A beautiful sunrise graced the land the trees looked up at the awakening sun, and swayed in the light breeze. A single bird roamed in the wind as it passed a cliff edge. The words cascaded down the glistening waterfall, the water rich blue with white seahorses crashing against the rocks below; consonant after vowel tumbled down, the writer overjoyed with their masterpiece Picasso couldn’t have been prouder.
The writer startled the dreamland avoided of life; crudely awaken by Dot the, housekeeper, placing a hardwearing silver tray containing the British ritual of tea in the morning. The smell of the over brewed blend sent chills down the writer’s spine.
“I wish you would stop sleeping at your typewriter, you have a perfectly decent bed awaiting you when you retire.” Dot spoke pouring milk into the china cup diluting the writer’s strong tea. The writer grunted crankily agreeing to Dot’s repetitive exclamation, rubbing his head his eyes just about adjusting to the light.
“Decent. Ha!” The writer threw his head back facetiously, rolling his eyes at Dot. “I can’t afford decent at my wage, unsuccessful writers get squat, Mrs Larsson I assure you I--,” Dot interrupted him.
“John please call me Dot, I insist.” Mrs Larsson handed John his tea, whilst she smiled at him.
The room was minimalistic, the walls sprayed white and an old Victorian window faced them. A slight smell of burnt bread from the bakery below, low on customers the chef’s brow protruded sweat dreading the next time the landlord would come round. The writer glared at the parchment ready for the story to unfold.
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It was one week ago from this day when Jack Benny looked at his calendar and saw that it was just one week away to the anniversary of his mother’s death. Many people mourned when she died as she kept the spirit alive of Beakon Falls well that is what Shelly the ice-cream parlour owner said. It got Jack in a bad mood and as he ate his toast on that very day he was unknown to the terrors that would lie during the week ahead.
The next day Jack had got into his daily routine by eating his toast and then taking his car to his day job then coming home where dinner would be on the table. So he went wearily off to work and did this. It came to lunchtime when he sat in the canteen on his lonesome when Jerry came along with a plate full of Chips and one salad leaf on the side. Jack was staring at the chocolate bar that he bought.
“Hey Jacky-B! Wat Up? You Look sad bro!” said Jerry trying to be “Wiv the crowd” as he calls it. He sat down.
“Just leave me alone I am not doing too good and let’s be frank you will never be in wiv the crowd!” Jack explained.
“Wow what is all that about I was only trying to make you smile!” Jerry said.
The daily routine was taking its tole on Jack. He was sick and tired of the daily get up and go. Jack ate his dinner as normal and slumped back into his dilapidated chair. Jerry left his plate (which was a first) and walked over to Jack.
“What is the matter with you? You of all people are the cheeriest ever and now you are like finch all alone in his own world and WANTS to be alone, people will start to call you finch!” Jerry said with concern. There was no reply from jack.
“C’mon has a cat got you tongue?” Jerry added. Still there was no reply.
Jack got out of his chair and grabbed his coat with great haste and headed for the door.
Jerry shouted. “Where are you going man? We need you!”
Jack, without looking at Jerry, said. “I am sick I’m going home!” He rushed out of the door and rushed down the stairs and made way for his car. Jack opened the car and sat in it he stopped and sat there. Just as he was going to put the keys into the ignition his head gradually became into his hands and he started to cry. Tears streamed down his face. At this time Jerry was in the doorway and saw Jack crying. Tears streamed down his face and the world, to him, was misery whirlpool. Wearily Jack turned the ignition and drove off home. As he got to the motorway it started to rain grey sheets of the stuff. “Great now I can’t get home without full view of the road!” He exclaimed. There are many people that wouldn’t act out in this sort at the rain but Jack was sad he felt isolated. Deserted on his island. Suddenly a black shadow raced across his car and it veered towards the barrier causing him to swerve into a ditch. Jack got out of the car with haste and kicked the bonnet open. “Great!” he screamed whilst bashing the bonnet lid down onto the tattered engine he sat on the ground and got out his phone.
The sky started to turn grey and the clouds turned black lightening emerged from over the hills. The rain grey harder and thunder was introduced to the once lovely day. Jack rushed to get his keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He got into the car. He started to ring the services when the black shadow went across the car again. Jack grew suspicious. He moved backwards into his car seat. The black shadow hit the window with force causing the car to roll over. “Aaaaaaaaaah!” Jack screamed for dear life. He scrambled out of the car. Breathing heavy he stood looking at his car in the rain. He got out his phone and rang his wife to tell her what happened. ”Sandra you never guess what has happened I had a crash on the motorway and I need you down here on the motorway to help me get home! “ He said. “Ok but why did you crash.” Jack hung up on the phone and attempted to try to roll over his car. What Jack didn’t know was that the black shadow wasn’t a part of the crash but something completely different.
Jack had a long drive home ahead of him and he pondered on what just happened and why. The car was in tatters and the bonnet zigzagged open as the headlights well. They were no more. As Jack pulled up on the drive Sandra was waiting on the doorstep in her bunny slippers, rollers in her hair and her white dressing gown swaying in the wind. The car’s engine gave up and sent thick black smoke rising up from the zigzagged bonnet. Sandra’s eyes searched the car for any salvation before announcing “Well that’s it. We have a heap full of debt and the house is needed to be fixed,” Jack tried to interrupt and reassure Sandra but she was having none of it. “The roof is ready to collapse and on top of all that we need a new car! I hope you are happy, you’re sending this family into oblivion and guess what you’re going to go with us unless you fix this.” Sandra hesitated before going back inside. “Sandra, Sandra,” She turned around before Jack finished. “What do you mean a family?” Jack looked at her with a confused face. She added “It’s that well... I didn’t feel well and I thought it was just last night’s curry because you know how David the hair dude and the net thing,” “Get to it Sandra.” Jack exclaimed. “I went to the doctors because I was worried but he told me to get a pregnancy test and well...it came back positive.” Jack didn’t know how to react he was happy but also had doubt of how he was going to support his new son or daughter. At that moment he completely forget about the incident on the motorway.
To be continued....
