Psychiatrist -v- Patient (or is it?) by Maureen Harrison

Psychiatrist -v- Patient (or is it?)

 

As John related his story to the psychiatrist a feeling of unease pervaded the room.

 

John described the moment he felt he had lost it –  the driving rain hammering against the windscreen accompanied by a howling gale when he had no idea where he was.   Ghostly shapes gathered around but he quickly realised these were trees but what were the lights shining in the distance?

 

He glanced at the rear window of the car and felt for sure somebody was watching him.   He accelerated but quickly realised his mistake as the car tyres slithered across a slurry of mud.    Heart pounding he attempted to get out of the vehicle but fear made him hesitate.   Luckily the car had righted itself and he was able to resume his journey.

 

To the psychiatrist it became apparent he knew this scenario.   As John continued to talk he let his mind wander to a similar experience.   He knew what came next!   But how?   He didn’t think he knew John so how could he know this story?

 

John went on with his tale.   He drove a little further and saw a white shape ahead.   What was it?

 

I know this thought the psychiatrist.   Go on with your story but I already know the ending.  If your story is my story what are you doing here talking to me about it?

 

The vision became only too clear.   The white shape materialised and a gunshot rang out.  John slumped in the driving seat.  The psychiatrist looked at the patient, then down at himself.   John was dead!   The psychiatrist closed his eyes.

 

His receptionist found him later that day.   Blood was pouring from his chest but what on earth had transpired?   The room, apart from the dead psychiatrist, was empty.   She checked around the room satisfying herself all was clear.   She dialled 999 and said “there has been a terrible accident.”  Only she knew what had transpired and she was saying absolutely nothing !!!

 

She heard the sirens and readied herself …………..

 

© Maureen Harrison/Touchstones Writing Group/1/7/2021

Picture of Lady Lying by Mark Hales from Jennie Bailey Workshop 1st July 2021

Picture of lady lying

 

Are the roses in bloom? I am so tired

you work us so hard

Go cut me some roses,

we are so tired

I cannot go I’m stuck on the couch

 

The view through the window raise me high so I can see

no more we are too tired

you aren’t very caring, you hated me

we don’t hate you, but you work us too hard

 

If I get up I will fire you

there will be no job no money,

no food on your table

all you need do is pick some roses

 

© Mark Hales 1st July 2021

 

You Look Like Me Only Older by Mark Hales from Jennie Bailey’s Workshop 1st July 2021

 

 

 

You look like me, only older.

 

You are me?

 

That’s surreal

 

Pause

 

So what happened after 1st of July 2021? Is there anything you would have done differently?

 

There is? What is that?

 

You wouldn’t have killed your wife? This is Jenny?

 

You mean I kill my wife!!!!!!

 

Why?

 

Because she’s having an affair with Roger.

 

Roger Williams?

 

My best friend?

 

When did that start?

 

1st of July 2021, they met at the supermarket, in the evening, I was working late, interviewing a client, it just started from there,

 

Where?

 

In the back of Jenny’s car

 

I bought her that car last week, plenty of room in the back for kids and shopping, not entertaining her lover.

 

What time did they meet?

 

About 7pm?

 

It’s 6:30pm now, if I leave now I can get to the supermarket and stop it starting.

 

I can’t do that.

 

Why not?

 

I can’t interfere with time? The first rule of time travel, I must leave the world as I found it, there’s no knowing the havoc I will cause by stopping the inevitable.

 

Amanda? Rogers wife? Why?

 

We had an affair? We killed him, you mean Roger as well as Jenny? You say they didn’t suffer, much.

 

Amanda, now there’s a good looking woman, when did the affair start? On 24th of August, Amanda caught Roger and Jenny in an embrace earlier that week and she told me.

 

Well now you have told me about Amanda, I don’t think I’ll go to the supermarket.

 

How long does the affair with Amanda last? Two years?

 

Then we plan to kill, Roger and Jenny and run away together?

 

What went wrong?

 

Nothing, you said you would not kill Jenny if you had you time again, I assume you got caught.

 

No you didn’t get caught. You live with Amanda?

 

You do but she’s not Jenny, Jenny anticipated everything, Amanda does not.

 

You mean you killed the thing you love?

 

Then I am doomed.

 

© Mark Hales 1st July 2021

Disposable Moorland by Ray Stearn

 

Disposable Moorland

 

For the want of a burger white cotton grass was lost

For the want of a burger pure black peat was lost

For the want of  burger soaring skylarks were lost

For the want of a burger green soft rush was lost

For the want of a burger mad march hare was lost

For the want of a burger keen kestrel was lost

For the want of a burger bell heather was lost

For the want of a burger rich red grouse was lost

For the want of a burger the moorland was lost

For this is the barbie that lit the grass

That burned the peat

That singed the skylarks

That ravished the rush

That harried the hare

That killed the kestrel

That hashed the heather

That roasted the red grouse

That murdered the moorland

And all for the want of a barbequed burger

© Ray Stearn 23rd June 2021

May Day by Michelle Leigh

May Day

 

  She thought he’d really loved her

   In her heart a light had shone

But sadly not the case to be,

   for soon she’d learnt he’d gone.

She thought what did I do so wrong

 Oh my, what a mistake!

My friends were right  all along

 I should’ve stayed home eating cake.

The tears they flowed upon her

   whatever they would say

She felt that she was drowning

  And could only whisper ‘Help, May Day!’.

But life will soon get better

  as Winter turns to Spring

And May Day’s meaning changes

 to the good things life can bring.

So next time when you’re  floundering

  and don‘t know what to say,

Just stand up tall, be brave and sing

 out loud ‘Yay! It’s May Day!’

 

               Michelle Leigh