The Fire

“You are very lucky”, they have said that several times, the doctors, the nurses, the white-coated collection of people who regularly pass through my room.

“Only superficial damage. Nothing permanent.” They say and then they smile. I nod, they tick the chart and they leave. Leaving me alone to dwell on my own superficial life. The cycle has repeated steadily over the last few days since the accident. The worst part to me is the word ‘superficial’. Who came up with that word to be used when my skin looks like it has been dragged backwards through a shredder? I mean for crying out loud, it has the word ‘super’ embedded right in there. So, I am stuck in this bed with my superficial face, dwelling on my superficial life, that had seemed so perfect, on the outside at least, like my skin, when inside my thoughts are consuming me.

It starts with those sleazy facebook psychology questions.

“Would you run into a burning building to save an animal?”… probably not.

“What about your own pet?” Oooh, harder… probably…

“What about a relative?”…yes most definitely.

“What if you got inside that burning building thinking you were saving someone but there turned out to be no-one inside the building apart from yourself? And now you are the one that needs saving? What if the person that then saved you died? Would you feel lucky? Thankful?”

The words swirled their way around my head. Taunting every waking hour. I was sure something had driven me inside that building. I must have seen something… or heard someone… I wouldn’t run into a burning fire for nothing. So, what had lured me there? I had to get out this hospital bed, go back to the building the fire had taken place in, I had to find out.


Originally written in response to Daily Post prompt – Superficial. Couldn’t resist toying around with this prompt, definitely something mysterious about it! I have a few thoughts on how to expand the story but thought the concept was an intriguing start.

KL ❤

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Mask of the Gods – #Writephoto

Griffin stared at the dancing fire. Allowing its constant energised movement to fill his soul. He required as much energy as he could consume before the ceremony would begin. The mask in the pocket of the ceremonial robe felt like it was pulsing. Or was that the music? Or his pulse? It didn’t matter all sights and sounds merged to this one heightened moment.

Slowly those around him began to sing. Their voices low merged with the throbbing pulse that seemed to fill the air. Griffin tried to make out the words but nothing was coming through clear. It didn’t matter he only had to know his own words, the words that would change his life, the words that would bring his wife back to him. Even the thought of her made his entire body ache, he was desperate to bring her soul back to the earthly plane. He had traded empires to find the powers to do it, to find the Mask of the Gods. Mask fire image by Sue Vincent

He had never had faith in religion before, not in this day and age, when the zest for life, for living, was too strong to stop and thank some unknown God for it all, that hadn’t seemed to make sense. That all changed when his wife passed, he needed to understand, he needed a reason why he had survived when she hadn’t. He had been so lost in his sorrows he had hardly registered the stranger who had helped him home from the bar and told him of an ancient relic, a relic that had the power to bring back the dead.

Griffin had started to research, started to follow, started to obsess, maybe the world worked slightly differently than he had suspected, and maybe there wasn’t just the one god but the many, and maybe the gods made mistakes, just like humans? Griffin began to wonder if he was chasing the mask or if the mask was coming to him, but little by little the chances unfolded and he had grasped them. At first, it had seemed so unbelievable, the mask was in his hands. Then the agony began, waiting for the blood moon to perform the traditional ritual.

Suddenly the night filled with silence, the others voices had stopped and leader of the group lifted his arm and pointed at Griffin. Griffin froze to the spot. Now? He took the mask from his pocket lifting it slowly to his face and placing it on. He found the words slowly building inside him.

revertetur a morte, uxorem, audi vocem meam, veni ad me

                       Griffin closed his eyes behind the mask and repeated the words louder and louder. The crowd once again began to chant in a low voice. The throbbing sound grew and grew in the night. It felt like the forest around him had joined in the chant, birds singing, bats screeching, frogs croaking. All sending their summons out into the night.

All at once the sound of silence filled the air and only Griffin’s voice was now permeating the darkness. He hesitated to open his eyes but the group leader nodded into the night and with a little more confidence Griffin repeated the summons.

revertetur a morte, uxorem, audi vocem meam, veni ad me

        The flame grew higher, the light blinding, Griffin could no longer see the others in the circle. It was just him and the fire. It seemed to grow hotter and hotter until it was a burning white flame. Griffin’s throat grew so dry he had to break the chant to swallow. The light became so intense he had to shield his eyes. In that moment of solace, he heard a gasp from the crowd followed by an uncomfortable silence. He opened his eyes to see the form of his wife standing where there had just been flames.

He ran to her but she retracted before he could embrace her.

“Oh no, Griffin… What have you done?” her gasp filled the silence of the forest.


My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt. Couldn’t resist toying around with this photo, definitely something mysterious about it! I loved it. Managed to combine it with the daily prompt of traditions too. Obviously, all these ancient traditions, I made up! For those that want to know the bit in the thing Griffin chants is a bit of googled latin – “Return from the dead, My Wife, hear my summons, come to me” – or something along those lines. 🙂

If you want to give the prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Mask – and join in the prompt. KL ❤

Stretch It Out

Effortless was once the case
But now everything just aches
Each stretch causes multiple cracks
From my joints and now my back!

I used to jump around with glee
At Boyzone, Limp Biscuit then Tenacious D
But now my body groans with pain
It has given up and can’t stand the strain

My other half stretches with enjoyment
Fitness daft! It’s just annoying
Running and jumping with plenty of ease
While I’m on the floor desperately trying to breathe

I got complacent, my body rebelled
Now to get fit, it’s putting me through hell
But I’ll persevere, I’m not yet deflated!
When I lose those final pounds I know I’ll be elated

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Just Jot It January 11th – effortless

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Back In The Day

I read an article recently which was talking about the development of mankind over the last 100 years. It was basically saying that if you go back 100 years, which isn’t that long, in fact it is 1 lifetime nowadays, literally everything will be different. This vast growth and change is not really seen through the rest of human history, even in the great renaissance period not everything changed quite as dramatically as the last 100 years. Bring someone into our lifetime and they would truly not believe the world we live in, and would question their very sanity. Just your average Joe Blogs in Britain would see all of the following for example:

Food – 100 years ago food was a luxury, people had a make do attitude and made food go as far as possible, nowadays we have an obesity crisis, regular dieting is required by many to maintain a healthy weight and there are actual campaigns to reduce food waste!

Money – currency in Britain has completely changed over the last 100 years with the introduction of decimilisation.

Kids – If a child had a bicycle they were very fortunate. This years “must have” Christmas present was a hoverboard! Now kids can get to school just by balancing. Speaking of school, 100 years ago it wasn’t uncommon for children to be pulled from school to help with harvesting and other activities required by families, nowadays if a child misses 1 day of school a parent can risk being fined.

EvolutionAdd in changes such as; TV, travel, holidays, jobs, NHS healthcare, clothing, housing, bathrooms, roads, female rights, gay rights, just about everything you can think of has changed over the last 100 years. It really makes you wonder what the next 100 years will bring, doesn’t it?

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Grandma’s Night Out

A few months ago my mother arranged a visit down to stay with me for a few days and brought my grandma with her. I have glorious memories from my upbringing are of my mother taking myself (and sometimes my grandma) to the theatre, so I decided it would be a lovely surprise to book a night at the theatre for us. What was on at the theatre?

The Full Monty!”

This was a stage production of the actual movie so not just some sleazy stripping, but let’s face it, it’s still a movie about stripping! What to do? My wonderful plans were already going of course, so I thought sod it! And booked them anyway.

I had a discussion with my best friend and we decided in for a penny in for a pound and her and her mother joined us. Worst case scenario my grandma would hate it and if so my OH happily agreed he would pick her up and take her back home. My mum and grandma arrived and after exchanging greetings and news we sat down to a lovely dinner Darling OH had prepared, I decided this was the moment to unveil my surprise and passed the envelope with the tickets. On opening, my mother thought they were for the pantomime (the theatre company had included an advertisement on the back of the tickets), when I told her to read it again. She burst out laughing and I explained I thought it would be a nice treat and we’d make a girly evening of it.

We got ready, OH dropped us off and we full montymade our way inside. The seats I booked were the cheapest and literally the back row of the theatre, practically in the rafters (I hadn’t thought this through as I have a disabled mother and a grandma with me!) but we got to our seats and waited for the show to start – the small theatre was packed out. Half an hour, my mum and my grandma were giggling along with the rest of us. Nothing to worry about at all. In fact the funniest bit of the evening was my grandma rolling her eyes and saying “yeah right” at one of the scenes, this made my mother and I laugh even harder!..

We now have even more treasured memories of the theatre, although entirely different from those previously.

I wonder if I can book magic mike for next year?…

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Lessons Learnt from a Tray of Eggs

My OH paid a short visit to the grandparents today, not something we get to do nearly as often as we’d like. His Grandma is one of my favourite people on earth, she is really short and probably as round as she is tall but she’s an amazing tower of strength. She’s is a proper matriarch of the family, that always wants to know how all the family are doing all the time (with 8 children, 19 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren it’s not an easy task!), but she just wants to know everyone is doing well, healthy and happy.

She’s never had a lot of money, with 8 children to raise and feed and granddad working as a farm labourer you learn to make do, yet all the kids and grandkids and great grandkids adore her and no-one ever feels they missed out. Even now in her older years she was telling my OH that she managed to purchase a second hand 3-piece suite for £30. My husband realised we had paid more than that for our dog bed! In a world that is based on keeping up with the Jones’, it is easy to forget that these things will not matter in the long run. We may feel at the time that we are missing out on something but six months, a year, 5 years down the line will we still feel like that?Lewis Carroll_Alice in Wonderland_different yesterday

My OH took something away from the visit (quite literally) and it seemed appropriate to share it. Grandma and Granddad are pensioners without a lot of money, yet as my OH left the house grandma thrust a tray of eggs into his hands. Granddad still keeps an allotment with a few chickens and ducks on it, so we got given some eggs. We have enough to buy these things, and they didn’t take anything for them they just wanted to share what they had with the ones they love. I think that is a beautiful, touching, honourable thing.

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
– George Bernard Shaw

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Assumptions and Logic – are your arguments robust?

Assumptions have an unnerving way of becoming facts and received wisdom over time. This seems to be the case more and more lately particularly with the power of Facebook. I regularly seem to be reading stuff on there that I know not to be true.

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A recent post that I saw being discussed was about the weather (typical British :p), saying “the flooding of a local area is down to global warming” (which is most likely true in a partial form) but I then read an article the same day about the same area having similar floods several times during different periods in the last century, so it can’t be the only reason for the area having flooded. Agreed, it is possibly a contributing factor but people just seem to make these statements without all the facts. That area has flooded in the past, yet there are more and more houses added to it, potentially without adequate drainage solutions provided and of course removing green space which can be so crucial to waterlogged areas and I am sure there are many many other contributing factors. Anyway I’m in no way an expert on global warming or flooding (and I’m wittering!), all I am trying to say is people seem to jump on a bandwagon, especially when a fear factor is concerned but they don’t seem to provide reasonable and robust arguments for these statements (both for and against).

My husband is reading a great book at the moment called “The World According To The Man In The Pub” and it reviews “so called” facts that you get told by the man in the pub and it’s amazing just how many you think are true. One story featured – that I have heard many times and believed (although I am gullible!) – was that if a store had incorrectly priced something they had to sell you it at that price. That is not true. A store at any point can refuse sale of an item and they can do so for any reason, it’s their item.

So, maybe before people dive in at the deep end, maybe they should just sit back a little and examine all the facts surrounding something, maybe even read a book about it. 🙂

KL ❤

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Just Jot It January 7th – Robust Just Jot It January – 2016

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