Sandra’s Challenge.

Wednesday 10th December 2014

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Better Late Than Never.

Words 665.

The day was near, he was being prepared, having shaved and then given a pre-med. Midday he was wheeled into a room and was approached by two bubbly men, calling him by his name, talking gently, saying he was in good hands. Just going to give you an anaesthetic. Their words became muffled and quiet, their faces became faint until they finally disappeared. The whole thing, the room and the people was it just a dream, a dream that is actually happening, for real in real time.

The next two days was lost, never to be remembered, the world did not exist. Once he did wake, only for a short while, looking about, he saw he was in a room, a bare room with only a fluorescent light above him lighting the room. Lying in a bed, propped up on a pillow he was alone, in a naked room he felt captured unable to move. His arms, his legs were attached to his body but they were not alive, his eyes and head were the only part of his body that he could move. Trying to focus but his view was misty, his eyes getting heavy, and once again he was gone, leaving the world behind, darkness crept over him.

People standing and sitting about his bed, family talking to him, he could see their mouths moving. He could hear their voices but not their words, his eyes kept closing, he was finding it hard to keep them open. A voice was heard to say ‘lets go….. leave him to rest.’ As suddenly as these people appeared they were gone.

Christmas has passed and he saw none of it, his decorations, his coloured lights and especially his tree. The love and joy that the season sends out he missed it all, his family providing the usual love and joy. New year also came and went, no cheering in the new year with a glass of wine, no watching the fireworks. Was he ever going to get away from this place of drear and loneliness.

Over the coming days, he had to try to regain his strength, being encouraged to do small walks and steps. This proved to be difficult due to the tubes attached to him and needles in his neck and hands. Eventually through hard work, medication and the persistence of the medical staff he was allowed to leave, a month after Xmas, the season had bypassed him this year.

In a wheelchair he was pushed along the corridor passing other wards, seeing other people in pain, stopping at the lift, inside the ground level button was pushed.

He met his transport at the rear entrance, this was wheelchair friendly. He then tried to get into the car and found it very difficult, because of his weight loss his strength was still a long way from full. His breathing getting heavy, his sister and daughter assisted him into the car. He was feeling so helpless.

At home, he was trying to climb the steps, one at a time, taking every bit of strength he could muster. Pausing for breath at each level until he finally reached his front door. His daughter opened it for him, he felt the warmth of the heating hit his face, he slowly walked the hallway heading to his front room. He could see many lights ahead, some twinkling on and off. In the front room he was faced with his family waiting, “Merry Xmas” they all shouted. He could see the Xmas tree and its lights still twinkling and morphing, all the decorations adorning the tree and the room.

There was a smell of food cooking, and he could see his dining table was set for a meal. “Sit down and we’ll serve your Christmas turkey dinner and then we will open your presents. Merry Christmas and welcome home.” He could not help but shed a few tears of joy.

Gerry A/C 2014©

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Sandras Challenge. [Xmas Night is Saved]

Xmas Night is Saved.

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Although this story is on my other site I am also including at my Porch Stories Series.

‘STOCKING FULL OF STORIES’ CHRISTMAS WRITING CHALLENGE.

Sandra’s Challenge, come on everyone join in with Xmas fun.   Click the link for more.

Story Related to the Picture. {579 words}

Week 1. December 1st 2014

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“Mrs Claus it is that time of year. We must get our little helpers to pull out the sleigh and clean it up, polish the gold railings and hand rails.”

“I shall fetch the magic gold dust.”

In the stable the elves were pulling out the large red and green and gold sleigh. When in position they proceeded to clean and polish it. The little helpers dancing and singing while doing their task, a task they enjoyed doing every year. The time of year for the spreading of joy and happiness, and the elves have all the presents ready for Santa to deliver.

From the first stable booth there came a gasp, and then an ooh!

Mrs Claus investigated, “Santa, Santa we have a problem.”

The eight reindeer were asleep, every year they returned to their wooden state of well carved and painted animals. The magic dust when sprinkled over them in turn they would turn into life and become animated and alive once again. On the eighth reindeer, Rudolph they found a nest, a birds nest, built within its antlers.

Santa decided for a moment not to bring Rudolph to life because he noticed three little birds sitting in the nest, he then caught sight of a little robin redbreast sitting on a beam in the ceiling. He was looking down at them, chirping very nervously she flew down to her nest, “please do not harm my babies,” she asked.

“It is okay Robin, we wont harm any, but we do need Rudolph, he is our leading reindeer.”

“How can I help, my babies need a few more days before they can be moved.” Just then another robin flew down and introduced himself as the father of the babies.

“I can be your lead, I can fly as fast as your reindeer.” the daddy robin suggested.

Mrs Claus touch her husband and whispered in his ear, “if we sprinkle him with some magic gold dust it might just work.” Santa took a little time thinking, he started pacing back and forth the stable. The elves looking on were jumping up and down with joy, chanting ‘yes, yes, yes, give him a go’

“Okay, okay you win, Mr Robin you can do it. Mrs Claus will sprinkle you with our magic gold dust and all should be good.”

Both the robin redbreast’s fluttered about excitedly, their babies will be safe and Mr Robin will be a reindeer.

Outside the stable the elves loaded up all the toys onto the sleigh, and then hitched the reindeer one at a time. Dasher, Dancer and finished with Donner and Blitzen. Mr Robin got into position and Mrs Claus, looked at him, smiled and then sprinkled him with the magic gold dust.

The robin then started to glow and had a blue light surrounding his small body, and finally his beak started to glow red, and then a small beam of light shot out, as a torch showing the way.

Mr Claus sitting in the sleigh and Mrs Claus kissed him goodbye, “Yo ho ho off we go.” The reindeer started to gallop away and rose into the sky and flew away with the robin leading the way.

“Our presents will be delivered on this Christmas night.” A happy Mrs Claus said to her little helpers.

On your next Christmas night look out and see if Rudolph is missing.

 

Watch for my Xmas series called 12 Days of Christmas, on Restawyle. First later this week. 

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WPC – Angular

Saturday 22nd November 2014

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/angular/

Angular

Not to put too fine a point on it, though this week, we challenge you to show us what “angular” means to you.

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Participant-2014-Twitter-Profile Nearing the finish line and all is looking good. Whether the story gets finished I am not sure but will reach the word count and become a winner. [hopefully!]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gerry A/ C © 2014