The three things Challenge #176

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 PANIC PUNCH 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.

Apocalypse Now?

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.

.

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.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 15/2020. Cheek.

It’s Saturday again and it’s time LindaGHill’s #SoCs, she saidYour Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cheek.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy!”

Image from here

“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!

#SoCs

Mr. Sagittarius is on his way!!! #newrelease #poetry #prose #photography

Marjorie Mallons Blog Tour starts tomorrow and she is excited.

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The Fallen Angel

image from Pixabay

Landing naked in the gutter she laid still not a sound did she utter.

The pain she felt she did not understand

For it was new to her and not part of God’s plan.

Every inch of her body hurt she was cut, bruised and covered in dirt.

She had never before left heaven’s gate she was scared now of what was to be her fate.

Laying there broken, naked and dirty  she wanted to wash  she,

Had nothing to hide her shame

And she shivered as blood ran down her tiny frame.

Her eyes began to sting as tears welled up, she could not understand a thing.

Suddenly a gentle hand picked her up, she was scared, rigid and

Every part of her body racked with pain.

She was never more beautiful then at this moment in this vulnerable state,

She wondered again what was to be  her fate.

He could not believe his eyes  this startled broken creature lying

In his hand all things known to him defies.

This broken angel in his hand , could he help her or was it out of his command.

Gently now he scooped her up she winced and he jumped

Nearly dropping her back into the gutter.

Breathing deep he steadies  his hand he is determined not

To damage a lock of her hair,  no, not even a strand.

He wanted to keep her,to mend her broken body. Why had he found her, was there a plan?

What ever  he decided to do the best he can.

Taking  a tissue from his pocket  he covered her nakedness, the look in her eyes was pain and thankfulness. H

He took her home and gently bathed her skin.

He whispered so as not to scare her. He asked how and from whence she had come

She said  he could not understand and so she could not tell,apart from the fact

That there was a battle and she had seen view from the gates of hell.

He spent days tending her and at her request he prayed for her. He kept her in a shoe box.

His dog investigated her  but the dog was gentle with her and let her nestle in it’s fur.

Finally she was healed and told him she must leave  she had to make her way back to heaven and that there was no need for him to grieve.

image from Pixabay

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

Image from Pixabay

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 1/2020. Choice.

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.

© willowdot21 2019
© willowdot21 2019

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.

© willowdot21 2019

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!

Bloggers Bash
Photo by permission of Ritu

Well that’s just three small everyday choices there are many many more but that’s for another time.

Choices,what’s my path

Which way to choose, win or lose

All for me to choose.

#SoCs

Above is a mistake, silly me I made the wrong choice m 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

SoCs

Photo prompt round-up: Keep #writephoto

To read Sue’s poem and explanation of the photos prompt plus all the entries.

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Song Lyric Sunday:Bottom/End/Middle/Side/Top

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.

Stealers Wheel were a Scottish folk rock/rock band formed in 1972 in PaisleyScotland, by former school friends Joe Egan and Gerry Rafferty.[1] Their best-known hit is “Stuck in the Middle with You“. The band broke up in 1975 and re-formed briefly in 2008.

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.

Happy Sunday everyone.

Cover Reveal : Mr Sagitarrius – Poetry and Prose #Tanka #Tuesday #Poet’sChoice #Coverreveal #Poetry #Prose

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.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 28/19

It’s the last Saturday of 2019 and so it’s the last SoCs of the year.

LindaGHill said, “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “year.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! #SoCs

Image from Pixabay

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.

Image from Pixabay

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