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Weekly Contest #269
Objects As the clouds of eternal darkness were slowly dominating my life I sat in my study in a complacent mood. My life had been rich in traveling throughout the world with the added joy of finding and buying i...
Weekly Contest #268
The organistI sat there basking in the thunderous clapping and cheering that was filling the great church with sounds that seemed to make the great dome above vibrate. In front of me is an exceptional organ which in its present state dates back to the 18th century. I had just finished a Bach concert played on this magnificent instrument that has some 6,600 pipes and 110 wooden stops. Listening to the noise the audience was making I had achieved my life’s dream of being recognised as a great organist. All those years of practice and ded...
Weekly Contest #267
Life’s hidden surprises It was a rainy, gray day with dark ominous clouds hanging over Saint Pauls. At noon my mother’s burial service was scheduled to begin. For the last two hours my father and his four children had stood in line at the entrance of the great cathedral greeting numerous mourners shaking hands and spe...
Weekly Contest #266
The day my world collapsed I must have been six years old when early one morning my mother came into my bedroom room with her eyes shedding a stream of uncontrollable tears. Her body was shaking with emotion. She grabbed me and held me close, planting kisses on my face and hair. It was several minutes before she said. “He left”. At first I had difficulty in understanding what she meant. Slowly I realized she was talking about her husband, my father. “What do you mean he has left”. “ My darling, he has abandoned us”. I have a younger sister. ...
Weekly Contest #250
Listening to a one side of a conversationIt was one of those late spring days in Paris, clear blue skies and a warm southerly breeze. The trees had lost that virgin green of the early spring and were in full splendor heralding the summer. I was sitting on a cafe terrace admiring the view. From what I saw from the people passing it appeared this summer was to be the year of shorts, long and daringly short. Without warning my little haven of peace was disturbed by two young women that took seats just behind me. Even before they started talking...
Weekly Contest #249
Amazing…... from despair to the joy of living There he was tap dancing in a pair of work boots with steel toes and metal under the heels. First it started by a seductive rhythmic tapping sound on the tiled floor of the bar. The sound picks up pace with a haunting beat. He then jumped up on a stool and performed a few taps as though he was beating on a drum. In a quick move he transferred to his feet tapping to the bar counter dancing with amazing skill amongst the beer glasses. He stopped at the far end. The crowd cried out for more. He came...
Weekly Contest #239
Art in all its crazy forms I had a very unusual up-bring. Let me explain. I was born to parents that were well known portrait painters. In fact to be more precise the definition would be traveling portrait painters. By the time I was born their mood of lifestyle had proved quite successful. That meant they regularly traveled between New York, London, and Paris. They could afford keeping an apartment in each capital and renting a studio when required. They were well known in each city and in fact had a waiting list of clients anxious to hav...
Weekly Contest #238
Man’s thirst for dominance and spaceThe date was 4th August 1914 a warm, dry and sunny day. Nature was asleep under the summer sun, the farmers’ animals throughout the countryside like the human population were enjoying a lazy day. Then came the news that the British prime minister had declared a state of war with Germany. It seemed as though that precious isle set in a silver sea was covered by an electric storm that propelled the population into the unknown with such violence that took the peoples’ breath away.Two days later I called three...
Weekly Contest #235
I love running though a forest…….but This is a story about running through a forest, one of my great pleasures. A sad and disturbing event happened some years ago that until now has prevented me from continuing enjoying that pleasure. It was on one cold winter’s night I decided to discuss the matter with one of my closest friend, Henri. We were at my country house sitting in front of the fire enjoying a superb Calvados. I asked Henri the following question. “Have you ever been faced with a dilemma that has had serious repercussions on your l...
Weekly Contest #233
Alcohol…..glorious alcohol I certainly would not say I drink to the state of being often drunk. An alcoholic maybe. I looked up the definition of an alcoholic in the dictionary. A person who is unable to give up the habit of drinking alcohol very often and in large amounts. This definitely applies to me, my only bone of contention would be the definition of large amounts. It was nearly the end of the year. Christmas had passed with all the family present. Great feasting, plenty of booze, high spirited singing, a good and happy time was ...
Weekly Contest #231
Hope On my desk lay the file of Michael Headstone, a new recruit that had recently joined our magazine empire. I quickly read his engagement summary. Recruited from Cambridge, Honors in English literature, 24 years old, single, first job, born in Taunton. I picked up the intercom and asked my assistant, Margaret, to ask Headstone to come and see me. Ten minutes later he sat before me. He was a tall young man with blue eyes, a generous mouth and freckles on his face. His long ginger hair was swept back from his forehead and tied in a ponytail...
Weekly Contest #230
The answer to unhappy marriages I sat there in a particular somber mood. I had to admit I was comfortably installed in the club saloon of British Airways waiting for the Barbados flight announcement. My wife had recently died under what the police thought might be suspicious circumstances. All this interest in her death was due to the fact she was a well known London socialite. She came from an extremely wealthy Texas farming family. The family had found sizable oil deposits on their lands. After several weeks of tedious investigation ...
Weekly Contest #229
A life completely unexpected The hedgerows and fields were a seductive green color as I looked out of the train window as it trundled its way North. I had been away for four years living with a group of aboriginals people south of Ayers Rock not far from Alice Springs. I noticed the livestock, enjoying the lush spring grass. They seemed docile and tranquil so different, so different from the scorched barren lands of central Australia inhabited by wild animals. I was going home to see my mother, if I could call it that, as my home was now wit...
Weekly Contest #228
Cheese I had been invited to dinner to celebrate thanksgiving. I learnt many years ago that Americans aboard insist on celebrating this festival with the traditional dinner. I had no desire to go. Thanksgiving dinners of yesteryears were long buried in the past due to my advancing years. Nevertheless I had the annoying feeling that by refusing I would not only be upsetting my host but also it would be a slight to America that had been so welcoming to my family. The evening arrived. A taxi drove me to the address. There was much cheek kissing...
Weekly Contest #216
Fascinating, but odd….you decide. The first Friday of the month heralded my monthly dinner at my club with my great friend Henri. This little ritual had been going on for the last twenty years, always enjoyable. We were both Judges on Her Majesty’s Court. Our conversation and discussions tended to be about what had happened in the courts over the preceding month. I had a feeling tonight my story would integrity and fascinated Henri. The dinner menu was excellent and during its consumption we spoke about the previous month's mundane court c...
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