The conductor

The alleyway was a totally different view by daylight. The sinister shadows taking their vengeance by dark, intimidating innocent passers by, were gone. Now the shadows loomed larger than life, playfully waiting, to participate in a dance, to a tune that was yet to be played.

Not much action today, the watcher took a well earned coffee & smoko break. He picked up his packet of Marlboro, he knew smoking was not healthy for him, still as that thought passed through his mind, he lit yet another cigarette, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs, his mind turned to the sheer pleasure it brought him. Little did he know at this moment that smoking would be his demise one day.

While the watcher continued with his unhealthy habit, there was some potentially dodgy action about to take place in the alley. He says potentially because, it’s a gut feeling, and he knows his instinct is good.

An elderly couple hobbled the uneven lane, the old man stopped, Doris the crowd is here, they’re waiting.

We have to give them a performance like they’ve never experienced ever. Are you ready My Dearest?” Doris, a sweet hearted woman dressed in her brown wool coat, matching hat adorned with a white flower, her coat open enough to show her deep red dress covered in matching white flowers, her brown shiny sensible lace up shoes finished of this immaculately dressed woman. Oh how she loved dressing up.

Lost in a daydream for a moment, Joe and herself were a handsome couple. Impeccably dressed, charming and talented. They met at the opera 58 years ago. Doris was 19 and Joseph was 22. He was a conductor and she played violin. Together they were impeccably dazzling and brilliant.

Yes darling Joe, we must delight this wonderful crowd. This spot was as good as any, Doris thought to herself. There was a scattered few walking the lane, barely glancing at the odd old couple. Joe took his hat off his head and placed it on the ground, top down, picking up his stick, Doris’s face softened as she looked at him with love as he lifted his stick high into the air.

With a swiftness and agility belying his advanced years, he starts waving it all around. Joe stop, wait, please Doris says panicking.

At that very moment the watcher returned his watchful eye to observe the afternoons alley scene. The watchers eyes popped. What the? No! I cannot leave my spot for a minute he thought to him self.

“Leave her alone “shouted the angry watcher. He watched. The view from his room to the alleyway, was of an old man, he knew he was an old man because he was slightly rounded at the shoulders and knees slightly bent. Along with the graying receding hair line.

He thought himself a reliable source at assessing characters. I should’ve been a detective he marveled at this idea.

Oh what are you doing ? The streets were unsafe and noisy. People chatting without a care, cars honking, music playing. Everyone oblivious to what is going on before there very eyes.

Can they not see this? It appeared to him that this old codger was hitting a woman with his walking stick. He was waving that stick all around. The woman seemed small, probably frail, her small body hidden by the width of the man’s body, with his arms flying around, it made it hard for the watcher to get a good vision of the little old lady.

She seem to be ducking and weaving avoiding the strikes from the walking stick. Why isn’t anyone helping her. That poor dear. People were walking past and throwing things at them, they appeared to be laughing and smiling. But not helping the woman. Leave her alone you cantankerous old bully he shouted heatedly.

If anyone heard him, no one appeared to be making any movement or even acknowledged his shouts.

The watcher was contemplating what he should do next, he fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to exaggerate the situation. Like he did last time. OK OK so he misjudged a character once.

000 he tapped on his iPhone. Police.. how can I help? There is an old man attacking a little old lady with a walking stick in the lane way across the road from my apartment. Hurry, please hurry. People are walking past, no one is helping. What is wrong with people? Hurry please I’m scared he’s going to kill her.

“Mr Scout” the voice on the other end of the line spoke. “Is that you again? The last time this happened you made an error in judgement, how can you be sure this time?”

“I trust my own eyes sir” and it’s what they are seeing right this instance, violence, rampant brutal violence, trust me!

The roar of the sirens, red and blue lights flashing, stopping in the alleyway. The watcher is watching, he always watches, he watches everything.

The police delighting in the beautiful music,slowly moving toward the man from behind, they appeared to approach tenderly. Joe, oblivious to his surroundings is completely unaware of their advances. The man reaches his stick high above and hears, good afternoon Joe says the kind a police man.

Joe panics, and crouches down as if protectiing himself, fearful, confused, why is this policeman here Doris? Joe, this is Detective Bongars. He looks blankly.

Standing there is petite, sweet old Doris, holding a violin, she had been playing the most beautiful music. With a tear in her eye she’s looks forlornly at Joe. “Please play just a little more Doris” pleaded the detective. Well you just stop scaring my husband” she berates him with a soft smile.

The watcher can see her, scorning the officer, what is she holding? She looks ok. Huh? She’s playing the , umm violin, beautifully. Like magic. He had heard the sweet tunes earlier, but did stop to listen to the music.

The two officers and Doris are talking. They seem fond of her, they cuddle her delicately, then shake Joes hand, Who consequently is oblivious and they turn and walk away.

They stare up at the first floor apartment. Glaring, shaking there heads. Where are they going now? Are they heading towards my building?

Doris relieves her memory again of how her and Joe met.

It was love at first tune. Such sweet memories. They have lived a wonderful life, successful, happy, five beautiful children She was always pinching herself thinking how did I get so lucky. Two years ago Joe was diagnosed with dementia. He has never forgotten his Doris. Doris the beautiful 19-year-old he met all those years ago. Sadly that is where his memory has remained.

It was not a Walkingstick he was waving around, when he placed his hat on the ground he picked up his conductors baton, he was not trying to hit his wife, he was conducting the finest orchestra in Australia. In his eyes every day he heads off to work at some hall, where he conducts his Orchestra to thousands of people. But he only ever has eyes for Doris. The love of his life

Joe would never hurt Doris. Every day the elderly couple walk the streets, in Joes mind, he finds his crowd in some grand hall, as always the only one he has the eyes on is Doris.

People were throwing things at the couple they were throwing money, Joe and Doris made them happy, they made everybody happy, the crowd would cheer, people would clap, everyone threw money into his hat. The elderly were the unintentional buskers. Everyone around the streets of Melbourne knew Joe and Doris. Everyone except one person. The watcher

Knock knock. The watcher stayed very still.

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Challenges incorporated. Thank you to all

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/story-starter-challenge-april-11/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/story-starter-challenge-april-10/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/opposites-attract-challenge-april-10/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/11/elemental-writing-challenge-april-11/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/vengence/

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/09/fowc-with-fandango-cantankerous/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/your-daily-word-prompt-brilliant-april-9-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/your-daily-word-prompt-participate-april-12-2019/

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Magic set free

We once were magic

We set it free

Like a bird in an open cage

It flew away, we let it be

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Where will it go

Where will it land

Can we get it back

Will you again hold my hand

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Fly back to us

through the air

Like magic again

Release my despair

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Look after my heart

Please restore my hurt soul

Let’s learn the same language

Again us together can be whole

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Teach me to trust again

Surrender the evil sting

Catch me if I fall

Make my heart sing

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Let me believe

In your virtuous being

Honourable, righteous

Inspiration foreseeing

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Give me reason to believe

And you will again hold my heart

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These 3 challenges together in this piece. Thanks for great word prompts all of you ❤️

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/02/elemental-writing-challenge-april-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/your-daily-word-prompt-magic-march-2-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/opposites-attract-challenge-april-1/

Anger, light, love – she is the source.

Finding your yourself ❤️

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She stands behind

she is your ego

As if a dragon, she breathes fire

Swinging her fists

short sharp breaths

she is defiant

Prepared to fight

Prepared to defend

Her furrowed brow

In this instant

stay out of her way

she is righteous

She is unrighteous

she is your anger

she is your darkness

she is fury

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She stops

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She takes a moment

trying to find the softness in her

her tender heart

she takes a breath

her thoughts whisper I need you

she comes when she asks

she will stand with you in a storm

She will shelter you

surround you with her invisible cloak

she will capture your furious pain

She will protect you from wrong

Unethical

the evil sent by others

she makes you stronger to fight them

she will give you strength to fight for them

She gives you the strength to release what is not for you

she will protect you

and show you how to protect them

against themselves

she sheathes them, and you, in unconditional love

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She is the receiver from above

A source of love and light

She shines bright

she is your essence

she is significant

to you

she is your heart

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She is pure love

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We the jury, find the defendant compassionate, empathetic, kind and loving with a beautiful heart and soul.

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“When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don’t know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thought could ever be. Defining yourself through thought is limiting yourself.”

― Eckhart Tolle

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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/27/fowc-with-fandango-release/

https://cyranny.com/2019/03/30/instant-word-of-the-day-challenge/

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https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/your-daily-word-prompt-dragon-march-31-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/story-starter-challenge-28/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/opposites-attract-challenge-27/

Today my heart swelled with pride

Delacombe Cricket Club, the home teams players congregated in their fielding positions for the A graders cricket Final.

As the mum of one of away teams players, I set my chair up on the sidelines under a large gum tree that provided a cool shady world with light filtering through the tree tops helping to shut out the direct sunlight. It was a warm 33 Celsius at the point. A light breeze, a bystanders saving grace in conjunction with the tree top umbrella.

The temperature continued to soar that day and reached its peak at 43.

My son Kade and number 2 batter Elliot walk confidently back onto the ground for day 2 of the club level cricket final. My son opened the batting yesterday to finish the last hour or so of the day to finish 0/32. Delacombe ended their day with a score of 10/203.

I check the score board at drink break to read 1 for 60. The boys soothe themselves quickly from the scorching heat with ice water. Wiping down their faces and downing gulps of chilled refreshments to tide them over until tea.

Barely back on ground. Hoorah the fielders and supporters cheered as another critical wicket fell before their tea break this time for an lbw wicket. Elliot leaves the ground clearly disappointed and the score show 2/75

The challenge now is to get to the tea break with just 2 wickets down .

Challenge unaccomplished. The crowd and fielders roar again, then again, the boys appearing to be in trouble as their sixth wicket fell.

The distress clear on the faces as each player walks from the ground. My son the one common face within the field of Delacombe players. There were sneers and wise cracks thrown at him. They were trying to rattle him, his focus unwavering. I was proud, to say the least.

Unfortunately they lost their seventh wicket in the last open before tea. 7/85 the score board reported, the game now appears to be beyond them.

However stranger things have happened in a game of cricket

So we crossed our fingers as we watch the second innings of the cricket unfold.

The game changed dramatically as Kade and Strodes attacked the bowling and upped the run rate. An unlikely victory now seems a possibility.

Their aggressive batting forced Delacombe the home team to spread their field thus allowing more opportunities for both batsmen who now have their tails up.

Those two bat through and win an unlikely grand final for Mount Martha. 7/204. You bloody beauty.

The crowd roared and a proud mother roared even louder. Delirious with happiness, tears roll down her face.

The great sportsmanship of both teams was shown on the day when the winners congratulated the home team on a well played match and Delacombe did like wise.

Kade humbly walks over to see me, his friends and the assemblage of club spectators, they cheer as he nears. “Well played”, “congratulations” “woops and cheers” vibrated the air, claps the on the backs. “Mate, great comeback”.

My heart swelled with pride.

The shimmer of light radiated over the park like a spotlight caused by the sun shining on the windows of the cars, but anyway I looked at it the sun shone on my boy. He was in the spotlight. He was my hero always and everybody else’s on that day.

Natures Kiss

The soft breeze sweeps a wisp of hair across her forehead

Sadness swallowing her

Her heart remembering

What is gone, how they were

The gentle breeze kissing her face

Her thoughts

Like an old time movie

Flashing moments in time

Allowing, letting the truth that be

Breathing in warm air

Filling her lungs with hope

Letting go

Allowing herself to calmly cope

Inhale exhale

She weeps for the things she knows now

She will learn, accept and glide forward

Nature places a loving kiss upon her furrowed brow

The undulating path that you now wend

Find answers and enlightenment

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Acceptance of change my dear friend

Something beautiful awaits ❤️