Peace Shattered 13

For the previous chapters click these links.

Peace Shattered…1
Peace Shattered…2
Peace Shattered…3
Peace Shattered…4
Peace Shattered …5
Peace Shattered … 6
Peace Shattered … 7
Peace Shattered … 8 
Peace Shattered … 9
Peace Shattered … 10
Peace Shattered … 11
Peace Shattered … 12

And if you don’t want to read the previous chapters…

The story so far…

One afternoon our main character, Saul, had an unexpected and unexplained visitor. Over the coming weeks Saul was visited more times by this mystery man who claimed his name was also Saul. So far Saul has little knowledge of who this stranger with his name is.

During a trip into town Saul was sure he had seen his visitor but when he gave chase it was fruitless. Later the other Saul was sitting on the sofa when he came back into the living room. Finally he started to explain, but an ominous knock at the door interrupted. The callers were 2 members of the Police Force, although Saul 2’s later explanation revealed them not to be strictly so. He also warned Saul that his house had been bugged by them .

In a later visit his other gave him a strange device to carry with him for protection. Saul had no idea what it was, or how it worked.

While at work he received a strange call offering help to get him out of the situation. He had no idea who the caller was, and was worried what was going on, and indeed if he had imagined it all, until Saul II turned up offering an explanation that was even more fantastic than Saul could have imagined. 

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It had been raining almost all day so Saul had decided to have a day at home, with the intention of ticking of f a few things from his to-do list. Saturday’s were usually for shopping and maybe a drink or two in town, maybe a film, but today he hadn’t felt like it. He wasn’t encouraged to leave the house with the incessant rain, and his mind was still spinning with what his twin had told him the previous day. This latter preoccupation meant that less things got done than Saul had set out to do.

Later in the afternoon he was sitting on the sofa with one of his beloved cats, Button, enjoying a warm cuppa and a quiet chat with his companion.  Although he was talking to the cat he didn’t expect answers, and was still whispering as he didn’t know if anyone was listening in or not.

“Well, old boy, I really don’t know what to think, and I deffo can’t go out there and talk it over with anyone; they’d think I’d lost my mind for sure. At least you can listen, and what’s with this weather anyway, one day sun next day rain… there’s a song there somewhere…” he whispered, absently stroking Button’s ears.  “Do I believe this other Saul? Can we really be twins separated before birth and then living in different worlds?”

Saul sipped his coffee, whilst musing the questions that had been raised by the other Saul’s explanation. Sometimes,as the song said, there were more questions than answers. He wondered if he would ever get to the bottom of the story, when there was a knock at the front door, following by a long ring on the doorbell.

“Someone is in a hurry,” he commented as he stood up and moved towards the front door. “Not surprised with his weather, but who would be calling at six on a Saturday?”

He peeked through the spy-hole before he opened the door. He wanted to be prepared, in case it as the police again. Instead he saw a young blond woman, who clearly looked agitated. He pulled the door open.

“Hi, I’m Alice. I too am a twin. I think we should talk,”  she said without preamble.

Without thinking Saul opened the door wider, “Come on in,” he told Alice.

She stepped over the threshold and leaning in whispered, “Not here.” She cupped a hand to one of her ears indicating that someone might be listening.

“Hang on,” Saul told her. He left her standing in the hallway while he slipped back into the living room. “Just popping out for a minute,” he told the Button, who was too busy cleaning himself to be worried. Then he changed into his shoes, grabbed his coat and an umbrella and returned to Alice who was waiting patiently for him. He shrugged in a gesture he hoped asked ‘where?’ as he opened the door. Alice crooked her finger and they stepped out into the rain.

As soon as they were a few steps away from the house Saul asked her where they were going.

“Neutral ground,” was her only reply. Although she did smile at him disarmingly.

Ten minutes later they were in a dingy cafe that Saul had never considered going into before. As they sat he looked around at the tired decor and the stained tablecloth and realised that his hunch that it wasn’t really his kind of place was right.

A woman who he guessed was about his age came over and took their order. They both ordered tea. She looked like she fitted well with the place, with her badly drawn make-up and dirty apron.

Alice looked  directly at him as she slipped out of her wet coat dropping it ton the chair beside her. “A little judgemental aren’t you?” She smiled at him again. “This isn’t your usual standard of dining, is it?” she asked.

“Am I that obvious?”  Saul asked smiling back, although his guard was up. He had no idea who this woman was, and all she had told him was that she too was a twin, and on that flimsy information he had followed her.

Alice nodded. “It may not be the Ritz, but it is a safe place to talk.”

“I’m assuming you have some answers for me,” Saul said as the waitress returned with their teas.

“Not really. But I was where you are a couple of years back, and your other thought you might like someone to talk things over with that wasn’t him.” Alice told him.

“I’ve a million questions, but firstly, is it real? Are we pre-birth separated twins?” Saul gripped his cup.

“Yes, There’s no question. I didn’t believe it either so did a DNA test. I managed to get a hair from my other, she let her guard slip just long enough for me to do so. Luckily I have a friend that works in the research centre just outside town. He confirmed that the two samples I gave him were twins, he said the margin for doubt was too small for them not to be. I know it’s like the script for a post-apocalyptic film, but this is true and we’re in the middle of the action.”

Despite all he had heard recently this confirmation shut down his senses more than anything else. Up to now he had thought it might have been some kind of elaborate scam, but Alice had given him the proof that what Saul II had told him was true. That was as long as she wasn’t in on the scam too.  “And I can trust your word why?” he asked.

“Because it’s the truth. We are part of a huge scheme, and maybe what I’m about to share will convince you…”

dingy cafe

 

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Another Goal

Today June, my bestie, and I did another second-hand market in aid of the fund I set up in Tony’s name, and raised another €98, moving the goal even closer.

When I woke from my much needed siesta (I was up at 5.30) there was a message that someone had made another donation to the fund.

I opened the Web page to find the target of €10K had been met by this generous donation. Xan and Bob, two more besties, had generously donated the €199 to push the fund, and by extension me, over the edge.

In just a little over 3 years I, with the help of some incredible friends, have raised over TEN THOUSAND EUROS.

I am thrilled. The fund is a big part of my life and very important to me.

Cancer took Tony from me and ruined my life. When he was diagnosed we were told we would have from a few months to a few years together – we had less than two weeks. Most mornings when I wake I don’t know how I will get through the day. I no longer plan ahead, and live for our kids.

But it’s not just Tony who has been taken from me by this terrible disease. In the last 2 years I have also lost 3 dear friends and have too many others living with/surviving cancer. The echoes to a previous period in our lives when we lost so many friends are unmistakable.

Thank you to everyone who has made this goal a reality. Does it mean I’m done now – you bet it does.

Haha – no way. In the next couple of days I will raise the target once more… June and I already have 2 more second hand markets in our diaries, and of course are planning a couple of afternoon teas after the summer. Onwards and upwards as they say.

And I say THANK YOU.

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Peace Shattered 12

For the previous chapters click these links.

Peace Shattered…1
Peace Shattered…2
Peace Shattered…3
Peace Shattered…4
Peace Shattered …5
Peace Shattered … 6
Peace Shattered … 7
Peace Shattered … 8 
Peace Shattered … 9
Peace Shattered … 10
Peace Shattered … 11

And if you don’t want to read the previous chapters…

The story so far…

One afternoon our main character, Saul, had an unexpected and unexplained visitor. Over the coming weeks Saul was visited more times by this mystery man who claimed his name was also Saul. So far Saul has little knowledge of who this stranger with his name is.

During a trip into town Saul was sure he had seen his visitor but when he gave chase it was fruitless. Later the other Saul was sitting on the sofa when he came back into the living room. Finally he started to explain, but an ominous knock at the door interrupted. The callers were 2 members of the Police Force, although Saul 2’s later explanation revealed them not to be strictly so. He also warned Saul that his house had been bugged by them .

In a later visit his other gave him a strange device to carry with him for protection. Saul had no idea what it was, or how it worked.

While at work he received a strange call offering help to get him out of the situation. He had no idea who the caller was, and was worried what was going on, and indeed if he had imagined it all, un til Saul II turned up offering an explanation

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Saul sat patiently on the bench sipping his tea waiting for the other to start his story. Just as he was about to ask his twin to start explaining he began his monologue.

Throughout the explanation Saul sat and listened. He wasn’t sure he could really believe what he was hearing but having been told to keep an open mind that is what he tried to do. Every now and then the other Saul stopped so Saul tried to interject  with a question, but the other simply held up a hand and started into his story once more.

Saul couldn’t tell if the story was relieving his twin of a burden or adding to it. The story was indeed a fantastical one and as he listened a multitude of questions formed in his head.

“And there you have it,” Saul II concluded exhaling deeply.

“It’s a huge ask to believe all that without question,” Saul told him. The other nodded. “And I’ve more questions now than before,”

“I can well believe that,” Saul’s twin replied. “Had I not seen much of the story with my own eyes or had I not lived through a lot of it I would find it difficult to believe too.”

“Our parents never knew what went on?” Saul asked.  His twin had explained about the IVF procedure that had occurred turning a single pregnancy into twins.

“Our mother was called in for a routine appointment once she knew she was pregnant, and at that time the doctor inserted me, or you maybe, into the womb at that time.” The other was searching Saul’s face for signs of what was happening in his head.

“A doctor substituted by ‘your people’?” Saul asked.

“That was one of the first steps in the whole project, one of the linchpins without which it would never have got off the ground,” his twin replied.

“And a similar procedure for ‘extraction’ I think you called it?” Saul asked.

“Exactly,·the other replied.

Saul shook his head. “I think I need something stronger than a cup of tea now. Whiskey should do the job. For you too?” he asked.

“I…, I…” the other stuttered.

“… have to leave?” Saul asked.

“Sorry,” came the reply.

Saul let out a long loud sigh. “I suppose I should be grateful you’ve stayed long enough to give me an explanation. Will you be back soon to answer my questions?” Saul realised he was feeling quite calm about the situation. At least he had some answers now, albeit fantastical ones.

“I shall.” the other Saul told him, and promptly left.

“Well that was a bit rude, but kinda confirms what he was telling me,” Saul commented to the cats as they came out to find out what the strange noise had been. “Have I a story to share with you lot.” he added. “But it’ll have to be out here. I really do believe we are bugged now.” He knew he couldn’t share the story with anyone else yet, so was going to talk it through with his cats. With that he slipped indoors to pour himself a large drink.

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Peace Shattered 11

For the previous chapters click these links.

Peace Shattered…1
Peace Shattered…2
Peace Shattered…3
Peace Shattered…4
Peace Shattered …5
Peace Shattered … 6
Peace Shattered … 7
Peace Shattered … 8
Peace Shattered … 9

Peace Shattered … 10

And if you don’t want to read the previous chapters…

The story so far…

One afternoon our main character, Saul, had an unexpected and unexplained visitor. Over the coming weeks Saul was visited more times by this mystery man who claimed his name was also Saul. So far Saul has little knowledge of who this stranger with his name is.

During a trip into town Saul was sure he had seen his visitor but when he gave chase it was fruitless. Later the other Saul was sitting on the sofa when he came back into the living room. Finally he started to explain, but an ominous knock at the door interrupted. The callers were 2 members of the Police Force, although Saul 2’s later explanation revealed them not to be strictly so. He also warned Saul that his house had been bugged by them .

In a later visit his other gave him a strange device to carry with him for protection. Saul had no idea what it was, or how it worked.

While at work he received a strange call offering help to get him out of the situation. He had no idea who the caller was. Since then he’s not seen three other Saul, not had anything strange happen.

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The hours between three thirty and six thirty had always been my favourite ones of the day. I think of them as the quiet hours, and as my quiet time. Normally I like nothing better than once having made myself a nice cup of Earl Grey to recline on the sofa with a chocolate hobnob and sip said tea.

Recently my life has been so disrupted that this relaxing tradition had gone out the window. Today I decided to revive it. God knows I needed something to ground me.

I had my tea, Arson was sitting beside me purring contentedly, and my book was on the coffee table begging me to read. For the moment my mind was a bit too busy for that.

After that call at the office offering help just over two weeks ago I have been completely conflicted. I have no idea what any of these people want, or if they say who they are is the honest truth. Since the other Saul’s first appearance my life has been thrown into turmoil, and now it’s been an age since I last saw him.

I have no idea if my house really is bugged and I have no idea what this strange device is or what it does, but my inner self tells me to trust the other Saul, after all we do look alike and I feel “right” in his company. I just wish he’d contact me again and give a real explanation.

Today I didn’t find the quiet quite so relaxing so decided to switch on the radio. The song that was playing was ‘He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother’. I shook my head, what a cliche.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much hassle,” a voice I knew said quietly from the kitchen.

I didn’t know what to feel, anger or relief. “You damn well should be.” I replied without much thought.”Now are you going to disappear quickly again leaving me without any further explanation?” I asked

Saul put his finger to his lips and beckoned me outside. I followed him, tea in hand. I wanted answers. At the end of the garden he sat on the bench and suggested I sit too.

“This could take a while. I want to explain more about our situation,” he told me.

“Then talk quickly. I don’t trust you to not disappear. I’ve had enough. I need to know what’s going on. ” I told him.

“Then sit. I promise to tell you as much as I can in the short time we have,” he half-whispered. “I hate that I’ve caused you so much anguish and it’s time you got the truth, or at least as much as I can tell you. You’ll need to keep an open mind, it’s not a straightforward story. ”

I sat, cup of tea still in hand and nodded for him to start.

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No words

3 years without you is too long.

I still miss you every day and especially today.

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The Monolith

The basic facts of this story are from real life, of course as a writer I have embellished….

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The weak winter sun shone through the bathroom window. Outside the light covering of frost only survived in the shadowed part of the meadow. Elsewhere the grass was a shiny bright green.

Rob climbed out of the shower and slipped his bathrobe on. With a corner of one of the sleeves he wiped away some of the condensation from the window and peered out. He had had an idea. As he finished his ablutions the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen wafted through.

“Coffee?” Alexia asked as Rob came into the kitchen.

“You, my love, are an incredible mind-reader, amongst other things.” Rob kissed he cheek as he took his mug and sipped the warm dark liquid.

“Revived?” Alexia asked him.
“The shower was nice and hot this morning. I’m feeling a lot better. In fact I was going to suggest a morning walk.” Rob perched on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

“Sounds like a plan,” Alexia said. “Up to the old monolith perhaps?”

“That’s the plan indeed, mindreading again are you?” Rob smiled. “So I’d best go get dressed.”

While Rob was in the bedroom dressing Alexia grabbed their coats and scarves so they were ready to set off as soon as Rob came back. The morning was already getting away with them. It would soon be lunchtime.

Once they were all bundled up in their jackets, scarves, and hats, with mobiles charged and in their pockets ready for the photos they would invariably take, they set out up the hill.

“I can’t wait to see what the monolith really is. And what the tarpaulin beside it is hiding or housing,” Alexia took photos of their destination in the distance.

“It’s just a marker for mapmakers,” Rob suggested.

“Hmmm,” Alexia wasn’t convinced. “Where’s your romance this morning?”

“Romance? You want more romance? I think the fact that I’ve to replace the towel rail in the bathroom speaks enough of the romance we’ve already enjoyed this morning.” Rob laughed.

“Point taken,” Alexia acknowledged.

“Said the actress…” Rob began.

“Yeah, yeah.” Alexia took the lead as smoke wafted their way from the direction in which they were headed.

“Smells like whoever has set up camp at the monolith is cooking us lunch.” Rob suggested.

“And it smells like they were lucky enough to catch a wild boar. That is a delicious smell of bacon.” Alexia licked her lips.

“By the time we get up there I will be ready for a bit of lunch. I hope they’re happy to share.” Rob said.

Finally they crested the hill that looked down over the meadow in which the monolith stood. It still wasn’t clear what exactly it was, and the tarpaulin kept the secret of whoever had set up camp. The smoke was coming from some place behind the monolith so they couldn’t yet see what their lunch may be. They found a path through the dense woodland and headed down into the meadow. Here and there the undergrowth was so thick they had to retrace their steps and start again.

As they broke through the edge of the woodland Alexia was sure she saw someone behind the tarpaulin. She waved in what she hoped was a friendly nature. With her phone she clicked off a few photos of the monolith and surrounding area. Zooming in she could see that down the length of the large stone were symbols that she didn’t recognise. She showed the image to Rob. “Still think it’s just a marker?” she asked.

“They could be anything,” Rob replied. “Added by locals at any time.”

“Hmmm” Alexia wordlessly but meaningfully conveyed her thoughts.

“Come on then.” Rob took her free hand and they headed across the meadow towards the monolith, and strange encampment. There was no one around. The air was still and silent apart from the occasional crackling of the fire behind the tarpaulin.

“Doesn’t look like anyone is home,” Alexia said as they came closer.

They stopped in front of the monolith and stared straight up trying to read the symbols. They both agreed they looked like some kind of Scandinavian runes carved into the surface of the granite, but neither of them were experts on the subject so Alexia took photos to check on the internet when they got home.

Once they had enough of staring up they started to walk around the side of the tarpaulin. Rob had suggested that they not look inside, it would feel like trespassing, he thought.

As they rounded the back of the Monolith and the encampment the source of the delicious smell came into view. There was a large piece of meat on a spit roasting over a rather fierce fire.

“Jabili?” Alexia asked, using the local name for wild boar.

“Looks a bit large for that. Possibly a deer.” Rob moved closer to the fire. “God no?!” He exclaimed.

“What?” Alexia asked having been startled by his loud exclamation.

“It’s not Jabili, nor deer. I’d swear its half a human torso.”

Alexia felt suddenly weak and sick as behind them in the bushes they heard twigs snap and voices coming closer

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Ploughman’s Lunch

So this is what I was up to last weekend, as told by my wonderful friend, Xan..

The Winery Woman

Sunday, we went to an incredible Ploughman’s lunch/tea at our friend Mark’s holiday rental apartment, Tulstig DelMar in Vilanova i la Geltru. Check out the link for information on renting it! We’ve attended his afternoon teas before and always have so much fun and eat WAY TOO MUCH! This event wasn’t any different.

Tomorrow is Tres Tombs in Vilanova i la Geltru which is why Mark decided to do a Ploughman’s lunch instead of the normal afternoon tea. If you don’t know what a Ploughman’s lunch is please read Mark’s blurb in the photo below. If you don’t know what Tres Tombs is…well stay tuned as Mark, Bob and I are going tomorrow so I will share photos and details.

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There were little critters (with big shadows) on the tables to add to the theme of the day.

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Our fabulous host Mark telling us about all the lovely drinks available.

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