illness for the vast majority of people. Apparently, we have to sing Happy Birthday, while we wash our hands, not sure what mumbo jumbo idea this is, but it is to ensure that people are doing it properly.  Wasn’t this something we learnt from our parents? Reading between the lines, or...
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Memories of the Beginning

My very first memories of the Pandemic were watching the news about other countries who were suffering from a terrible illness, which was being spread at an alarming rate throughout the population.  There was no fear of the illness travelling to other countries, least of all to the UK. Gradually stories and statistics took over the news almost totally, how many deaths per day.  How many people in were being admitted to hospital?  After a while, details began to emerge of a few cases being identified in this country.  We didn’t feel any particular fear because it didn’t seem real or threatening. Week by week, the toll began to rise in the UK, as it had in China.  We were suddenly advised to wash our hands often, to stop the spread of the disease.  No mention of wearing face masks, to prevent catching or giving the virus, was made to begin with.  But we saw evidence of masks being worn in hospital...
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The Missing Years

I am the missing hug A careful caress A touch on the arm To give solace to you   I am the hidden smile Not just in the eyes The expression of moods To show signs to you   I am the invisible space Between us now Separating our essence To offer safety to you   I am the lost conversation We have not spoken Just catching up casually To provide you less concerns   I am the lack of laughter All too serious today No giggles or happiness To grant you delight   I am the broken night’s sleep Awake until dawn breaks Worrying about everyone To help you survive   I am the missed celebration Enjoying being together A party of souls To let you know I care   I am the two missing years Never able to recall A gap in our memories To restore you to me...
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Night Terrors

Struggling to stay awake, determined that sleep wouldn’t pull her into its clutches.  The young woman lay rigid in her bed.  Too afraid to move, just in case.  Barely breathing and with eyes wide open in terror.  She fearfully glanced around the room, interpreting shadows and shapes of furniture to be something terrifying.  Desperately hoping that morning would hurry itself and the darkness would end. Suddenly a tiny noise disturbed the silence.  Her ears almost pricked up, like a dog.  Listening for another sound in the stillness of the night. There it was again, that same scratching, shuffling, swishing sound.  Was it getting louder?  Or maybe it was getting closer.  What was that horrific noise?  Her mind began to race, imagining all sorts of gruesome creatures crawling towards her across her bedroom floor. The hairs on the back of her neck sprang to attention, in fact every hair on her body were all standing up like soldiers, ready to do battle with the...
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The Flash

In a flash, and it was a flash so much less than a second but we both saw it. What we didn’t know was that many others also happened to be looking skywards at the time. Neither were we aware of what was to follow, how could we have known? Next day’s news bulletins newspapers and all media carried a mention of the phenomenon but offered no explanations. How much more ignorant and wrong could we have been thinking that it was just one of those things and would soon fade and take its place in the do you remember that night of the flash? And then fade into the lost memories section of the mind. Then after a matter of days the media grew bored and no one talked about it anymore. Apart from us, we knew the meaning and the importance of the flash. It was late one evening, we were visiting Grandad in hospital, and we took a few moments outside, having a...
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Springtime Memories – Take 3

I loved walking in the fresh almost electric air of the springtime morning.   Endless school holidays, spent my early teens in Harlow Town Park with friends from school.  Enjoying the freedom and the sheer size of the open spaces around us.  Mostly around the stage area, pretending to be performing in front of a huge crowd, imagining how famous we were.  Just in front of the brick-built stage was a huge drop into a moat like area, filled by the little stream that ran through the park.  It would hold back the hordes of fans clamouring to touch us as we performed. Our imagination ran like wildfire, each of us feeding on the other.  I was pretending to be David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust, pale thin and interesting.  The complete opposite of me, but my friends were all enjoying my accomplished routine.  A perfect day to add to our memories. Today was proving to be one of those days until Jim ran in...
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Springtime Memories

I loved walking in the fresh almost electric air of the springtime morning.   Endless school holidays, spent my early teens in Harlow Town Park with friends from school.  Enjoying the freedom and the sheer size of the open spaces around us.  Mostly around the stage area, pretending to be performing in front of a huge crowd, imagining how famous we were.  Just in front of the brick-built stage was a huge drop into a moat like area, filled by the little stream that ran through the park.  It would hold back the hoards of fans clamouring to touch us as we performed. Our imagination ran like wildfire, each of us feeding on the other.  I was pretending to be David Bowie, Ziggie Stardust, pale thin and interesting.  The complete opposite of me, but my friends were all enjoying my accomplished routine.  A perfect day to add to our memories. Today was proving to be one of those days until Jim ran in...
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Unidentified Growing Object

  Ted and his friend, Alf were working tirelessly on their allotment, weeding between the neat rows of vegetables.  The sun was shining and they were both perspiring through their shirts. “Well, I never!” exclaimed Ted holding up a large plant in this right hand. “Not something I’ve ever seen either, where did it come from?” “I found it growing over there under the runners. Haven’t got a clue what it is, have you?” After discussing the unidentified plant at length, the two friends decided to go to their local library to use the reference books there.  After using some water from the allotment tap to wash their hands, they set off in earnest. On arriving at the library, Alf suggested that Ted asked the librarian where to find a suitable book. “Why have I got to ask, you could do it yourself?” “Oh, alright I will.”  Alf set off towards the desk and spoke to the gentleman sitting behind it. After getting the information he needed, Alf led...
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The Effects of Covid 19

The sun’s rays streaming through the gap in the curtains disturbed his slumbers and he stretched out lazily in his bed. “No point getting up yet.” He thought out loud. “No-one seems to get up early anymore, it’s stream watching series on Netflix until the crack of dawn and then missing breakfast, snoozing away.” He moved his legs around to the cold bits in the bed, enjoying the difference in temperature.  “I can remember getting up promptly at 6 am, showers, breakfast then a brisk walk around the park.” Waking much later, after drifting back to sleep, he became aware of his bladder.  He needed to pee, but couldn’t be bothered to get up, so he crossed his legs and stayed warm for a few more minutes. Finally, the urgency became unbearable, so he stumbled out of bed and padded into the bedroom to wake up Mum and Dad.  Sitting next to the bed, he laid his head next to Mum and breathed as...
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Feelings Part Two

I want to write about the most beautiful things in the world only being felt with the heart because I believe it to be the truth.  There is nothing more beautiful than loving someone unconditionally, with no limits.  Helen Keller is someone who inspired me, at a very young age, when I read a book about her and despite her issues was someone who could achieve great things. I want to write about someone who has a continuous smile on his face concealing a frightening toughness because I believe that it is the truth.  Often a smile can disguise ugly or bad thoughts.  The same with flattery, too much is suspicious.  I associate an overly positive person with extreme caution, as I believe they are trying to hide something.  At least during my lifetime, this has proved to be true. I want to write about the best way out is always through because I believe it to be the truth.  I remember...
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