Welcome to Di from pensitivy101: The Three Things Challenge. #179 Every day she’ll give you three things that will hopefully trigger your creativity. You don’t have to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind. Today’s Three Things are PANICPUNCH SHOP
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
It’s war out there, each man woman and child for themselves. Except it’s not war is it this is a time we should all be pulling together.
Trina approached work with the rising panic she had felt all this month. As she tapped in the entry code on back door pad she checked behind her to make sure no one was watching. Entering the warehouse she was relieved to see all her co workers there. “Hi, Trina are you ready for another day of panic buying fun? ” It was Tom the shop manager, a say shop was an understatement it was infact a superstore.
Trina laughed wryly “Fun, really , I wouldn’t call it fun. Not after that woman threw a punch yesterday and it all went south! It took SCO 19 an hour to sort out the pandemonium. ”
Ten minutes later in her Waitrose uniform and stab jacket Trina walked up the shop floor to the customer service desk, dodging customers and goods alike.
What a state this world is in. We have a dying planet, choked up with emissions, and strangled with plastic and waste. Now I am sure the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are here. I wrote the poem / story below some years ago. I thought things were bad then yet nothing has improved infact it’s worse. So I have revamped the story today!
IS IT REALLY TOO LATE?
Time was late, the day was cold the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart
The scene from the street was enough to stop your heart.
Four horse men
Slowly and silently approached along the street.
No one could of known, this was the place they had assigned to meet.
As this strange apparition it’s progress did make,
It left fights and hunger and deathly illness in it’s wake.
Where once was the normal order of life
Was suddenly killing and gorging, sickness, death and strife.
Stopping their horses and dismounting as one
They found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon.
One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters ….sweet”
They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out
And terrible hunger and thirst spread about.
Terrified customers died in the rush for the door
People started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more there was blood and guts all over the floor.
Death motioned the others to get a table
As he addressed the barista, a sickly lad and ordered “four Americanos and a bagel!”
The boy felt so weak as he looked in to the eyes of Death fear gripped his throat
The rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!
Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food,
“I wanted espresso “griped War in a mood.
Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place.
For he had the last word and was in charge of this space!
Finally with the local humans all dead
They sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.
After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up
And asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup.
Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.
“I need another , where is the barista ” Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay” Famine sighed
Coffee over, decisions needed to be made
How to deal with this world’s problem. Plans had to be laid.
“I think I should simply traverse this world
And make them their missiles unfurl,”
Said War before adding “with you, Death in my wake,
How long would total annihilation take?”
“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread my cloak and make them all suffer.
I have a new toy Corvid 19
It favours the old and sick , it very keen.
You can then step in Death, as they choke and splutter.”
War banged the table ready to fight
But Death stepped in knowing his way was right .
Looking around brothers do you not agree
They are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”
He saw they were not happy with his interventions
So he enlightened them all with ghastly intentions .
“We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester.
It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!
They thought for a while while Death entertained them, with his fiddle
Like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such giggle.
The decision was made and they all agreed
They would just make thing worse for all those in need .
They would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions,
Of knowledge and money.
They would disease the corn the milk and the honey.
Death would stalk the world in his usual way
Clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.
They then left the scene of their destroying powers
Riding off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .
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The News papers and TV got the story the very same day.
“Police want to question four hoodies on horse back ” they say.
There is a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen.
Apparently strange horses, one white,one red, one black and one pale green?
This made the headlines all over, for a day, well maybe one day more
Then it is back to Famine and Plague in Africa and the States and UK to step into yet another War!
The Greens are screaming we must save Mother Earth
Unknowing that she already dancing a dirge with Death.
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Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting that morning,
Well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time .
But even holding off his brothers, of hope there still was no sign.
He was tired of all the work he had to do,
Exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too.
The task set before them was too great for them to solve ..
Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve !
As the Apocalyptic quartet rode off claiming souls
They were laughing at humans all bulk buying toilet rolls.
All that paper won’t help them survive
With plague’s new new virus, no amount of loo roll will keep them alive.
It’s Saturday again and it’s time LindaGHill’s #SoCs, she said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cheek.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy!”
“What a bloody cheek” she shouted as the man in the BMW cut her up on the inside! I’m not having that she thought to herself. Putting her foot down on the axcellorater she sped past him and cut in right in front of him making him put on his brakes.
“Cheeky mare” he muttered, as he slowed up sharply. He pushed his hand down on the horn and smiled, “That’ll make her jump”
It did, but it also made her angry and she cursed him, he’s got the cheek of the devil she thought to herself.
At that moment his phone rang , like a fool he he answered it as he shot past her again as it began to rain. The dry road soon became slippery. Just then as she sped up again the lorry came over the brow of the hill.
They both saw it, she lost control at exactly the same time as he did the BMW hit her Audi knocking it into the path of the juggernaut something on the road made the BMW spin into back of the Audi.
After the noise of the crash, there was silence, total silence. The lorry driver was stunned , after he had rung the police he slowly climbed down from his cab and approached the mangled metal that was all that was left of the two cars.
The paramedics were shocked by the mess of metal that had been two cars. Both drivers were dead, both had their mobiles in their hands. The lorry driver was in shock. The driver of BMW was unrecognisable lost in the mangled metal. The woman on the other hand was totally unmarked apart from a bloody cheek!
She would always watch over him and help him in any hour of need. She told him he had shown her such care and love , that he had tended to her even ignoring his own need.
So on a moonlit night he drove out to the beach he sat and talked with her until dawn . With tears she told him she could not stay no matter how much he beseeched
Finally as the sun was rising in the sky he gently kissed the angel and watched her as heavenward she did fly. Remember she called down to him I shall always be grateful and we shall meet again when you die
It is the First Saturday in February and LindaGHill said: ” Your Friday for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “choices.” Base your post on the subject of making small, uneventful choices. Enjoy!”
The Hoosiers and Choices, what has that got to do with my post today.. Not a lot really apart from the Title and the strange Japanese style video, (our Linda lives a Japanese group called Buck Tick)
Choices can be large or small and you never know what affect they can have on your life. Let me give you some examples. Fifty four years ago I went to a youth club with my friend Anne. I met a young man there … I was thirteen he was seventeen, had I not chosen to speak to him I would not be living the life I am today with three sons and two grandsons. Yes he became my husband.
That was a small choice that led to a big choice, to say hello and then later the choice to say yes.
Another small choice to help a blind lady by taking her guide dog, who was only sixteen months old, out for her free exercise . This choice let to Ruby becoming a permanent member of our family after her retirement.
If I had not chosen to write out my feelings after breaking my back a second time and finding bit so hard to recover, I would never of started blogging and I would never of met all these beauties!
It’s Sunday again and time for Song Lyric Sunday. Our gracious host Jim Adams has said our prompt for January 12, 2020 – is: Bottom/End/Middle/Side/Top.
Now Jim introduces us to this prompt by talking about “Football Terms” Obviously I realised he was discussing American Football because to my English ear he was describing Rugby… I will go no further on this but I will say : “Two nations divided by one language!”
In 1973 when Stuck In The Middle With You, was released I had been married two years, expecting our first child and living miles from my London home. In the middle of nowhere in Devon. On top of a high hill, I had to walk down to the bottom of the hill to get to the shops . That was a mile and a half. My travels didn’t stop there it was another Mike and a half further down the hill to the town and the sea. If I needed the doctors that was off to the side up another hill. Where ever I went it was a long walk down and a long walk back up to the top to reach the end of any journey. I was truly stuck in the middle.
Egan and Rafferty met as teenagers in Paisley, and became the core of Stealers Wheel. They were initially joined by Roger Brown, Rab Noakes and Ian Campbell in 1972. By the time the band was signed to A&M Records later that year, Brown, Noakes and Campbell had been replaced by Paul Pilnick, Tony Williams and Rod Coombes.
The original line-up recorded Stealers Wheel (October 1972), produced by American songwriters and producers Leiber & Stoller, andwas a critical and commercial success, reaching No. 50 in the US Billboard 200 album chart, with their hit single “Stuck in the Middle with You” coming from the album. On 7 November 1972 the band appeared on BBC 2‘s The Old Grey Whistle Test, performing “I Get By” and “Late Again”. Read more here.
The band performed the song on the BBC’s Top of the Pops in May 1973, and the song charted at No. 8 in the UK Singles Chart. It also became an international hit, reaching No. 6 in the US Billboard Hot 100.
Look at Marjorie Mallon’s beautiful new book cover. Not only is this book a perfect read but the first month’s royalties will be donated to the fund for helping Australia in it’s present predicament.
Year Ending was a strange place nothing much ever happened there. The streets were always shrouded in half light, that late afternoon light just before it gets dark. There was always rain or snow, even both on occasion. The houses were always dressed for Christmas but the decorations inevitable looked old, tired!
There was always something in the air, a coming to an end of things past that cannot be undone and a conflicting expectancy of an unknown start a comming. Nothing ever got started or ended it was as if everyone and everything there was caught in a void.
Just up the road in the next town everything was bright and new everything was hustle and bustle. The streets were lined with houses that looked brand new. People were busy full of good intentions and resolutions! Yes everything was always bright and new.
Two towns only a minute apart, yes indeed Year Ending and New Year.
