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Monday Meanderings

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Today was wet and miserable so I took some wet and miserable photos…

You could pretend you are on a tropical island…

Or fly away…

…or take the train.

Winter Wonderlands are best enjoyed at night

Dare you try the ride?

Today’s cheerful tune.

Friday Flash Fiction 500 -Through The Portal

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Tuesday Tale 900 – Portal
Today’s tiny tale follows on from Tuesday’s story or you can read it alone as a flash fiction.

Mike was the last person I wanted to talk to on this amazing day. I was just about to quietly explain to Stewart that he must be witness to what I was about to do, when Mike from our cycling club came bowling over with his inane chatter. Stewart was the only person who knew that The Portal on the beach was not just an art installation. Now my watch was telling me that the portal alignment was reaching the optimum moment again.

I had messed up the first time, but a scientist learns from his mistakes and keeps trying. Taking a step forward I had felt a force I can’t describe, saw a break in reality… or did I see anything? Flustered, I would not use the word panic, I had instinctively closed my eyes and stepped back.

This time I must do it, there might not be another chance, the portal was only granted a few days as part of the arts festival, then it must come down. I could not let all my work and research be wasted. Nobody would notice me as they wandered around the portal, taking photos of themselves in the reflections, touching the shiny surface to feel the vibrations. I strode forward.

It hadn’t worked, I was still standing on the beach looking at the sea, the portal behind me. Then I saw myself walking towards me.

The other me spoke, or had I read his thoughts?

‘I’ve done it, brought myself from a parallel universe.’

Simultaneously we reached out to touch each other, then we both recoiled, speaking at the same moment…

‘I’m not sure if… we must be careful…

I was expecting to go over to your world as you arrived.

I expected you to go over as I arrived.

Surely we can’t both exist in the same place.’

I motioned to him to be silent.

‘But we have proved that parallel universes exist, what I see around me is exactly what I left behind, you are even wearing exactly the same clothes.’

‘Are you Doctor Benjamin Gower?’ we spoke together again.

‘All these people on the beach have not noticed a thing, if they looked at us they would probably assume we were identical twins.’

We both laughed. ‘I’m an only child, I always wanted a brother.’

For a moment I felt as if we were naughty school boys doing an experiment that would not be approved of. I decided to remain silent, giving the other Ben a chance to relate his story.

‘I wanted Stewart to observe what happened, but that awful Mike turned up and started talking, once he starts he never stops.’

I twisted round to look back through the portal and sure enough there was Mike jabbering away to Stewart, gesticulating as if he was working his new bicycle gears. What could be better proof that an alternate universe would be exactly the same, in how many universes was boring Mike replicated?

Monday Musing – Fifteen Seconds of Fame

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Would you like fifteen seconds of fame, or would you avoid it? Perhaps fifteen minutes or even one of those weeks that is a long time in politics. There are many ways to achieve brief fame; it could be accidental or you could plan your life to achieve it.

You could pop in to Pret a Manger if you hear a prince happens to be visiting, like Karl Burns our regular Bournemouth Big Issue seller, who subsequently appeared on the television news… repeatedly.

But perhaps you will be unlucky and your stomach will be filmed walking by for one of those obesity items on the news. Just unfortunate that everyone you know recognises the hand knitted jumper your wife made you.

Your brief moment of fame could be multiplied many times over if it appears on every news bulletin. You didn’t even know your town was having an important by election and are totally unprepared to intelligently express your views as you only popped out in your old DIY clothes to buy another tin of paint.

‘Do you think Tom Wilko stands a chance of getting in?’

‘Not if he closes all his stores, where am going to get paint in future?’

‘Well, it seems locals have more pressing concerns than what happens in Westminster.’

How Do they pick people to interview in the street and more curiously, who are those people who get interviewed in their own homes? Do they knock on doors to surprise you or give you three hours to give the house a thorough clean and mow the lawn. No one has ever asked to interview me or anyone I know. The ‘family interview’ asking how they will cope with mortgage rises, hospital / school / shop closures has the puppy and sweet toddlers playing in the foreground. It would be far more interesting if the dog bit the presenter, the little child’s only words were poo poo and the smoke alarm went off because something was burning on the stove.

And what about the viewers? Does the husband who abandoned his wife and children last year feel guilty when he sees her describing their visits to food banks and being thrown out by the landlord as they couldn’t pay the rent?

Have you ever had a brief moment of fame or seen your neighbours on television?