The leader of the Harley crew was Gizmo Green, a man who worshipped his gleaming mean machine. He always wore his trademark yellow bandana over his mouth.This branch of the Hells Angels were devoted to doing as much good in the world as they possibly could. Their fearsome appearance in their leather motorcycle outfits was enough to put people off. Leave alone their long hair and unkempt beards which were enough to instantly breed suspicion in the minds of the police.
On the day of a horrendous accident on a major motorway the Hells Angels chapter were on their way to the coast to generally have a good time and raise hell. A train had been derailed from a line alongside the motorway. One carriage had landed upside down on the motorway blocking all three lanes. Scores of people were injured. The Hells Angels were able to get through the blocked lanes on their motorcycles and offer their help. The police and the emergency services were taken aback and the Angels were soon recruited to carry messages and ferry people away from the motorway. When things settled down the Hells Angels chapter roared off on their way to the coast.
Some time later when the story got around everyone seemed to be searching for the wild man on a motorcycle wearing a yellow bandana.
For today’s prompt, write a damage poem. Since my baby brother is a storm chaser, my mind usually jumps straight to storm damage. However, there’s more than the physical damage created by things like hurricanes, trains, and war planes. There’s also the emotional and psychological damage we inflict, survive, and conceal. The bright side of any damage is that it can be transformed into a poem.
Invisible damage had shattered his nerve The rider had nightmares and flashbacks. He insists he will never ride again. Now, the unseen healing begins.
“What is the damage to your self esteem, When you do something to care? Caring is responding to feelings, Thoughtfulness learning to share. There are many other points of view Ways of sharing the world. No damage to your self esteem In fact you have nothing to lose. You are unique and very smart The key is locked in your heart.”
The motorcyclist was shocked, The incredible crash had occurred. Racing to the hospital, taking risks Carrying emergency blood. With a sudden swerve he skidded On an oily patch in the road. No physical damage to his body Just a dent in his self esteem. Three lives were on the line today One outcome saved all three.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”
I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 09/02/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words.
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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (10)
by John Yeo
Dropping her line into Fools Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.
Hillary was on leave, visiting friends in Arizona. Fly-fishing was a passion of hers from way back.
There was a piercing sound from a cell phone in her rucksack. ‘Damn! I’m sure I turned that off,’ she thought.
Marg, her employer who owned the investigations agency she worked for, had had a narrow escape and needed her help.
Hillary picked up a flight from Phoenix to Anchorage in Alaska and 6 hours later, collected a package from Marg, at “Humpys,” a restaurant in the airport complex.
Marg related her miraculous escape from the secretive Dickus’s lab that blew up after explosive charges detonated, when she retrieved some documents from a large safe. Marg needed to get back to London to meet the Brigadier, as she was now a target of the organisation. Hillary agreed to deliver the package to their office and returned to Arizona.