January 2017

Creative writing group January 2017

Judi Tregillus

I didn't know what was happening.  I had tried to remember what I did last time, the order of things, but the more I tried the harder it became.  The screen flashed! It hadn't done that before.  Numbers popped up!  Where had they come from?  I'm sure I had pressed the correct buttons, done things in the right way, but all to no avail.  Why did it always happen to me?  Other people did what I had done, and it seemed to work for them.  I'm sure there are some gremlins, little men sitting in there, just waiting for me.  I'm sure they have a grin on their faces when things don't go as I thought they would. They must chuckle to themselves.  My family always tell me it's not the machine, it's me, but I don't believe them.  They're out to get me, these computers!!

June Kahita

I DID NOT KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING

I put my teddy under the table, he had been very naughty. He'd eaten two pieces of cake and Mummy always says it's naughty to have two pieces of cake. So, I put him under the table and told him he was in disgrace. And I ate another piece of cake - nobody was looking and if they did, I would just say it was for teddy.

In fact I decided to get him out from under the table just in case. It was while I was down there that I saw the sweets - blue sweets in silver paper, lots of little sweets in rows. I didn't feel like eating right there and then - I was full of cake. So, I put the sweets in my pocket and took teddy to look out of the window. It was raining and I was bored.

And that was when everybody started talking very loudly.

Grandma was lying on the carpet and Aunt Cecilia was crying and sniffing into her hanky. Aunt May was tipping all the things out of Grandma's handbag all over the coffee table and shouting, "She always keeps them in her handbag."

Mummy was saying ,"I'll phone....I'll phone..." but Aunt Jemima told her not to make a fuss. I thought that wasn't fair - my Mummy never fusses. Auntie Prue was holding Grandma's hand and telling her it would be OK.

Grandma wasn't saying much. Her face was all red as if she was cross. Were they her sweets? Had she seen me pick them up? Was she cross with me?

they were all talking so fast, I didn't know what was happening.

I didn’t know what was happening by Ken Davige

I didn’t know what was happening.  Why was I here, why was I held in such little regard when I was a queen;I was capable, the daughter of Henry Eighth.

My ladies had dressed me and I was ready.

The Lords arrived ‘ I cannotgo yet my Lord, my priest is not here.’

He replied,’Madam you may take two ladies but no damned popish priest.’

We walked forward and out into the grey light that seemed to engulf the Tower.  Salisbury kept moving forward.

I saw the platform;  the executioner and his assistant. There was the block draped in cloth and the axe.

At last I saw, I felt,I knew it was my end. Mary Queen ofScots, will be no more…..

The Tree – Christine Bickstaff

I wish I was able at this moment to be in the gentle breezes and blue sky and I need the coling , welcoming shade of a great tree.

To lie beneath its tall trunk and gaze up into the green canopy and catch the suns rays through the gentle moving leaves.

To enjoy the eel of a soft rug beneath me to give another dimention to the surrounding comfort.

To have the time to dream my dreams, to think and rest and to be just me.

This feeling is a very real part of me at this time.

I cant really put it into words, the way this world affects me at this juncture in my life.

Feelings, thoughts, memories, all have  this emotive word in them.

I am searching for something and I feel it is lost forever. But still I look.

Am I looking in the wrong places, am I just chasing a dream? Will I ever wake from my dream and one day say, ‘It is found.’

Something I lost. – Zoe Ainsworth-Grigg

I am a shopaholic and earrings always draw me in.  there is something about their tiny miniature, pristine, beauty ready to adhorn.  I have bought several pairs and they lie in my jewellery box to be looked at and admired rather than be worn.  I always sseem to lose one of the pair.  It would rub on the collar of my coat or snag on a cardigan and come away never to be found again.

Is there a cemetary for lost earrings, I wonder, losing one earring must happen to other people but I never see lonely lost earrings as I go about.

My favourite type of earring is one with a little clasp that locks behind the ear, consequently losing one is less likely.  Until I bought an expensive pair of gold earrings with such a clasp.  Confidently I wore them constantly until, you’ve guessed it, I lost just one. I know not where, I do not care, I was so annoyed.

Now I keep its twin in my jewellery box chastising me every time I open the lid.

I have tried being bohemian and wearing odd earring.
'Do you know you are wearing odd earings, ' a friend would remark fearing dementia.

‘Yes,’ I reply gaily,’It is the new fashion.’

She looks away in disbelief.

Somehow, I cannot bring myself to give away the one expensive gold earring glinting from the jewellery box recriminatory and silent.