Short story – Voice recognition

‘Hi George, how are you feeling today?’

 ‘I’m having trouble with my hearing. You’ll have to speak up.’

‘Okay is this better? We might have to keep it brief today if I have to shout. People are staring.’

‘But the shore is empty.’

‘How do you know?’

The only sound is the soft wash of the waves lapping the stony shoreline, and my breath echoing back on the line.

‘Why don’t you meet me at the pier and we can get a hot chocolate. They put a marshmallow on top. I wouldn’t have to shout then.’

‘Hmm, it’s too cold, maybe next week.’

‘You know you can ring my mobile. I gave you the number. It’s cold inside this box. It would be nice to sit somewhere. Or better yet I could come to your place. I can bring my marvellous marble cake.’

Silence across the line meant the answer is the usual no. Over the past two months, every Sunday morning, George had revealed by his moments of silence that he didn’t go out of his home and never allowed anyone in.

 It had been by chance that I answered the phone the first time. I waited in my car until the market ended and there were only a few stragglers walking past.  I’d set up my easel and was sketching outline of the coastal inlet, trying to create the depth of field with the mountainous rainforests in the background, when the phone rang in the red box.

At first I tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing, stopping and ringing again. In frustrated annoyance I entered the booth and said hello. The low toned voice on the other end engaged me instantly and I couldn’t hang up.

The conversation continued for over an hour with me revealing more than I anticipated and much more than what I usually share with anyone else. It felt easy to talk with another person without having a physical connection.  From then on I had set up my easel every Sunday, painting while waiting, for the phone to ring.

 ‘I don’t eat cake.’

‘By the way George, I entered my painting of the boat into the local art exhibition.’

‘Wonderful. I’m very happy you did.’

‘Would you like to come to the opening of the exhibition, I have two tickets. Only the entered artists will be there.’

‘Hmm, I’ll think about it.’

I catch my breath in my throat. This is the first time George has said he may meet up with me. My mind goes into overdrive creating pictures of the man on the other end of the line.

‘Oh, that’s great.’ I try not to sound too excited. I bite my lip trying to calm the instinct to nervously laugh.  ‘I would love it if you came. Um, how will I know it’s you? How will you know to find me?’

‘You’ll know by the sound of my voice, and I already know you.’

A lost World

Dawn signals the opening of the doorway

between future space continuum

and past cataclysmic events

We have become alien

living on our birth home

unable to stop the decay

Ancient graves fill the red zoned landscape

with ingrained stories of old

Finally at the boundary

when light will be lost forever

hope of a new beginning is revealed

Past discretions are written in volumes

of psychological thrillers

where technology organised all intelligence

and made the decisions on the human path taken

Lives were shaped by other people’s choices

that have now destroyed our home world

Stepping forward into the unknown horizon

with the distant red earth in mind

life changes for the brave

Natures magic

Photo taken Far Nth Qld, Australia

I stand in awe

where the wild roses grow

Sweet perfume overwhelms me

enticing me

to surrender

and lay my body down

In between Eves garden flowers

grown over years gone by

with Mother Natures tender touch

there is an impressive display

of bright stars above

that delight the senses

A flash of a shooting star

gives the gift of surprise as the world turns

aligning with the moon

shining it’s soft light down

upon me

It brings the explosion of life

in oceans older than the earth

and coral reefs bursting with colour

Connection with this magic

brings the pleasure of

natures music to share.

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Grade 4 – (me, front row far left) Happy days

The old school desk

weathered and dark in tint

faded memories

in  carved initials on wooden lids

mask secret lovers messages

left behind

New Black & White Illustrations

My grandson Otis Paul (1st book written for him – ‘Otis Paul & Harry the Hairy Echidna)

Dragon lizard or Gecko?

The Wren or Parrot?

Australian Eucalypt Gum leaves

I love the Australian bush. I also love our Botanic Gardens especially the one in Canberra plus the café there has great coffee and cake! For those people contemplating a trip to Oz make sure you get to see our wonderful gardens – that is when travel is permitted.

Take care of yourself and others.

You are not alone

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Microscopic view of animal Neuroendocrine cells – regulating the integration between the nervous system and the endocrine system – photo taken during class

 

The integration of one with another

or half to whole within this continuous existence

Is not enough

major change bestows eqaul oportunity to all

but also allows for false hope

 

Can an unsung hero create the melding to one entity

within our world after the enemy retreats

There could be a joint collective

where flexibility of movement

with multilateral healing  creates an ebb and return

 

I wonder if denial of reality while we are sleeping

creates the evolution of sadness as  life becomes too much

We share daydreams and nightmares

like clouds share thunder

creating reflected light

that leaves the belief of  freedom

vanishing with paralysis taking control of our brain

 

Break free and experience life’s complexity

share with those close to you

You are not alone

 

The Artist

 

 

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Irrelevant but connected time draws us close

to a mindful revelation that perhaps time

is all but some sort of cartoon image

and we are all caught

in the artists’ bare hand

Release date for Stories of Hope

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This is a must have e-book, full of wonderful stories written by amazing writers

( I do have a story in there somewhere but not sure I would say I am an amazing writer but I am very humbled to have a story included)

I hope all of you across the world support the release of this book with all proceeds going to WWF Australian Wildlife and Nature recovery fund, and the Red Cross Disaster Relief and Recovery Fund.

Thank you!

A waking moment

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Tootgarook foreshore, Victoria, Australia  December 2019

Running in a nightmare

macrabre feelings of the end that may come

The faces of the dead becoming real

not wanting to look back

in the event that

doubting reality can be reached

Then the moment of release

When waking from the dream

brings the pleasure of knowing the defeat is behind you