My love speaks like silence – 1

  With exception to an extreme minority, the greatest fear of any parent is to out live one of their children. Of the many injustices in life, it is said to be the most soul-destroying and the very worst affliction that can be thrust upon anyone with children.   Burying Brooke had its difficulties. Keith…

The Inaccurate Context Of Life – 4

  Maggie was confused. She acknowledge that she was in a semi seated position upon her hospital bed, but the sensation it gave her was something of a detached reality. Her nightie and bed clothes felt strange against her skin, the lighting of hospital room she languished in seemed far too bright. It was too…

Introversion, love, hate, and the blemishes of life.

  Hey hey World!   As of tomorrow, I am removing my blog spaces from public view. Life has rolled the dice in favour of fate rather than luck, and as such, I am pulling on the personal invisibility cloak of self.   So, whilst Maggie Trout, Bast, Death, and those other pots on the…

The Inaccurate Context Of Life – 3

  Mrs. Trout began to read, the sonorous yet dulcet timbre of her voice filled every corner of Maggie’s room.   Maggie opened her eyes expecting to find the room around her. With a gasp, she found herself 100 odd miles from anywhere, on a track that appeared unused since the last rains four months…

The Inaccurate Context of Life – 2

  “Hmmmmm…………….” murmured Death in the vague direction of Mr. D’arcy, “it would seem that Maggie is more focussed on the stories than she is on focussing on her recovery.  I hadn’t expected this, bloody book. Oh well, the course must be run, and if she succeeds within herself, she will go onto greatness beyond…

The inaccurate context of life – 1

  Mrs. Trout, with grey shot red hair tied up in a loose pony tail, resplendent in a white blouse, khaki calf leg trousers and Birkenstock slip on’s, took Maggie’s silence and general lack of movement as that of well deserved sleep. Quietly closing the book, she stood, leant over her daughter, and gave her…

Waking Nightmare – 5

  Maggie pondered. Over the weeks come months, Maggie had become an ‘A’ grade ponderer. If Bruce Springsteen had of released the album ‘Born to Ponder’ instead of ‘Born to Run’, she would have been the only thing on the record sleeve.   Lying prostrate upon her hospital bed, Maggie waded through her mind and…

Waking Nightmare – 4.10 – Maggie Trout update

  Hey there World,   A quick update on Maggie Trout, as I have just returned from visiting her in hospital. As far the doctor’s are concerned she is making a good recovery, and Anton the clinical psych. feels her peace of mind is improving. The only person that is showing more concern than usual…

Waking Nightmare – 4

  Like a junkie after a long-awaited hit, Maggie truly revelled in the narcotic effect of the story she had just witnessed. Relaxed and pain-free she lay with a faint smile creasing the sides of her eyes. She felt ‘good’.   The delight of his was only heightened by the revelation that her halo was…

Waking Nightmare – 3

  “How did you sleep dear?” enquired Mrs. Trout the following morning.   “Really well Mum. I don’t remember dreaming about anything, and I actually feel like I have had a proper sleep for once.”   “That is fantastic to hear Maggie! Now,  I spoke to Anton earlier this morning, and he said he is…

Waking Nightmare – 2

  An old lady unexpectedly dropped in for a visit. Sporting blue rinse hair and dressed in a matching blue twinset pants outfit, complete with matched shoe’s, she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the bed to Mrs. Trout. A long-nosed, black and white, small to  medium-sized dog seated itself beside…

Waking Nightmare – 1

  It took three and a half weeks to track down, but the Moora Police eventually found what they were looking for at Erichs Mechanical on Tootra Street, Moora. The rear trailer that had swung wildly causing loss of life and carnage was in the midst of repair. Upon speaking to both Sam and Mark,…