A prompt response for Inspiration Monday ~ CONVENT INFILTRATION
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by John Yeo
“The child will be better off getting looked after by the nuns in the convent. St. Mary’s has an excellent record of taking care of the sick. I know Sister Mercy well; we have seen some extraordinary sick children walk away from the care they have received within those walls.”
The Rector smiled as he uttered these words, knowing how distressed Mr. and Mrs. Brown were at the news that little Chloe was suffering from an incurable palsy.
Wiping away visible tears with a paper tissue. The weary Mother looked hopeless and acutely distressed. Then turning her worry-lined face, in a broken voice she sniffed and said..
“Father; we have been told by the medical staff that the disease will slowly get worse. Whatever can they do in the convent that the Doctor’s are unable to accomplish in hospital?” Asked Mrs. Brown.
The Parish Priest answered in a reassuring manner with a voice that was full of the sure strength of a firm belief, he said…
“The convent is a peaceful private area dedicated to the worship of God. The power of prayer is an incredible strong force. We have seen some amazing cures of children, written off by conventional medicine leave those walls.”
“Father! My daughter has never been away from my side in all the ten short years of her life. Would it be possible for me to stay with her in the convent to provide emotional support?”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Brown that would not be possible. The convent is run on severe lines, they just haven’t got the facilities to cater for guests. To the best of my knowledge the only people who leave the peace of the convent are the children who have been taken care of by the nuns.”
The Rector hesitated for a moment after this statement; then he said,
“I can introduce you to young Mary Stevens who left the convent five years ago after a cure and a period of rehabilitation from a serious disease.”
Mr. Brown then interrupted with a loud response.
“Yes please! I would like my wife to be absolutely reassured that our daughter Chloe will be in good hands and taken care of. Where can we find this young lady?”
There was a pause before the reply came from the Rector.
“She became a nun. You will meet her when you take your daughter to the convent for treatment.”
Mr. and Mrs. Brown looked at each other and left together. As they reached the door Mr Brown turned and said..
“Sorry Vicar, we have another appointment with the Doctor. We are sure Chloe will be better off with us at home.”
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A prompt response for INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ “DYNASTIC PRESSURE”
I am still very busy working on my book, and I am up to Chapter Eighteen now. I am happy to say Marg is well and thriving.
This flash fiction prompt came up from, “Inspiration Monday,” and I thought it might be a good idea to base my response around some of the characters who feature in my novel.
- Don Francisco
- His two sons, Angelo and Giuseppe} ~Twin Brothers
- Bella ~ their Sister.
I have to point out now, that the two men are not brothers in my novel and Bella is not their sister. However for the purposes of the thrust of my story in response to this prompt, I have used a little poetic license here.
by John Yeo
There were not just ripples of unease spreading throughout the family. Storm clouds were on the horizon and building up, it seemed a tremendous family storm was brewing and the various strands of the family were coming together for a very crucial meeting.
Don Francisco held the members of the Vicente family in a grip of steel, his father and his grandfather and their forefathers had kept the family together for generations. In a word he was the Godfather. The leader of a thriving dynasty.
News of a shocking diagnosis had spread, Don Francisco was dying of cancer and was not expected to survive for very long. Don Francisco had twin sons, one of whom was expected to take control of the family business. Angelo was present at the bedside of his father and Bella their sister was comforting her mother, Maria. Giuseppe was supposedly on the way but there had been no news, then Maria came rushing into the room in a distressed state.
“Papa, Papa, I have shocking news! Giuseppe is dead, he was killed by a suicide bomber, who blew himself up and killed twelve people. He just happened to be on a train, in the wrong place at the wrong time!”
Don Francisco went white with shock, speechless with horror. “Leave me please, I want to be alone with my grief.”
Bella and Angelo withdrew. Bella then turned to Angelo and said. “You will now soon be The Godfather, as Papa is dying and you are next in line. He was about to pass on the title to Giuseppe who was second-in-command, while you were away at university, studying. You will control everything now!”
“No! That is not possible Bella.” shouted Angelo, “I have been studying to become a priest, I want nothing more to do with the family business!”
“Angelo! This will destroy him, you must not tell him, what you have just told me. You must pretend to accept, and allow him to die peacefully. I will secretly take charge, to keep the family dynasty together. You will become a godfather in name only. It will be seen as a sign of weakness if we announce that our family is run by a woman. A godmother, who will be ridiculed and cursed with malice in a male controlled world.”
“So be it, my sister, for the sake of my father, I will live this lie. How will you manage?”
“Angelo, I have spent my life close to my father and I have learnt much. I have been involved in missions for my father. I have made many friends, and I expect to get married some day and my fiancée who will then be my husband will take over with your blessing, my brother. The godfather will arise from within our family and the dynasty will continue unbroken.”
‘Thank you Bella, I will love you forever my sister!”
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- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog
As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia
DRAMA IN THE NIGHT
by John Yeo
The silence of darkness had fallen swiftly over the cold unfeeling city. The silence was never truly felt as the distant sounds of police sirens and ambulances or fire engines was always a song in the background. He pulled his collar up and tightened the scarf around his neck, the night had drawn in quickly and brought a sudden drop in the temperature.
He could hardly wait to get to his destination, his mind drooling over the sight he would be enjoying yet again. Suddenly with a hissing screech, a black cat crossed his path.
‘Wow! You made me jump pussy,’ He thought, ‘Still as the old saying goes a black cat is lucky.’
He continued through the back streets of the city, he knew exactly where he was going, a frisson of excitement electrified his nerves as he got closer to his usual viewing point.
A sudden shower of rain began, as he reached the iron fire escape and began to climb the metal steps.
‘I will have to be very careful, it would be so easy to slip and fall.’ He thought, as he climbed to the top.
He opened his backpack and drew out a pair of binoculars then he focused on the surrounding windows.
‘Hey! The big blonde is almost in her birthday suit, as pretty as the day she was born, except she’s much more curvaceously mature now.’
His vivid tortured imagination went into overdrive.
Another wide sweep of the windows and he whistled softly to himself as a couple were taking advantage of the privacy of their apartment without drawing the curtains.
‘They must feel safe with just the bare walls of an office building opposite.’
He smiled to himself and adjusted the optical lens to zoom in on them.
Then he suddenly caught sight of a horror stricken face staring straight at him from one of the windows.
‘Oh! I have been spotted, I better get out of here fast.’
He ran as fast as he could, slipping down, almost falling down the iron fire escape that was still damp from the rain.
A distant police siren screamed, then another responded and as they got closer the echoes became louder.
He reached almost to the bottom of the fire escape then jumped and melted into the shadows as two police cars raced up with lights blazing and a squeal of brakes.
His heart beating fast, almost stopped as a hand grasped his shoulder, he turned and found himself staring into a pair of steel~grey eyes above a clerical collar.
‘You need help my son, give yourself up, I am with you, We will face your future together.’
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