I apologise for the lateness of this month's blog post; I, in fact, my whole family have suffered the tragic loss of my beloved Aunty Elaine: beautiful, kind, generous, fiercely intelligent, vivacious and courageous to her very last breath; she was the epitome of Carpe Diem and an inspiration to us all. I miss her so much already that it physically hurts. The painting above is of Elaine, painted by my father, Robert.
It is to Elaine that I dedicate this post, generously contributed by my hugely talented son, Andrew. It is a tale of love and loss, but ultimately, the eternal and unbreakable bonds we share with the truly special people in our lives. Enjoy!
Revolution of Love, Part 1: Béatitude
by Andrew Dowdell-Stent
A young man in his twenties with blonde hair walks through a portal and vanishes. He opens his eyes to see a beautiful field and a sign saying “Fraise Ville”. He looks behind, sees the portal and then presses the remote in his pocket – the portal vanishes.
Just behind where the portal was, there is a river. He walks along it to see a fallen tree. He sits down slowly. A sweet blonde girl then comes up to him and clasps his hand. Still holding on to his hand, she runs off and he runs with her. They run pass six conjoined houses and then in the distance they see two houses with a tall bush surrounding them both.
They rush into one of the houses and lean on the wall. They begin a sigh or relief but are cut off by hands bursting through the door trying to reach them.
They dash into the back garden and help each other over the fence into an adjacent garden. They knock on the back door hastily and two men open the door quickly and let the man and woman in. They then dash through the house and make it outside. The mob of people spot them and begin to chase after them.
The man and the woman escape but the two men who live in the other house are not so lucky. The man and the woman then race up to where the portal used to be, they hold each other’s hands. The woman is torn from the man’s grasp by two men and another man with a torch standing behind the two men. She quickly signals for the man to leave her but she shakes his head. She then kicks him with both feet and he falls backwards.
The button on the remote in his pocket is pressed as he falls back, the portal opens and he falls through it.
He falls back into his laboratory where he first created the portal device. The remote breaks and the portal steams and deactivates. He spends day and night relentlessly trying to repair it, spending every penny he has.
By the time he finally gets it working, it has been eighty years, his hair is grey and skin is wrinkled, but it is worth it. He presses the remote, the portal opens and he walks through it.
Intermission Poem: Blood That’s Scarlet, Heart That’s Black
All men have blood
All men have hearts
They’re both in the body
They’re both body parts.
All men have scarlet blood
But some men have a heart that’s black
And once you’re corrupted
There’s no turning back
It’s definitely not wise
It will lead to your demise
The good men have hearts that are red
Every man will one day be dead
For every man there is a day
Where you find a grave in which you’ll lay
The Revolution of Love, Part 2: Time Unwound
by Andrew Dowdell-Stent
He opens his eyes and sees a tattered unreadable signpost and singed soil in a humanoid shape. He walks along the river. He trips over, but he must continue. He gets up and hobbles along to the fallen tree: it is mossy and mostly withered away, but he sits down.
A ghost of the woman he once loved floats up to him. Slowly, he follows her to the house where they once hid. To their shock, they see nothing but a demolished wreck. So, they go the house owned by the two men.
He gives two frail knocks and opens the door. He sees the ghosts of the two men hovering before him. He walks slowly upstairs and lays in a dusty bed. Slower than before, he gets his remote out of his pocket. His hand goes limp. The remote falls. Smashed. His eyes begin to begin to close as he lays there in the dusty bed. Then, the ghost of the woman he once loved, the ghosts of the two men, and the ghost of himself when his youth, floats there and feels good!
It is to Elaine that I dedicate this post, generously contributed by my hugely talented son, Andrew. It is a tale of love and loss, but ultimately, the eternal and unbreakable bonds we share with the truly special people in our lives. Enjoy!
Revolution of Love, Part 1: Béatitude
by Andrew Dowdell-Stent
A young man in his twenties with blonde hair walks through a portal and vanishes. He opens his eyes to see a beautiful field and a sign saying “Fraise Ville”. He looks behind, sees the portal and then presses the remote in his pocket – the portal vanishes.
Just behind where the portal was, there is a river. He walks along it to see a fallen tree. He sits down slowly. A sweet blonde girl then comes up to him and clasps his hand. Still holding on to his hand, she runs off and he runs with her. They run pass six conjoined houses and then in the distance they see two houses with a tall bush surrounding them both.
They rush into one of the houses and lean on the wall. They begin a sigh or relief but are cut off by hands bursting through the door trying to reach them.
They dash into the back garden and help each other over the fence into an adjacent garden. They knock on the back door hastily and two men open the door quickly and let the man and woman in. They then dash through the house and make it outside. The mob of people spot them and begin to chase after them.
The man and the woman escape but the two men who live in the other house are not so lucky. The man and the woman then race up to where the portal used to be, they hold each other’s hands. The woman is torn from the man’s grasp by two men and another man with a torch standing behind the two men. She quickly signals for the man to leave her but she shakes his head. She then kicks him with both feet and he falls backwards.
The button on the remote in his pocket is pressed as he falls back, the portal opens and he falls through it.
He falls back into his laboratory where he first created the portal device. The remote breaks and the portal steams and deactivates. He spends day and night relentlessly trying to repair it, spending every penny he has.
By the time he finally gets it working, it has been eighty years, his hair is grey and skin is wrinkled, but it is worth it. He presses the remote, the portal opens and he walks through it.
Intermission Poem: Blood That’s Scarlet, Heart That’s Black
All men have blood
All men have hearts
They’re both in the body
They’re both body parts.
All men have scarlet blood
But some men have a heart that’s black
And once you’re corrupted
There’s no turning back
It’s definitely not wise
It will lead to your demise
The good men have hearts that are red
Every man will one day be dead
For every man there is a day
Where you find a grave in which you’ll lay
The Revolution of Love, Part 2: Time Unwound
by Andrew Dowdell-Stent
He opens his eyes and sees a tattered unreadable signpost and singed soil in a humanoid shape. He walks along the river. He trips over, but he must continue. He gets up and hobbles along to the fallen tree: it is mossy and mostly withered away, but he sits down.
A ghost of the woman he once loved floats up to him. Slowly, he follows her to the house where they once hid. To their shock, they see nothing but a demolished wreck. So, they go the house owned by the two men.
He gives two frail knocks and opens the door. He sees the ghosts of the two men hovering before him. He walks slowly upstairs and lays in a dusty bed. Slower than before, he gets his remote out of his pocket. His hand goes limp. The remote falls. Smashed. His eyes begin to begin to close as he lays there in the dusty bed. Then, the ghost of the woman he once loved, the ghosts of the two men, and the ghost of himself when his youth, floats there and feels good!
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