Flash Fiction: The good don’t always hide


Her feet hurt as she teetered down another backstreet.
Tears from her eyes still sopping down her face.
Her mind wrapped in a ball of indignation as her feet stumbled and her knee grazed sober Ground.

There she Lay silent and imprisoned by gravity on the empty backstreet. Beeping horns of taxis echoed from another street but nothing was coming her way. Her eyes stared into the lights of the capital, a city where she was always captive in grief.
Red hands ripped through her loyal handbag, ‘‘Always you stand by me’’ she murmured as she searched for help. Her brain engaged but her phone found her.
The number to call she did not know; her life, her calls had all gone unanswered.

She rose up her head as she heard steps. Someone was approaching her.
‘‘Answer Answer please god answer,’’ she whispered
Step. Step. Step..
Till standing over her
A voice said ‘Hello…are you okay’’

When your mouth won’t shut….it may be a good thing.

I’ve noticed something about myself, if somebody I trust gives me the opportunity, any minute opportunity to unlock the stories imprisoned within me ….I tell too much. It’s key to note it’s not that I believe that I’ve revealed too much, but how I somehow reconstructed a chit chat.to a heavy story.

Last night, I knew I was probably telling too much but the thing is a release is always a little pleasing – yet I always feel somewhat guilty. The recent blues that escaped were old,  very old, from my childhood.

The story was about a Halloween horror [a car crash]. Of course, for me  to release  I must feel that somehow my friend wants or somehow has offered to hear these issues….Even though I find it hard to see why they would.

However uncomfortable,  I do believe in the saying: ”a problem shared is a problem halved!” So when I had a conversation about the crash I talked a little about things that I frequently internally thought about. You know them thoughts that keep one awake at two in the morning – an internal discussion that tends to drag me down, hence the reason I do be slow to share.And that is probably why frequently when asked ”Them questions” I shut doors” ” Lock Gates” or simply go mute.

The truth is when I feel personally high I want to fly, but when falling I like the idea of a carrying a parachute!  I  suppose spotting the lows is a vital skill, If down I usually hide my problems.

Finally, this piece isn’t personal, the fact is we all have words to speak or problems we need to share. To be naturally happy you have to release – as a psychologist might say releasing the demons!

After I had released, I felt Better, Calmer and happier:)  So I suppose the moral of this story is that we have to share problems – by that I mean not only  to speak out but to listen.

Possibly the key is to keep a balance….

Movie Review: Creed

Movie: Creed
Starring: Michael B. Jordan, Sylvester Stallone, Tessa Thompson, Phylicia Ras, Anthony Bellew
Director: Ryan Coogler
Genre: Sport Drama

I walked in the doors of the Cinema Screen with a large popcorn, a large drink, but only a regular expectation. Creed is a spin off of the Rocky Series and the first one where Stallone doesn’t actually enter the ring…he doesn’t throw a single punch! Yes I was shocked too. Maybe this is because the new upcoming underdog Adonis “Donnie” Johnson Creed is the boxer this time round.

In the opening scenes  Johnson’s  tough upbringing is portrayed ( This I feel is a method that is over played in Hollywood). And we watch how his mother in law arrives, Apollo’s widow, who takes in Adonis as a child following the death of Adonis’ biological mother.      Then the film jumps forward to today where to be fair, he does seem to have a good job and a stable life, but he wants more….Don’t we all.

So we watch him departs Los Angles, and moves to Philadelphia  to seek the man who took the World title of his father Apollo Creed.  When he finds the aging Rocky the audience instantly realises what is  about to happen.

Off course the “Italian Stallion” announces that boxing is behind him….But he inconceivably […Sarcasm?]  decides to come to the aid, once more, of the underdog! And what the viewer discovers is outside the ring Rocky is fighting too….

The problem with this is it’s predictability.  We know that Johnson is going to take flight to the top. We know that there will no doubt be some inspirational lines that Stallone can deliver with excellence, and I can’t blame any of the actors they all done….a decent job.

The weakness of Creed is in the storyline,  that I feel is poor and predicable.What bugged me most is how the characters  were almost cartoon like. And by that I mean that new characters like Johnson had no strong foundation. They seemed like actors, not characters that gripped all of our attention.

Stallone has his criticsbut like other critics I do see him in this a the spark of light in a under the weather back street alley.

In short, It was very average.  Creed is worth a watch if your a Stallone fan but otherwise……




In My Personal Waiting Room

Yesterday I would call D-Day if the day after tomorrow wasn’t a more decisive day for me, a Cancer Survivor.

Last Friday was the day I undertook another MRI test.

Now, I have no fear of them….But yet that doesn’t mean the process is comfortable. For an edginess definitely comes upon me during the 45-minute ordeal– in short, this the closest, I’ll ever come to prison, I know I can’t move and that I find unnatural.

In an MRI, every user is given a button to press if they feel they need attention or help. However, I know I will never press it and yet I most definitely hold tight that buzzer when undertaking an MRI.

Monday or Result day is definitely a day where my body and mind abounds with tension, especially as I sit waiting to be called into a private room. This the Judgement room…it is where one gets a sentence or is allowed to walk free!

Of course, as I’m Irish when entering that room, I’ll attempt to cover this tension; in the way one answers a How are you? With an I’m good, even though they may be having a terrible day. So I’ll answer the casual how are you? and maybe we’ll even have a minor debate about the weather – these are casual warm-up acts, that are pre-results.

Off course, I sometimes feel I can detect the result by the doctor’s body language. I search for hints of the result….as if their greeting, a possible smile and hello carry an ‘ all’s alright,’ signal.

It’s my fourth MRI scan and all I pray for is that it’s like the last one….that I get the ‘ Okay.’

So Monday, I often wrote how I detest you but we could be  friends.

Here’s hoping that I will walk out of that office with an unhide-able Smile.

And till then I’m hidden in my personal waiting room.