A prompt response for ~Inspiration Monday: Thought Train
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TRAIN OF THOUGHT
Catacombs of Norwich.
Maria, Mona, and Mary. Three sisters.
People of the night.
Bloody trail of clues.
Dead body in a doorway.
Norwich Chalk Mine Tunnels.
Maria, Mona, and Mary. Three sisters bathed in blood.
by John Yeo
The night hours dragged by as I tossed and turned, desperately trying to get to sleep. I pictured myself seeking inscriptions on the headstones located on ancient tombs in the catacombs of Norwich.
I wake my wife. “What’s the time? Look it’s 3am.” She angrily answers her own question. “Please go to sleep, darling, or at least let me sleep.”
“Sorry I say, I’m trying, but these three sisters are haunting me, Maria, Mona, and Mary. I see them growing up together, I see them getting married, having children and each becoming a Matriarchal head of their families. A proud dynasty that is interwoven with love and tragedy combined.”
“OK then, I’ll make us a cup of Camomile tea, while you tell me what’s keeping you awake.” My wife says resignedly heading for the kettle.
“Well there is one child from each of the three families, three boys who go astray, they become involved with the people of the night, criminals, addicts, gamblers, and drunken revellers. I see a fight, a death with security guards from a nearby shopping mall following a bloody trail and discovering a dead body in a shop doorway attached to the rear of the mall.”
My wife interjects. “Why is that keeping you and me awake at this ungodly hour of the morning? Drink your tea, before it gets cold!”
“I haven’t finished yet darling! These three boys were not the killers, yet they run and take refuge in the Norwich Chalk Mine Tunnels. There is a notorious coven in operation here operated by a magical sect, headed by three mysterious sisters, Maria, Mona, and Mary, bathed in the blood of the afterbirth of their three wayward sons.”
‘Norwich Chalk Mine Tunnels’ ~ Image from the net
“Welcome, we have been expecting you, the train of thought has come full circle and rebirth awaits at the next station along the line.”
My wife is fast asleep as I begin to put my train of thought on paper. A thought train or a dream?
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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday
A prompt response for Inspiration Monday: “Portable Night”
by John Yeo
“Mummy, you really mean we are going to see Aunty Sheila and my cousins down there!” Exclaimed Ruthie, pointing to the toy globe, and spinning it around. “How will we get from here to there?” she asked.
“Yes darling, we will be going by aeroplane of course, flying from one side of the world to another.” replied her Mum.
“Mummy, Daddy says they are all upside down over there. Our daytime is their night. how will we sleep?”
“We will adjust Ruthie, we will have to try to sleep in our daytime here and their night-time there!”
“What about the bogeymen that only come out at night? Will they be around in the daytime there?” asked Ruthie
“Ahh! That’s a difficult question darling, bogeymen come in all shapes and sizes, even here at home we have nasty bogeymen that are about in the daytime!”
“Mummy, stop it! I know when you are joking, you always smile and crinkle your eyes up.”
“Yes Ruthie, now go to sleep! We have a long journey tomorrow.”
The next day the family took their seats on a Qantas Airbus and were soon tucking into some tempting airline food, Ruthie was very excited. “Daddy what time is it there now?”
“About 9 o’clock at night, they are about 10 hours in front of us over there. You would be in bed there now.”
Soon the friendly aircrew came around to make sure everybody was comfortable, and asked for all the windows to be blacked out. Ruthie was curious about this as the sun was shining and it was still daytime outside. “Mummy why is everybody sleeping in the middle of the day?”
“Shush darling, people are sleeping, we have to try to sleep now, to catch up with the time where we’re going. The curtains turn our day into a portable night, so we can reset our body-clocks.”
“Daddy, Where is my body-clock?”
“Shush please!” Came an irate voice from an elderly gentleman in the row behind. “People are trying to sleep. Please be quiet, or I will call the steward!”
“Mummy, is that what you mean by a day-time bogeyman”
“Hush Ruthie!” Said her Mother suppressing a broad grin.
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