Journals
Monday,Jun 15 2009, 08:15:50 AMMounting Alarm
There was that noise again
A soft buzzing in the room
Not that it was very loud
But with just the light from the moon
Sarah could not quite make out
If there was something there
Soon she found herself sitting up
And continuing to stare
It wasn't more than 5 minutes
Since her book she put aside
A story of a little boy
And why it was he cried
The tale was oddly haunting
As the pages she had turned
His father gathered insects
Was some of what she learned
The story dated from a time
When moths were pinned and mounted
In a way some might now feel a crime
Displayed behind a piece of glass
Labeled with great care
So that those who might pass
Could know what species that they were
There was that noise again
A little closer now she thought
More of a fluttering
Like something a spiders web had caught
And all of a sudden some movement did she spy
Over by the window in the moonlight
It seemed too frantic for a fly
And so much bigger too
Emerging from her covers now
Sarah ventured to investigat
Creeping slowly forward
In a slightly nervous state
Fingers guardedly placed
Across her blinking eyes
She sought out the culprit
And found to her surprise
A torn paper wrapper fluttered in a breeze
Just because the window was trapping it with ease
Her heart so jumpy just before
Was shortly once more calm
And the wrapper fell down to the floor
Where it would give no more alarm
(c)Rhumour
August 29th 2008
Monday,Dec 8 2008, 12:00:08 AMOscar The Watcher
Oscar stared through the glass at the rather motley crew of people sat out there in the waiting room. There were one or two new faces today - one extremely new and rather small face had in particular caught his attention for a few moments. It was a rather pink little face and only notable for the somewhat compressed features that had suddenly became rather animated.
Fortunately for Oscar the noise being generated by the infant barely registered through the thick glass panel. His attention wandered away as some movement on the other side of the room caught first his left eye and then as he turned to get a better view, both eyes. He had spotted that the old man, who's name he did not know, was now busy picking up a stack of magazines that he had kicked over moments before when the screams of the small infant had woken him abruptly from a nap.
Some days Oscar paid little attention to the waiting room folk, they were often boringly predictable - sitting down for 10 or 20 minutes until their turn came - maybe flicking the pages of a magazine or leaflet, but many times somewhat introverted as they contemplated what they would tell the doctor or nurse. Children could be more entertaining, running up and down until an adult managed to restrain them.
Once in a while he would look out to see he was receiving some attention himself, he could make little sense of the conversations through the glass, just muffled vibrations, partly obscured in any event by the throbbing of the pump nearby, but at times people were even pointing towards him. Rudeness like that had riled him on a few occasions and he had tried to make them aware of his displeasure - he had been so annoyed one time when a child tapped loudly on the glass that he had spat and glowered back at him, so that he went scurrying back to his mum.
Later when the waiting room had emptied out, the receptionist came over to talk to him, as was her habit. His eyes were aware of the container she was carrying, and as she lifted the lid on his aquarium he was ready to pounce on the shower of food heading his way. He was a Red Oscar and proud too - at least the receptionist appreciated his good looks and she was never ever rude to him. 
Rhumour
June 27th 2008
Sunday,Dec 7 2008, 11:58:07 PMA Tale of Special Friends
This is a short story written for a small girl with some info supplied by her mum. (c)Rhumour November 18th 2008
One day as Beth was walking home from playgroup clutching her best doll, Cindy, the grey clouds began to leak some little drops of rain."We had better hurry" said Mummy, "We dont want to get too wet". The two were holding hands and walking quite quickly as they turned a corner into their own street when the rain suddenly became much heavier. A boy cycling the other way had his head down to avoid the rain hitting his face and didn't see them, so when he steered his bike into a big puddle it splashed dirty water onto Beth, Cindy and Mummy which startled them all.
Beth looked down at her lovely pink trousers all splattered with muddy marks now and was not pleased - "silly bike" she said and turned to look at Cindy who was clutched firmly under her right arm - "Look Mummy - Cindy is all dirty now too!" Mummy wasn't best pleased either, but quickly said "Don't worry Beth, we can soon clean her up when we get home".
They were almost running by now and very soon they were through the door into the warmth of their home. "Right then Beth, lets get those wet clothes off you." Soon Beth was wrapped in a big soft towel and enjoying a warm drink of chocolate while sat on the settee. "What about Cindy mummy - she's still all muddy".
"Don't worry Beth, I'm just going to sponge her down and then you can dry her with the towel. Maybe you would like to stay there and watch something with Cindy while I get lunch ready?" "Yes please mummy - can we watch Beauty and the Beast please, Cindy likes that doesn't she?"
Soon Cindy was clean again and wrapped up with Beth in that nice warm towel as their favourite film occupied their attention. Mummy came back with some nice sandwiches for lunch and they all three sat together watching the story unfold. "Cindy isn't very hungry today" said Beth, "but she loves watching Beauty. Do you
think she looks like Beauty mummy?"
Mummy smiled and cuddled Beth " She does look a little bit like Beauty, but you are my real beauty Beth".
They all three cuddled together until the end when Beth noticed that Cindy wasa bit sleepy. "Cindy needs a little sleep now Mmmy - I will just cuddle her a lttle bit"
"Ok darling, you do that while I clear these plates and mugs away" and off she went into the kitchen.
About ten minutes later Mummy came back to find both Cindy and Beth were enjoying a nice little sleep. "I bet I can guess what you two are dreaming about." Mummy thought as she carefully made them both comfy on the settee. "I think I wil just pop upstairs now and get my hair sorted" she thought to herself.
Later that afternoon Beth and Cindy played with some toys together and pretended they were both princesses "Do like the crown I made for Cindy" asked Beth. "It is lovely" said Mummy, "Time for a bath now so best if Cindy sits in your bed until you are in your jim-jams."
When Beth and Cindy where tucked up in bed Mummy asked them what story they would like her to read. Beth and Cindy looked at each other "Beauty and the Beast please" came the eager reply. Mummy chuckled a little "Alright then," she said, "I will just fetch the book"
When Beth was finally settled down to sleep with Cindy in her arms, Mummy kissed the two princesses and tip toed out of the room. Soon she was sat down with a nice cup of coffee and thinking how lucky she was to have such a pretty daughter.
The End