Sunday, 28 January 2018

Robyn Hood

            The lady pushed her hair behind her ears and then slipped the incriminating photos back into the envelope. She knew of, but did not agree with the back-handers Jason had taken over the years; it was his infidelity and devious lies that cut her right to her core.
    “Damn you,” she muttered, and sitting forward looked from keyboard to screen as she attached the scanned images to the E. mail. Momentarily her manicured finger hovered over the mouse; she paused, took a deep breath and clicked send.       
            Councillor Jason Hood placed his Audi keys on the glass topped desk and took the post-it his P.A had stuck to the monitor. Don’t forget Robyn’s wedding anniversary present, table’s booked at Pierre’s 7.30 pm.
            Coffee in one hand and mouse in the other Jason navigated the cursor to the E. mail with, URGENT, in the subject bar.
    “What the …” he said, as he stared in disbelief at the images of himself and the wife of a prominent businessman in a compromising embrace, he read the text. Tomorrow, 7am usual routine, health suite, leave £10,000 in used notes in locker, swim, go to work, deviate from instructions your wife and newspapers will receive copies of images. Jason’s usual coolness of character left him as beads of cold sweat soaked his armpits. He felt sick to his stomach at the realisation that his rising political career was about to take a huge nose dive into oblivion if he did not act wisely. Robyn, well, he had to admit she still looked a charm on his arm, but he was starting to get quite bored of their marriage.
            Robyn put down her glass of Chablis and picked up her mobile from the table.
    “Jason?” Cheryl asked.
    “Yeah,” she said, then pressed reject.
Cheryl reached across and gave her friends hand a reassuring squeeze.
    “I’ll be fine, Cheryl, honestly”.
            Robyn sat back feeling relieved that she felt no guilt about the package containing ten thousand pounds she’d shoved through, ‘Night Shelter for the Homeless’ letter box earlier that morning.
            As they left the wine bar and crossed the road Cheryl heard her friend drop something, it hit the gutter with a clink before disappearing down the drain.
    “Robyn, you’ve just dropped something down the …”
    “Oh, it’s nothing, just a meaningless key I should have thrown out ages ago”.

Julian Clarke © 2017

Sunday, 21 January 2018


The passenger ship approaches Guernsey,
Picturesque Isle of Herm off the port side,
Old Castle Cornet full of history
The militia once defended with pride.

At anchor, a cruise liner in the bay
Ships tenders, like ants in comparison,
Bringing tourists ashore for the day, some
Will visit Fort George, the old garrison.

Standing to attention the stevedore cranes
Harbour walls embracing the yacht basin,
Fishing boats offload the catch of the day
To meet the ebbing tide they must hasten.

Locals having fun in their pleasure boats
Coming and going are the visiting yachts,
Diving cormorants hunt in the harbour
Flying high is the common guillemot.

A bump and a nudge the ferry makes fast,
Smiling passengers eagerly alight.
Off to the town with its cobbled high street
Flowers in bloom are a delightful sight.

One can feel the influence from France
Dan’s Le Pollet est le Petite Bistro,
Up from La Plaiderie a Sarnian dance
The accordionist swaying to and fro.

Narrow Cow Lane leads to the old harbour
Livestock once passed here for slaughter,
An arched entrance has long since gone
Once led to square riggers on the water.

Al fresco lunch at the Terrace Café
Amazing views to Herm, Jethou and Sark,
Local lobster’s the fresh catch of the day
Or a traditional dish of Guernsey Bean Jar.

Visit the museum of Victor Hugo
At Hauteville House his home in exile.
Poetic decorations, preserved, on show
Wonderful wall hangings of rich textiles.

The old quarter with its quaint narrow streets
Second hand wares and antiques on sale.
Alleyways twist and turn with steps so steep
Lamp light walks with many a ghostly tale.

© Julian Clarke 2017

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