Double Cross.


Friday 3rd February 2017.


Words 609.

Double Cross.

“You better hand it over or I’ll shoot you. In your arms first then your legs, maybe knee caps first, then the feet. So where is it?” Alfred just looked at him, showing no fright or shock. He knew this man, holding the gun in his right hand would use it as he says, but he also felt confident that he could outwit him and eventually over power this evil person.

“I haven’t got it but I know where to get it.” Alfred said calmly.

“Well, where is it?” the man said gruffly.

“Oh yeh, like I am going to tell you. Soon as I do so you’ll shoot me anyway, so I’ll take you there. Or just shoot me and you’ll never get it.” Alfred saying with some authority.

“Okay, but if you are playing me, then I will. Lets…

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Possible Fate? Dream

Tuesday 2nd August 2016

Have managed to complete the allotted word count on my current story. Leach and Wilson. A crime fiction story. New ground for me because I usually write fantasy, weird creatures and magical lands with witches, wizards, fairies, elves and other creatures common to these stories. Below is an excerpt from my current story, I am at this moment very close to finishing it. Maybe about another 1000 words give or take a few hundred. I will let everyone know when this big event, big for me, actually happens.



Andrea was running through the house, each open door was inviting, but she continued to run. The corridor was getting darker and narrower, she was finding it difficult to see her way. She stretched out her arms with her hands grasping air. Feeling her way, touching the walls, the smooth cold tile. Why is there tiles she thought, this corridor leading nowhere, the doors ceased to be visible not because it was dark but because there were no more doors. The walls were continuously guiding her way, she was being squeezed there was just enough room for her, she was now walking. The further she walked the harder it was getting. She felt something tugging at her, she leaned forward, struggling to put one foot in front of the other, until she could move no more. Her body was doing the motions but she was not getting anywhere. The darkness that had enclosed her started to evaporate.

The sound of men behind her shouting for her to stop. The sound of gunfire, and bullets ricocheting off the walls. The screaming and shouting was getting louder, she could not see anyone, it was her who was screaming. The darkness was now almost gone, when a man appeared before her. The face she knew, she recognised him but just for a moment she could not put a name to him. Then it came to her ‘Spencer’ and she tried to speak his name but no words came from her mouth. His face showed fright, he was in pain, she could see tears in his eyes. Behind him another man appeared, he was laughing, Andrea could see evil his eyes. She shouted at Spencer but again no sound was heard. Still laughing the man produced a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Spencer. Andrea screamed, then shouted again, she felt her throat tightening, she was still hearing nothing. The man fired the gun, the bullet exited the gun barrel, slowly it travelled through the air. Andrea tried to grabbed Spencer, tried to push him but her hands went straight through him. The bullet was getting closer, Andrea closed her eyes, still seeing everything. She put her hands over her eyes, still she could see. The bullet was now so close she just screamed and screamed as the bullet entered Spencer’s head. The blood spray slowly misted out from his head, until the bullet exited his forehead and took half his face with it. Andrea then could not see Spencer, he was no longer recognisable. Was it Spencer she was looking at, she wasn’t sure anymore. She looked away, unable to look anymore, her eyes looked at the floor and she saw Spencer’s face, the piece of his face that had been shot off. His body slowly collapsed, when suddenly sound hit her ears. The sound of laughing echoing from the man who killed Spencer, the laughing face of Gary Walters, the wealthy murderer, appeared in front of Andrea.

The vibration of the phone in Andrea’s pocket was getting stronger the longer it continued. She suddenly jumped awake, she had been sweating, her forehead was soaked and her shirt was sticking to her. When she stood to retrieve her phone she almost collapsed back into the chair. Her injured leg had decided to tell her she should go to the doctor. She squealed as the pain shot up her calf into her thigh. It took a few seconds to gather her thoughts, she checked the caller ID as she put the phone to her ear, “Hello Alan, how’s it going?” She was surprised when the female voice on the other end spoke, “Hi, I’m a friend of Alan, and am at his flat with him. He asked me to phone you and a Lois, he has been shot and is currently sleeping.” Andrea interrupted her, “shot! how but….”

Rachel just said, “Look I am here and will tell you everything when you come to his flat. I assume you know where it is.” she didn’t give any chance for a conversation she ended the call.

“Is this still a dream?” she muttered. She looked at the time on her phone she had been asleep for nearly four hours. She found the number for Lois and pressed the button. It was engaged. She automatically thought the girl who rang her was now ringing Lois. Andrea had to make herself a some coffee before she went anywhere, her body was still sticking to her clothes and her emotions were still a little mixed up. A coffee or two was ideal medicine to calm her and bring her into reality.

Gerry A/C 2016©


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Magic Violin pt 3.

Monday 14th March 2016

FROM THE PORCH…Just in time, my afternoon stroll was very invigorating. The sun was shining and the spring heat could be felt on my back. While I get myself a cup of tea please enjoy the reading of the final part of this story. Very easy and relaxed, no murders or violence of any sort. Enjoy and thanks.


Magic Violin 

Pt 3


They stood over their parents gravestone looking at and reading the inscription, trying to make sense of the words.

“Do you suppose it is actually our parents grave the scry and words are referring to?” Issy asked unconvinced as to why they were there.

Graham was kneeling down and looking closely at the head stone, running his fingers over it. “Considering the age of the stone it still looks brand new, after fifteen years I would expect a bit more dirt and grime.” Graham said while still investigating the stone.

He stood up and took out the paper that he had written the verses on and started to read through them.

“Can anyone see a bow, the verse says low and see and press a bow. But there is nothing on the stone to resemble a bow.” Graham was muttering to himself not expecting a reply. Angie bent down to look with him, she lifted the metal  flower vase from its marble inset holding and looked in, “Hey Gray do you think this is what is meant by bow?” Graham quickly moved to look in. “I think you might have found it.”

On the base was a mould covered carving of cupid and his bow, it was circular and the size of a two inch medal making it difficult to see at first. Angie put her hand in and felt about and then pressed,  it went downwards like a switch. All three heard a click followed by a hiss.

The head stone slowly tilted forward  revealing an opening, exposing a small doorway, which had small stone steps leading downwards into the dark earth. The Cupid button Angie pressed exposed a small diamond at the bottom of the marble cup. She held it up for the others to see.

“What the …!” Angela never finished. Graham pulled a torch from his coat and said, “Okay, so it looks like we have an invite, let me have the diamond it might have a use.”

“No way am I going down there, I’ll stay here, keep watch if you like.” Angela said rather scared at the thought of going into the earth.

“Issy and I will go and see what we can find.” Graham said looking at Issy. She nodded her okay.

Graham took out a torch from his pocket, led the way down into the darkness and lit the way for Issy to ease herself downwards. There was enough room to stand up as they both reached the earthy floor and slowly moved forward along the narrow tunnel.

“This place looks pretty clean for somewhere underground and unused.” Graham said as he was walking slowly through the dark tunnel.

“Wonder where it leads!” Issy said following Graham closely.

Further along the tunnel Graham halted and said, “This looks like a door.” standing in front of the blockage and feeling his way around the strange door. “No visible handle or lock.”

Issy moved to his side and searched with him. “Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to build this, even putting in safeguards.” She moved around the floor and feeling the damp earth until her hands smooth over a bump.

“On the floor, shine your torch down here.” Issy said with enthusiasm still kneeling on the floor. The torch light illuminated a brass knob protruding from the floor, completely dust free.

Issy pressed her foot on the knob and the door slowly swung open. “If I knew no different I would think this place is being maintained and oiled and cleaned regularly.” Graham said while bending and pausing at the door to look through. He shone his torch to reveal the inside.

“Or it could be magic.” Issy said not really sure if she meant her words.

Before entering Graham shone his torch around the small chamber again, a room of about twelve feet square and the same in height. Like everything before them this chamber looked very clean, no dust or spider webs anywhere to be seen.

“You hang back by the door while I look around, it does look empty but there maybe some hidden button or switch or something.” Issy nodded in agreement as she could understand Grahams caution.

When he stepped into the chamber, a light came on, illuminating the room in a bright blue light. Turning off his torch Graham proceeded hesitantly and with caution to search the small chamber. Twice he walked slowly around the room, and zigzagging across the floor but he did not see anything. Issy at the door asked, “can you see anything, obviously the violin is not here but maybe there is a sign, there must be something?”

It was on his third run he noticed something small in the centre of the room, bending to inspect, he noticed a small square marked on the earth floor. In the false light it was very difficult to see, he started to brush the floor with his fingers. There was no dust, and he realised what he saw was exactly as he saw it. Looking closer he found an indentation, a hollowed out shape, not very deep almost invisible. Smoothing his fingers over it and pushing it and pressing, trying everything he could think of.

“There is something in the floor here and it has an indentation but I cannot work it out or what is does.” Graham said aloud to Issy.

“Does it have a specific shape, the indent I mean?”

“Slightly pear shaped with a jagged edge.”

“What about the diamond, it must have a reason to being.” Issy was saying.

“Oh yeh! Good idea I’ll try it.” Graham replied.

He then placed the diamond in the marking, fiddled with it until he found the correct seating and let go of it.  Nothing happen for a moment.  Graham was about to pick it up and try again when suddenly a bright blue light became visible. Small square beams on the floor growing larger and brighter. A pillar approximately 12 inches square equalling the markings that rose up from the floor. A glass cabinet appeared, a blue light shining from the inside making it difficult to see anything that was inside it. Eventually the cabinet, several feet high, came to a halt, the light within slowly dissolved, revealing its contents. Automatically a glass door opened by sliding downwards, Graham walked round the pillar and removed the violin, held it up showing Issy who smiled and whispered her thanks.

“I have no idea how, trying to explain this, I don’t think so.” Graham said walking back through the door and heading back along the small tunnel to Angela.


Gerry Ainger/Cobb© Monday 23rd June 2014


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Magic Violin pt 2

Wednesday 2nd March 2016.

Are you all ready for the second part of the Magic Violin? The porch is now empty, the guitar is safely inside and the outside light is now off plunging the porch into moonlight. The chill of the night closing in and if the weather forecaster is right then I shall wake to frosty morning.  ENJOY!


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Pt 2.

Words 786

In the shop, an antique plus bric-a-brac shop, Angela and Isobel sat in the back room chatting.

“But sis’ I really thought it was in the cafe, I had been nowhere other than there. You see Issy, I left home with it, as you know we planned to lock it in the shop safe. I did my usual, stopped off at the cafe ordered a coffee and drank it and left. All this took no longer than fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t worry Angie we’ll find it, Graham knows stuff and how to seek it out.”

“But Issy, the violin just seem to vanish on its own, there was only one other in the cafe and she was still there when I went back. Jean behind the counter said she saw nothing and I believe her, she has been a friend for a long while. The violin is valuable to only us.” Angie said again crying as Isobel gave her a hug.

“We shall find it, what ever it takes we shall find it.” Said Isobel comforting her sister.

Graham read both the instructions and the verse and neither made sense to him. He unrolled the certificate and by looking carefully he could just make out the two line verse the instruction page mentioned. The two lines read ‘Looking high all you will see is the sky. Look low and you should see and press the bow.’  Again this made no sense to him. He read the verse in the diary once again…

‘The resting place where silence is forever more.

Quietly you may see the words telling you.

Take the stone,  touch the map to open the door.

Inside is the prize that you always knew.’

He read the lines once then twice and once again, he was baffled not much made any sense to him. “I think I will put it to Angie and Issy.” he said quietly to himself, as he put the certificate back into the tube.

In the shop Angie had just finished serving a customer, when Graham entered the shop and passed  the customer as she exited.

“Hey girls I got something you need to know, I have to tell you both something. A little something mum had told me.” Graham spoke loudly as he walked across the floor towards the shop counter.

“I’ll close the shop and we can chat in the kitchen, it is nearly time anyway.” Said Angela.

In the kitchen Graham explained his findings and why mother asked him to keep in to himself. “So you see, Angie, you left the violin alone and because of the place being unknown it sensed danger, not sure what danger, maybe just the fact of being picked up by a stranger. Because of this the violins magical qualities came into action, to save itself, it vanished, to a place we have to discover with these verses.”

“If mother knew of this then why does she not know where the violin will appear?” asked Isobel.

“I am not sure Issy, but I think it was because she never lost it. That is probably why she told me about the certificate and the diary, it is these that will lead us to it.”

Both the girls just looked at each other not sure what to think. Graham pulled out a map from his coat pocket and a chain with a glass pendant attached.  “We need to scry for it and hope we find an area in which to look.” Graham  unfolded and laid the map on the table. He then dangled his pendulum over the map and moved it slowly around. “Mum did say that if this happens to the violin it is never too far away from its home base. Its home base is Angela’s house, so I will concentrate on this area.”  Ten minutes of turning the pendant and chanting spells with no result until the pendant hovered over the nearby churchyard.  The pendant suddenly thumped onto the map, and fixed onto a place. The girls looked and saw its position, “Its the graveyard, the same one our parents are in.” said Angela.

“You don’t think it is our parents grave do you? asked Issy.

“It looks very much like it. I suggest we hurry and start a search before  dark, come on.” said Graham folding up the map and then tucking it back into his pocket.

Gerry Ainger/Cobb © June 2014.


The Certificate – ‘Looking high all you will see is the sky. Look low and you should see and press the bow.’

‘The resting place where silence is forever more.

Quietly you may see the words telling you.

Take the stone,  touch the map to open the door.

Inside is the prize that you always knew.’

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Magic Violin pt 1

Monday 22nd February 2016

Today my porch is dry, the weather is bright with a slight breeze sweeping from my left. My tea-cup is empty and will refill when I have told you todays story. Please enjoy this repeat to which I never posted the 3rd and final part. So part 1 of 3 is below just to refresh everyone’s mind.  ENJOY!


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Pt 1.

Words 756

Isobel came running in, slamming the front door and then falling over the carpet and shouting ‘ouch’ as she hit the floor. On her knees and leaning forward on her hands, she looked up at Graham, who had rushed to her aid, “Angela has lost the violin, the one mother gave us.”

“Tell me you are joking, I mean she has just mislaid it in the shop!” Graham said frustrated while Isobel took his hand and he pulled her up to her feet. Isobel sat on the arm of the chair, and started to rub her knees, “No it is not in the shop, at least she says it’s not. She told me she thinks she left it in the cafe this morning, and when she realised it was missing she rushed back to the cafe and it was gone. And no one had seen it.” Isobel started to shed some tears. “That was our mums, it is the only thing we have of her.”

“Where is Angela now?” Graham asked.

“In the shop, and she is very upset as well. To be honest I don’t think she should be there on her own, so I will go and sit with her after I have freshened up.” Isobel stood and went upstairs.

Graham started to pace the room, in full thought, he knew something about this violin that none other knew. Their mother had told him and pledged him to secrecy. With this knowledge he knew of a possible way to locate it, but he needed to find a certificate and a diary for the year of 1926. This was his secret his burden, he had to put trust in his mother’s wish as to why she told only him. So until he sees otherwise he will continue to keep it secret.

“Okay Gray I am going to the shop and help Angie, maybe find some thing new.” he stopped pacing and faced Isobel.

“I got a few things to do and after I’m done I will meet you both at the shop.” Isobel waved as she exited the house.

After making sure Isobel had gone he clicked open the attic hatch and pulled the ladder down. He climbed the ladder and found a light switch and started to search the attic, looking through boxes and bags, he found nothing. Pulling out a couple of boxes that were stacked on top of each other he noticed hidden behind them a small wooden chest. Scrambling around the boxes and other bags he pulled the chest forward and tried opening it. It was locked or was it jammed or rusted shut. He had a good feeling about this chest, he knew it contained the articles he was searching for. No matter what he tried it would not open, it stayed firmly shut. Graham remembered this was a false lock, smiling to himself he turned the chest round so the back was facing him. Sliding his finger along the edge he found and pressed three hidden catches. As each catch was pressed Graham heard a muted click, it was when he pressed the third catch the lid popped open.  Pushing the lid fully open he then rummaged through the contents, in a matter of moments he found what he looking for. A sealed leather tube with an inscription of, ‘Only the blessed, only the anointed will have the power’

He opened the container and pulled out a rolled up parchment, a certificate, it was his mothers violin concert certificate. He briefly checked it and put the certificate back into its container.  He said to himself ‘now diary where are you?’

He closed up the attic and headed for his bedroom, and to a wardrobe. On the bottom shelf he found a shoe box which he took out and tipped the contents onto the bed. He saw it immediately, a bright red book with large gold numbers 1926 embossed on the front cover. The book was 80 years old but it looked brand new, as if just bought from the shop.

Graham then flipped through the pages and he found all pages were blank except for two pages. One had a verse and another which had some form of instruction, to do what!  Both pages had old English style script, looking like the words had been burned onto the pages. Deciphering the text was his task and hoping it would lead him to the violin, he knew he was the only that could do this.


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The Ferret.

Monday 8th February 2016.


Another windy day on the porch. Just thankful the storm has past because last night we experienced high winds, thunder and lightning. But today the sun is poking his head out once in a while. What rain falls is being blown over very quickly. As I watch the water streaming down the road I remember a story. Below is my recollection please enjoy… ‘The Ferret’


The Ferret.©

For attention: Head of Animal Police,

The other day, two days previous to this letter, I came upon a situation I think you should be made aware of.

Down by the stream I was witness to a ferret a rabbit and an otter, all three sitting on the river bank, what looked at first as if they were sunbathing, enjoy and relaxing in the sun. I would go as far as to say they were even talking to each other, but my point is they were minding their business, harming no one or any other animal. Everything was quiet until the three vipers slithered into their space. The rabbit was scared but was being protected by the ferret and otter. The ferret seemed to be the leader of the three animals as it was him that faced the vipers. The vipers then circled the animals and the ferret was getting very angry, baring his teeth and snarling at the snakes. The snakes were hissing loudly and showing fangs. For five to ten minutes nothing more than angry faces and noises were the threats, until one of the snakes slithered close to the rabbit and struck at him. The ferret saw this and was faster than the snake and managed to stop the snake in mid strike, by catching the snake by his neck and promptly snapping with one quick twist. The snake fell dead.

Because of this action the other snakes tried to retaliate, even though they started the trouble. Another three snakes nearby moved in and stood ready to take action and get their revenge. The ferret and the otter were fast, too fast for the snakes, but they were hindered by trying to protect the rabbit. Several more vipers slithered in to join the melee. With the extra snakes the poor otter and ferret stood no chance, their resolve was slowly being overwhelmed.

It looked like the end for the ferret, the otter and the poor helpless rabbit as the snakes surrounded them, slowly slithering in on them. Suddenly there was some high-pitched yelps and the appearance of a family of four foxes came running in to the aid of the animals. The snakes gave a retreating hiss as they saw the new danger they quickly slithered away into the long grass and disappeared.

Anyway my dear sirs, my point here is we cannot have the vipers intimidating and harming the animals. The other and main point is ‘where are the badgers, the police, we need more police on the beat. These nasty and violent vipers once again got away with their actions.

I would like to read your reasons and how you are to deal with this incident and similar reported ones.

From your law-abiding domestic husky dog while out for a walk.

Gaa/C© Thursday 19th June 2014.



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Sneak the Spider

Friday 29th January 2016.




Through a Web Darkly.

Sneak the Spider. [my title]

“C’mon Holly we should turn back.”

“Not yet, we are nearly there. I’m sure it is not far.” Holly kept moving forward.

“You know we should not be here….. I don’t want get lost.” Robin said as he made a grab for Holly’s hand. She pulled away from him, and  hurried around the bend. Robin stopped, he was scared, he had never come this deep into the wood. He was trembling, it was now he thought about going back. His mother would punish him if she finds out he has come into the wood. Both he and Holly have been told many times never to enter the wood and go past the large oak.

“I told you it was here, Robin! where are you?” Holly shouted looking about and not seeing Robin.

Robin heard her voice and ran towards her, around the bend he saw her in the middle of the track looking into the wood. He reached her and looked the way she was staring and became as entranced as Holly.

“Wow! that is big.” he whispered to Holly.

“But isn’t it beautiful? All those colours.”

They both took a step forward towards the edge of the wood.

When from above the largest spider ever floated down from the branches of the tree. It halted eye level in front of the children, its mouth moving but nothing could be heard. The spider was as big as Holly and Robin, all black and hairy with legs everywhere.

“Hello little people, do you like playing games? I have many games we can play.” the spider said in a voice that sounded like air leaking from a balloon. Holly and Robin squeezed each others hand, “I haven’t had company for sooooo… long.” the spider wheezed.

“I don’t trust you spider, you trying to trick us because we are children.” said Holly nervously.

“I don’t trick children, I am lonely, and have many games.”

“Okay then tell us your name, I suppose you do have a name?” Robin blurted out unexpectedly. The spider hurried up into the tree on his rope size web. Both children looked at each other, slightly puzzled, then moved another step closer the giant spider web that was weaved between to large pine trees with the straightest trunks they had seen. The colours of the web glistened in the sun, the rays shooting through the trees creating a magical look. Holly reached out to touch the web, “no, Holly don’t touch it you will stick to it. It has a glue on it to capture flies.” Robin said holding Holly from touching it. “My mum said that is how they catch their food.”

The spider glided into view from behind the right tree on which its web was built. Standing in front of the children he looked at them both in turn, “my name is Sneak, I am often called this. What is yours?”

“I am Holly.”

“I am Robin, I am Holly’s best friend.”

“I do not have any friends, would you like to be my friend. Come into my parlour and play a game with me?” Sneak’s breath blowing Holly’s long hair to one side. Holly could smell bad breath, breath smelling like a waste bin.

The web started to spin from the centre, spiralling outwards, slowly getting larger. The edges were glowing blue and green with the centre a deep glossy black. Just for a moment Holly and Robin were hypnotised to the vision, the spinning colours capturing them and holding them.

It was the pinching of Holly’s hand made by Robin that pulled them back to the moment.

“You are trying to trick us spider.” shouted Holly.

“No, no little ones, just want to play games.”

“That is what you are doing playing games with us.”

“You are a sneaky old spider.” Robin said giving the spider as much an evil look as an eleven year old can give.

“I cannot see through your web, you have no parlour do you?” Holly asked.

“It is to stop you sticking to my web, and once you step through you will be able to see my parlour. A nice little room with a log fire and home made carpets over the dry earth. There is a nice wooden table with chairs.”

“Okay, Sneak, say we believe you, then you go through first.” suggested Holly.

Before the spider could reply Robin shouted to him, “why can’t we just go round the back, behind the trees.”

“It is magic, this world you are in is magic. You passed the giant oak tree didn’t you. Have you not been told not to go past the giant oak tree. Well now you know why.”

“I think we shall just turn and go back home.” Holly said annoyed with the spider.

“Aah! but you can’t. You are now here for me to play with. If you go through my web you will be safe and we can play games.” the spiders breath was beginning to hiss loudly.

Robin tapped Holly on the shoulder and started to whisper into her ear.

“Must not be rude little people, no whispering.” The children ignored him, Holly smiled and nodded and whispered something in reply, they both finished with a nod.

Robin moved slowly away eyes peering to the ground looking for something.

“Okay Sneak, we have talked and will play games with you, but you have to go through your web first to show us the way. We are scared little children who are lost, and believe you to be our friend as we do you.” Holly said quietly. Robin returned from his search and again whispered into Holly’s ear.

“If you little people are ready then follow me, but be careful not touch the edges.” Sneak moved slowly to his web, the spinning colours getting brighter, and the hole had become large enough for the children to climb through. They moved towards the web and waited for the spider to proceed through the hole. Both children noticed that Sneak was also being very careful not to touch the edge. Slowly he moved, lifting each leg carefully making sure he was safe before moving on. He kept moving delicately and when almost half way through Holly looked at Robin. “Now, throw them.” Holly said to Robin

Robin then threw several sticks and a couple of large stones at the web. He gave some to Holly who also threw them at the web. With each stone or stick hitting the web, the vibrations made the web react. The spinning stopped, the colours turned dark, and the hole started to close. Closing quickly and trapping the spider.

“It worked.” shouted Robin.

The children heard a loud hissing of anger as the spider realised he had been tricked. The trickster had been tricked.

“Run, Robin quick lets get away.” shouted Holly as she grabbed his hand and ran off back along the path whence they had come.


“Holly, Holly wake up, you’ll be late for school.”

“Oh mum he was horrible and nasty, all I wanted was to be his friend.”

“You passed the giant oak didn’t you?” Holly nodded, “well I will tell you a story when I was your age one day, now come on get up breakfast is on the table.

Gerry A/C January 28th 2016©



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Treasured, etc, etc.

Monday 25th January 2016



At long last my porch has been repaired, new boards layed and varnished and the bannister rails with a new coat of paint. So for the first time for a long time I am sitting on the porch on this rather damp and miserable day. The mist has moved away and the fine misty rain sweeping slowly across the moorland. However, tea in hand, guitar leaning against my chair, I recall a story from my young days when I had not been playing the guitar for long………..


I was alone, sitting on my bed, strumming away on my guitar. If I remember right I hadn’t been playing long so therefore I would have been trying out some new exercises. These excercises would be scales, trying to loosen my fingers, followed by chord progressions, and finishing with a couple of newly learnt songs.

Mother appeared at the door and stood listening for a few minutes, then she came in, “Here, I think it is the right time.” she then handed me a violin case.

“This violin has been with me since I was thirteen, and I played it many time in concerts with a small orchestra. I also played it at Southampton Guildhall in 1937 and 38 when I was about your age. I did a solo piece and a duet with a young man I used to know well at the time. His name is Norman Spracklin, unfortunately I believe he was killed in the war. And as you are following my interest in music by playing a guitar I want you to have my instrument and hope you will look after it but please do what you feel. I don’t think it is worth much in monetary terms, maybe you might learn to play it a little bit.” She took the violin out of it’s slightly tatty and worn case and handed it to me, and after looking it over and feeling it I gave it back to her, “Can you tune it for me?” I asked.

I then witnessed the most amazing thing ever, even to this day nothing betters, my mother proceeded to tune the violin, with no tuning devices, and then played God save the Queen, our National anthem. I was so knocked back and impressed I started to embarrass my mother.

“Not bad…. it was over thirty years ago since I played anything on this violin, I am surprised the strings held out.” she left and returned about ten minutes later and handed me some documents. There were two music certificates and a three woodworking certificates.

“The music ones was for when I played in a competition and won the soloist section and came second in the duet category. I played with my friend Norman, that I have mentioned. He was an excellent violinist, I am sure if he survived the war he would have been famous in an orchestra travelling the world.” she then picked up the woodwork certificates. ” These I was awarded for my skills during the war where I was building gun boats at Bucklers Hard for the war effort. I learnt how to build the frames and interior and it was for these skills that the certificates were given to me. I had some lovely memories from that time, it was there I first met your dad.” She started to look a little emotional, sad maybe.

She started to leave when she turned and said, “I have never told anyone before but Norman very nearly became my husband, if he returned from his war effort,” she paused, “Well never mind he never came back. Anyway, I have had some good moments with the instrument. It is yours to do as you wish, just promise me you will look after it and give it a new home.” she then left and I was sitting on my bed alone with all sorts of thoughts going on in my head.One was that I was glad Norman never returned, purely selfish reasons. I would not exist was one.

I still have her violin and certificates after 45 plus years, the instrument is nearly a 100 years old, and I still cannot play it.

Gerry A/C© Re-posted from 2014

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Think before you???????? [poem]

Friday 15th January 2016.


Think Before You Leap.

I sometimes wonder by returning home,

Is it the right thing to do.

Yes I do still call it home

It is not the same which is quite true.


The village life is still within

But the people are no longer, gone.

Gone maybe, closely related more akin,

We are still singing the same ole’ song.


Thinking of now, living the moment,

Today not tomorrow or yesterday.

Everything one does is heaven sent.

Slogging through life, no way!


Ambling through the water-splash,

Strolling over the rickety old bridge.

Walking the grassy country footpath

Standing, staring out from the rivers edge.


The sun shines brightly on my apple tree,

The fruit is young with colourful blossom.

This tree was the place I wanted to be,

My tree was never far from my home.


No longer there, finally lived its life,

Its memory now takes its place.

As long as it remain bright and rife,

Need not travel back just to keep face.


When our present becomes our past,

And our now is what we want it be.

We are not in a play, not part of the cast.

We are the one who writes our story.

Gerry A.

cropped-sitting-on-a-porch11.jpg Gerry A/C 2016©


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New Batteries, Lights Bright. Brief Message

Friday 8th January 2016


stories are here again.

I have been away for a long time but now I have new batteries and my lights are bright. There will be poetry mixed with short and long stories that are brewing nicely in my head, eagerly awaiting to be read by you.  Some good and some, at the moment not so good. Also some are already written, maybe in need of a little editing. Some you may have read before, if so please be patient and enjoy again. 

I haven’t posted on this site for a long time, some may not have missed it, some may have, but for me it has been pure laziness. I have not posted regularly on Restawyle either and as for this site and my music site ‘Brocks Music Shed’ well I ashamed to say they have been ignored. I especially enjoyed posting music of many styles, many tastes and including your choices. So yes guilty of laziness. No excuses but I have been otherwise busy at times. But this site I miss and I want to get back into the Sitting on the Porch stories. Posting a varied range of stories, different story lines, mostly fantasy adventures with a twist. If you don’t mind I will start again by posting stories from my old blog called Sitting on the Porch from which this one has been renamed with the added digit 2. This name change etc.has been explained in an earlier post please read if confused, I am confusing myself. I have been writing a crime story and this might just be the place to post a few paragraphs for your views.

Sitting on the Porch symbol I have just printed off several copies of my fanatsy story ‘The Parchment’ a story of a magical journey with magical creatures. I am handing them out for people to read and hopeully give me some positive feedback. It matters not whether it is good or bad as long as it is constructive. Fingers crossed.

cooltext1174754489 Gerry A/C2016©

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