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May 2002 Work Of The Month

An Unexpected Visit
By Violet Ann Hall 
Fiction 008

 

The thunder grew louder and the lightening stronger, as the rain lashed against the windscreen, making it impossible for me to drive any further. I pulled over and switched off my engine. I was hopelessly lost! I cursed my stupidity for taking a wrong turn earlier and wondered where I was.

My Mother was in hospital, and had insisted I take her friend Janet her birthday present for her. I had been away at university for three years and had never met mother’s friend, but agreed to make a detour on my way back to Uni today, as it would only add a few extra miles to my journey. There was no sign of the storm abating, so I decided to ask for directions at the big house across the road from where I had stopped. I pulled my coat tightly around me and stepped out of the car, just as all the streetlights went out and a clap of thunder shook the ground.

"That’s all I need. A bloody power failure." I shouted loudly into the darkness of the night. The relentless heavy rain soaked me to the skin as I stood beside my car. Undeterred I ran across the road and driveway of the house, hardly visible now in the darkness and driving rain.

An old man, holding a lantern, answered my urgent knocking. He peered out of the doorway leaning on his walking stick, as he held the lantern up to see my face and asked what I wanted.

" I am lost." I blurted out. Trying to shield my head from the rain. "Please can you help me?"

"Better come out of the rain young lady." His smile seemed to light up his face. I was glad to be out of the rain, as I stepped inside he closed the door behind me.

" Thank you for your hospitality. I am sorry to disturb you. My name is Rosa and I need to find my way back onto the road to Mallidini."

"That’s all right young lady, my wife and I don’t get many visitors these days. "Here." He handed me a cloth as he spoke. "Dry yourself, you are soaked and you must be cold." Before I could answer he was walking down the hallway toward an open doorway, where I could see the inviting glow of firelight. He turned and beckoned me to follow him.

"Come and meet my wife Clara, she will be pleased to help you.

" Bill, is that you?" A frail voice called out as we entered the room.

"Who else darling? Bill replied gently " I am never far away dear, but I have a visitor here with me. Her name is Rosa and she is on her way to Mallidini and got lost in this storm."

Bill placed the lantern down on the table close to his wife and I could see Clara was blind. She was very old and frail, but she was smiling and told me to sit down. She asked Bill to make a hot drink for me.

"You must be so cold and wet dear, do say you will stay for a warm by the fire for a while." I accepted her offer and was glad of the warmth, as I sipped a hot cup of cocoa and sat down in a chair close to the fire.

Clara and Bill made me very welcome and it was easy to forget the storm raging outside. Even the glow from the fire and lantern only seemed to make it cosier as we chatted. Bill told me he had been a policeman before he retired and Clara had been a nursing sister in the local hospital until her eyesight began to fail. I was shown pictures of their two sons, Rob and Stuart, they had both been killed during the last war. There was sadness in Clara’s voice as she spoke of them, yet an unmistakable pride also. I became aware of a clock striking and glanced at my watch.

"My goodness." I exclaimed. "I never realized it was so late. I really must be
going soon."

"You are very welcome to stay if you wish Rosa." Clara offered. " We don’t have many visitors these days and we have really enjoyed our little chat."

"Thank you Clara. I have enjoyed our chat too, but Janet is expecting me, as I phoned earlier to say I was on my way. She will start to get worried if I don’t arrive there soon."

"All right dear, but do call in next time you are this way won’t you?" Clara asked, as I gave her a hug goodbye. " Now Bill, you make sure you give Rosa clear directions to Mallidini won’t you?" she called out as Bill walked me back to the front door.

"Yes I will Clara love, Now don’t you worry. I will be back in a minute." Bill called back.

He had written down directions for me and handed me the piece of paper as we reached the door.

"Oh, I can see I wasn’t too far off the road then Bill?" I said as I glanced at it.

"No Rosa just two more turns left would have got you back onto the main road. " He smiled as he added, "but then we would not have had the pleasure of your company would we"? Before I could answer he continued. You have made two lonely people very happy with your unexpected visit Rosa. Do call in if you are down this way again won’t you?"

"Yes I will Bill, I promised. Thank you both for everything." Just then Bill opened the front door and I breathed a sigh of relief to see the rain had eased down, though the streetlights were still out.

" They won’t get the lights on again tonight?" Bill muttered as I left and ran back across the road to my car. He was waving as I drove off.

I soon found myself back on the right road and the rest of my journey was un eventful. Janet was pleased with her present from Mother, but I was so late I did not stay for long. I breathed a sigh of relief, when I finally made it back on campus.

When end of term came I decided to drive the same way home and call in to see Clara and Bill again. I found the street easily and looked for the big house. There was no sign of it! There was just a very overgrown vacant block. I was sure I had the right address, so I knocked on the house next door and asked if they knew Clara and Bill. They had never heard of them. Now I was even more puzzled. I drove around for a while but there was no sign of the big house and I decided to try again another day.

When I reached home and told my mother about Bill and Clara she asked why I had not enquired at the police station. So I decided I would do so on my return journey.

The police were very helpful and checked for me, but what they told me will stay in my mind as long as I live. The house had been bombed just before the end of the war. Bill and Clara had both been killed in the bombing! The Police directed me to the local Library, where I read the full account of the bombing. Clara was registered as blind and Bill had joined the police force. There was also the record of the two sons, Rob and Stuart’s deaths in WW11. I was stunned! There was no mistake possible. Bill had gone back into the house to try to rescue Clara, because she could not see and would need his help to find her way out. What was left of the building had collapsed as he entered.

There seems no explanation for the phenomena that occurred that stormy night. Maybe it was a combination of the power failure and the storm? Maybe my desperate need for help? I will never know the answer.

I have one more year at University and every holiday I drive that way home. Just in case they come back for a visit. Never know do you?  

Copyright ©2002 Violet Ann Hall.  All Rights Reserved


May Poem Of The Month

The Birth (and Death) of Time
By John Tyson
Poetry 104

Time, conundrum of the years,
once given birth by Adam’s fears.
An insubstantial measurement
with need to specify life spent.
More precious far than golden vein,
for without time chaos would reign
and even mankind’s hopes and dreams
would be just more frustrated schemes.

The world would stop dead in its tracks.
The firmament, develop cracks
and through those fissures we would see
the face of God the judge...and He
residing in the Ever Now.
Our shameful heads we’ll meekly bow
in reverence at the awesome sight
with no more ceaseless day and night.

For time has passed beyond world’s end
and mankind’s knee once more will bend
before the Judge of good and base.
And man will humbly plead his case
and beg forgiveness for those deeds
committed by his earthly needs.
And sheep and goats shall separate
and go to their eternal fate.

Copyright ©2002 John Tyson.  All Rights Reserved

 

May Poem Of The Month

Friendship
By Karen Marquis
Poetry 101

The birth of friendship
begins with a smile,
a bright invitation
to walk the same mile.

Age has no bearing,
nor colour, nor race,
and friendships begin
no matter the place.

Some friendships grow
and last through the years,
sharing the joys,
the laughter, and tears.

Time makes no difference,
distance means naught,
to know someone cares
is a comforting thought.

Copyright ©2002 Karen Marquis.  All Rights Reserved

 

May Best Of Group

A Day To Forget
By Violet Ann Hall 
Nonfiction 402

Today has not been a good day! I feel I am losing the fight to stay strong, yet I know I cannot give in. Dear Diary, what would I do if I didn’t have you to share my pain? We have been through so much together, you and I. When I read back through previous pages I can see just how much we have shared. You have become a part of me. You are my confidante and friend. Together we have traveled the highs and the lows of my life. Strange though, because, it seems to me, just by sharing them with you, the lows become easier to bear, and the highs, so much more pleasurable to enjoy.

Last night my husband, Harry, had another mild heart attack! It was a long difficult night. The fear of losing him welled up inside me, like a monster in my nightmares. It is a fear I live with every day since his first heart attack three years ago. The fears you have shared with me my friend. You were there through it all, the many hospital visits. The operation, when they implanted his Pacemaker and the joy of seeing Harry getting strong enough to come home once again. Time and again I wrote the words, "Harry came home from the hospital today." You, more than anyone, knows the Roller-Coaster ride of emotions I have been on. Harry is okay and has rested all day, but is very fragile and gets weaker every day. The Doctor is checking in on him and may have to take him back into hospital.

So that was the start of my day dear Diary. It got worse! My youngest daughter Beverley stayed with her Father, whilst my eldest daughter Maureen took me to the shops for essential food shopping. The shops are just five minutes away, so we would only be gone for half an hour. I went to the ATM to get the money for the groceries, before going into the Supermarket. We hurried through and were soon at the checkout. I went to get my purse to pay the teller and it was gone. My purse had been stolen! My money, my bankcards, Medicare cards and many other things it took me all day to remember about. One of which was a very sentimental and irreplaceable, keepsake from my late Mother. The shock and horror of my vulnerability hit me like a tidal wave and I crumbled.

In the managers office later I learned that three others had been robbed also. The thieves were well organized and watched for their targets, older people, to come from the bank, or ATM with their freshly drawn out cash. With my daughter holding my hand I gave the police all my details, but all I could think of was what would this news do to Harry? I have never been so frightened, nor felt so vulnerable in my life, as I did today.

Thank God, Harry was all right! But it could have been so much worse today. That is why I am trying to count my blessings, instead of giving in. What do you think my dear Diary? Can I bounce back once again? With your help, I think I may just be able to do so. My bounce may not be so high this time round though. Thank you for listening dear friend. I wonder what tomorrow’s entry will bring? I pray it will be something better than today.

Copyright ©2002 Violet Ann Hall.  All Rights Reserved

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