Category Archives: endurance

One Page Novels by – J.W. Nelson Volume 1

       train-1635038_1280    The Dream Journey by Train

Samuel Peterson, a frantic, stubborn man, leapt forward in huge strides, as he targeted the 1615 from St. Pancras station. The tannoyed voice ricocheted violently across the air, entering Peterson’s ears presumptuously. A female, high pitched tone droned on about the train he was about to catch, so he hoped. His legs moved swiftly now, like a greyhound chasing that ever moving plastic rabbit.

Sweating profusely, panting heavily, his 13 stone out of shape body, lumbered towards the train, sitting noisily on platform 3.  Entering the cabin, exhaling for moment to draw breath, Peterson scanned the seats from his bespectled view.  Cabin H, first class, yes that’s the one, seat number 13a. Fourteen pair of eyes drilled his. His stature. His demeanour. Decisions about Samuel permeated their minds. A tall, scruffy looking, male with no discernible instant appearance to determine his ancestry, perplexed the other passengers.

A large, untidy beard, covered his facial skin, as did his baseball cap for his head. An expensive pinstriped suit, finished off with white tatty trainers, sounded alarm bells in already prejudiced views. Without completely recoiling, as Peterson shifted towards his seat, eyes averted his as he drew near, as though Peterson was a storm or a hurricane heading in their direction. Then the moment of truth, seat 13a. There with her head down in 13b, sat a lady, about forty years old, auburn hair, glued to her electronic device. She didn’t look up once, as Peterson, fumbled with his bag in the overhead space. He spied her, eying her over, from her head to her feet. Deliberately taking his time to address his bag, compensating for the being intently watched by two men in seat 16a & b. This pragmatic opportunity delivered itself like a gift.

Finally slumping unceremoniously into his seat, Sarah White looked across at Peterson. ‘Hello Sarah. We were wandering when we’d have this meeting. You know what I mean don’t you?’

‘Don’t start Sammie. Drop the bullshit and give it to me straight for once’, Sarah fired back again turning to face the window she sat against.

‘I’d love to give it to you straight, you know that right’, Peterson desperately wanted to smile, yet his professionalism didn’t allow that sort of emotion or frivolity. His voice even, no discernible accent.

Sighing, shaking her head, Sarah White’s beautiful, cosmetically manicured face, bright emotionless eyes, began losing some of  colour, vibrancy and sparkle.

‘You lot better understand something’, she started, her voice low, yet determined. ‘If anything happens to me…’ Peterson and Sarah were interrupted by the attendant serving drinks. Peterson ordered two white tea’s with one sugar.

‘You were threatening something’, Peterson continued Sarah’s last repost, as she anxiously stirred her one sugared tea.

‘It doesn’t’ matter anyway’, Sarah reacted sharply, sipping her tepid beverage, ‘ your organisation will find out soon enough’.

‘Umm I see’, Peterson, muttered to himself, something he rarely did. Then he turned to face Sarah, rather seductively, knowing she despised him and his intentions. ‘My secret love, oh how my heart is saddened, as thou’s last journey on a train, leads to your final resting place’. His words faded as the sun does at around 840pm in the summertime. Sarah’s body relaxed, her eyes closing gently, settling into her seat, she drifted into a never ending cycle of sleep.

Peterson sat upright, nonchalant, calm, normal. Chirping could be heard from his right hand jacket pocket, the Mission Impossible theme tune by Lalo Schifrin. Peterson extracted his phone an answered. ‘Is it done’?, was the question. ‘What do you think? Peterson bounced his rhetorical question at his caller. ‘Of course, she’s sleeping’.

That morning, Samuel Peterson, awoke snuggled up in bed with his wife Sarah, who didn’t know about his murderous intentions to divorce her..

(c) Copyright J W Nelson 2017

My Political Map…

 

The countdown begins in earnest

As May holds the main seat

A stuttering ‘Laboured’ approach

Has already left them facing defeat?


What about those from the ‘Kip’?

Are they back to square one?

Or will the Liberal crew rise up

And make us forget what partnership has done


Where’s Monster Raving what’s itsname?

I know the Greens are still here?

Our Scottish neighbours don’t want to be

The future uncertain and full of fear?


 

The unknown is the clouded view

Brexit with a myriad of permutations sorted that

Which way to turn is anyone’s guess

Maybe; ideas out of a hat?


 

Who can we trust with our Crown Jewels ?

Rail, Utilities the foreboding NHS?

Is nationalising the answer?

What would you the people suggest?


 

The June date is on the horizon

Our fate and security in Westminster’s hands

Think we’ll now and for the future

To ensure we’ve chosen the right plan


 

A crucial step is now ready

Where will you ‘X’ your box?

The political equivalent could rein

When the hens are seized by the fox?


 

Do our utmost is all we can do

Making our own well informed choice

Can each of our votes really make a difference?

Do nothing and they’ll never hear your voice…

 

J.W. Nelson

June 2017


whats the time mr Wolf

Symbol…

 

 

 

 

New Year Wishe(s)

So I guess it’s time to wish

The new year I hope will spark

New beginnings, a new healthy dish

Hard work maybe, with a little walk in the park
Bright, positive hopes 

Coupled with realistic plans

No flight, keep the fight to cope

Resist the temptation for  the’beer cans’ 
Upward, onward, hoisted on the expectant breeze 

2017 is our story yet to be written 

Delivery of your goal is yours to seize 

We reach our targets as we are smitten
Hooked onto the unexpected 

Galvanise all of our effort and time

Never let our family, role,survival be neglected 

Live our lives, day by day as a rhyme…
JW Nelson 

December 31, 2016

Final stage ‘yes we are ready’ (for the season) Day 24

Yes it’s nearly here now

Special time with family 

Togetherness reins and how

As another door is opened by a unique key
Unlock the spirit to always care

Survival through effort allows us to cope

We see you all at yours , here and there 

Aiming for the target of fervent hope…
Happy Christmas 

J W Nelson 

December 2016

Stage 4 ‘nearly there'(for the season) Day 23

Chilling in my room

Waiting for the day

Listening to Christmas sonic booms

As I shade from sun, reminding me of May…

JW Nelson

December 2016

Stage 4 ‘final prep’ (for the season) Day 22

As we party into the night

Celebrate the time and season

Everything will be just right

When we get ‘that gift’ for a reason 
Anticipation reins supreme 

The annual lesson repeats

When we awake will it be a dream?

Or will Expectations be delivered right to our feet?…
JW Nelson

December 2016

Stage 4 ‘ready and waiting’ (for the season) Day 21

Let’s hunker around the t.v.

Grab a drink, maybe some beer or wine

Christmas equals everyone and me

Celebrating the season is divine…
JW Nelson 

December 2016

Stage 4 ‘ready as we go’ (for the season) Day 20

Lie back look to the stars in hope

To the 3 kings  we watch and wait

Gifts aplenty journey towards the gate ajar,

It’s the opportunity to open our hearts

The Bethlehem of now says ‘welcome’

Room is offered to everyone in need

At this Christmas time maybe no one will go without a feed…

J W Nelson 

December 2016

Stage 3 ‘Readily..’ (for the season) Day 16

ticking-along

Time to get your things

Time to pray and give thanks

Time now for the choir to sing

Time to make those xmas plans

 

Time to figure out if you believe

Time to remain above the fray

Time to give and hopefully receive

Time to celebrate The Christmas Day?

 

J W Nelson

December 2016

 

 

Stage 3 ‘In Readiness’ (for the season) Day 14

waiting-game

Relax,  exhale, breathe

Shiver, twitch, distract

Wait, work, reveal

Food, stomach, attract…

 

J W Nelson

December 2016