A Prompt Response for Inspiration Monday
Inspiration Monday: Cupcake Stealth / Glorious Monotony.
Like it or loathe it, I put two prompts together here. Some will say I should separate them~Stealthily subtract the Glorious Monotony from all Cupcake relations?
by John Yeo
Nancy was a city slicker, a stock marketeer who bought and sold stock on the open worldwide market. The excitement of closing deals and making bids, sent her adrenaline levels through the roof.
Nancy’s lifestyle was an incredible whirlwind of rubbing shoulders with the immensely rich and privileged people who frequented the social hotspots in many parts of the world.
Everything went according to a well drawn, well perceived plan. Nancy had a personal portfolio that showed her to be a millionaire several times over on paper
Many of the super rich trusted her judgement implicitly and she soon became the fashionable broker to deal with.
Before the stock market crash exploded and ripped the guts from the market, her world seemed indestructible.
Nancy began to have palpitations as realisation started to set in. Smelling the smoke before the fire took hold, Nancy collapsed in writhing pain.
“Call an ambulance urgently!” was the cry from the floor of the exchange.
“A very important broker has collapsed in pain!” Shouted a bystander nervously.
“CPR is being applied, by a trained, in-house, first-aider!” Screamed an employee into the phone.
An ambulance magically appeared, almost before the call had finished. Nancy was taken aboard, hooked to machines, reviving gas and injections with medication applied.
Nancy was rushed away fast. The ambulance siren cleared the way, all the way to a private airfield.
Nancy was pushed into an aircraft that raced away to parts unknown.
When the Market crashed later that day, many millions were lost. Curiously one portfolio survived the crash, through judicious clearing of stock.
Nancy had disappeared! Never to return to her desk. Questions were asked in many quarters
How did she know? Instinct was the obvious reply.
Where had she gone? Most importantly: Why?
Two years later a wedding took place on an exclusive privately owned Island.
In the glorious monotony of a sun-soaked lifestyle, one day looks exactly the same as the last.
The bride had a very familiar smile! A high society marriage without any fuss. Just a few close associates, the groom was of Royal descent and insisted the wedding was kept hush-hush. A celebration without any fuss.
His lovely wife smiled and directed the celebrations. In her own words to her loving husband, enjoying the glorious monotony of her clever shrewd brain. The new Bride said…..
“I have to laugh at the preparations, I will own up to how it all began.”
Her husband smiled indulgently.
by John Yeo
“I promised the chef we wouldn’t sample them.
Displayed on a four-tier cake-stand.
Iced delights in succulent splendour,
Red, and Blue icing with white runny cream.
The celebration was scheduled for ten.
The occasion was set to be frightfully grand.
Full of pomp and glamorous grandeur,
Covered with napkins frightfully clean.
We retired, sipping cocktails together, when
The afternoon didn’t quite go as planned
The chef, returning to view with wonder,
Suddenly startled us with a piercing scream.
A bundle of black and white fur left the kitchen
Followed by a chef, with rolling-pin in hand
Seeking restitution for a feline blunder
A clumsy kitten had destroyed the dream.
A pitiful pile of cupcakes half bitten,
Lay in a heap looking far from grand.
The chef screaming with a face of thunder.
Cursing, swearing, venting his spleen.
As a supermarket helicopter stealthily arrived
Delivering factory-made cupcakes.”
The royal couple watched the sunset, in a glorious dreamy monotonous haze, neither Bride or Groom desired the cupcakes.
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