Secrets and lies
I've been tagged, All you have to do is post an entry on you blog containing a secret and a lie. Words, pictures, video, any topic, it’s up to you.
You have been chosen for your creativity, wit, charm and personality.
Your secret, your dogs’ secret, any lie will do.
Remember a lie can be a secret and a secret can also be a lie.
Maybe that’s just politics? Anyway, strangely enough the title of the post should contain the words ‘secrets’ and ‘lies’.
Then find five friends and/or strangers to tag.
They may or may not take up the challenge, that’s not your problem.
If they do, they should all link back to you and so on ad infinitum or ad nauseum depending on your point of view.
The bad news is that i'm tagging You :@)
Secrets and lies
Early one summers morning, in my bedroom, August 1980:
"Sleep well son ?"
Muffled answer
"Y'know, your ma really wanted to go to see her familly back in the old country for such a long time ... how she was really looking forward to going away"
"Yeah !! Did she send us post card ?"
"No she hasn't sent us a card yet ... well .. listen, son, she's been taken ill"
"??"
"She'll be fine, she's got doctors and things .. she'll be fine. What're you up to today, son? "
"I'm s'posed to go the beach with Steve and Pip .. but if you want i can stay in"
"No that's good, go out and see your friends"
The next day at about four in the afternoon :
"Listen, son, the doctors just phoned, i'm going to have to go to see your mother. You'll be fine for the evening, yeah ?"
"I guess. What's for dinner ?"
"Whatever you fancy, son"
The same day at about seven in the evening :
"Come here son"
My father opened out wide his arms, clutched me to him and smothered me in his jumper. I could smell of his after shave and feel the 5 o'clock stubble on his cheeks and chin. He ruffled my hair and :
*sobs*
"She's gone, we've lost her. It's you and me against the world son"
Fast forward a few years :
An icy February morning in 1986
Saturday 9am :"Hi sis, Dad's been taken ill .... no, no, no, ... nothing serious ... no, no, no ... i've just phoned the doctor ... yeah, he'll be here soon ... don't worry i'll phone you later, see you"
Saturday 11am : "euhh ... hi sis ... euuh ... the doc's been .. he says that he'd like dad to go the hospital, y'know, just for a check up ... yeah, i know,... it's a shame, i'll have to see you next weekend, or you can always come down if you want ... yeah, ok ... i'll phone you later"
Saturday 3pm: "It's me .... well ... Dad's died ........ hello ? Sis ? ..............................."
You have been chosen for your creativity, wit, charm and personality.
Your secret, your dogs’ secret, any lie will do.
Remember a lie can be a secret and a secret can also be a lie.
Maybe that’s just politics? Anyway, strangely enough the title of the post should contain the words ‘secrets’ and ‘lies’.
Then find five friends and/or strangers to tag.
They may or may not take up the challenge, that’s not your problem.
If they do, they should all link back to you and so on ad infinitum or ad nauseum depending on your point of view.
The bad news is that i'm tagging You :@)
Secrets and lies
Early one summers morning, in my bedroom, August 1980:
"Sleep well son ?"
Muffled answer
"Y'know, your ma really wanted to go to see her familly back in the old country for such a long time ... how she was really looking forward to going away"
"Yeah !! Did she send us post card ?"
"No she hasn't sent us a card yet ... well .. listen, son, she's been taken ill"
"??"
"She'll be fine, she's got doctors and things .. she'll be fine. What're you up to today, son? "
"I'm s'posed to go the beach with Steve and Pip .. but if you want i can stay in"
"No that's good, go out and see your friends"
The next day at about four in the afternoon :
"Listen, son, the doctors just phoned, i'm going to have to go to see your mother. You'll be fine for the evening, yeah ?"
"I guess. What's for dinner ?"
"Whatever you fancy, son"
The same day at about seven in the evening :
"Come here son"
My father opened out wide his arms, clutched me to him and smothered me in his jumper. I could smell of his after shave and feel the 5 o'clock stubble on his cheeks and chin. He ruffled my hair and :
*sobs*
"She's gone, we've lost her. It's you and me against the world son"
Fast forward a few years :
An icy February morning in 1986
Saturday 9am :"Hi sis, Dad's been taken ill .... no, no, no, ... nothing serious ... no, no, no ... i've just phoned the doctor ... yeah, he'll be here soon ... don't worry i'll phone you later, see you"
Saturday 11am : "euhh ... hi sis ... euuh ... the doc's been .. he says that he'd like dad to go the hospital, y'know, just for a check up ... yeah, i know,... it's a shame, i'll have to see you next weekend, or you can always come down if you want ... yeah, ok ... i'll phone you later"
Saturday 3pm: "It's me .... well ... Dad's died ........ hello ? Sis ? ..............................."
Libellés : meme
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