Late Summer Writing, by Alan Ewing

Late Summer Writing  

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

Two Paragraph Stories

 

 

 The Waltz Of Prince Gerwin 

  

Prince Gerwin was all primed to dance the waltz of his life. His beloved, Princess Eunice, awaited him on the dance floor, along with supporting couples arranged around the ballroom. The orchestra was busy tuning up for this night of delights. Prince Gerwin went to one of the side rooms to sip another glass of champagne and change.
The orchestra burst into a Strauss waltz and the floor of dancers began to sway. Prince Gerwin's beloved awaited his entrance to join the ensemble. Everything ground to a sudden halt on Prince Gerwin's entrance. His fiancé fainted on the spot. The rest of the room just stared in disbelief. Prince Gerwin had forgotten to put his trousers back on after being in the rest room.

 

 

 

Military-Style Jacket 

 

Joe was on fire. He had just got kitted out with his new military-style jacket. He always fancied himself as a revolutionary. And he was on for a date with Amanda, the new girl at work. He feasted on steak and chips at lunch time as he felt ravenous. He just felt like it was all going for him.
That night, Amanda stood him up. Joe was desolate and started crying into the beer that he had ordered. He stumbled at the bar and a bottle of blackcurrant juice splashed all over his military jacket. Joe was no longer on fire; in fact he needed a good hosing down.

 

 

Dominoes 

'Who needs Love affairs?' Said Albert as he mooched over a pint reflecting on Edna. For what is love but an illusion of the human heart? Albert took another sip from his pint, thinking about the romantic dates and the evenings spent dancing. Albert had adored having Edna in his life thought was far too attached to his single ways. All of this inner conflict was bound to come to a head. 

It all came to an end when he would not forego his dominoes night at the pub. Albert was 83 and set in his ways. Edna was 69 and felt herself to be a toy-gerl, a play-thing. It all came down to dominoes falling in their numbers. Such an addiction are dominoes. And so Edna lost her love to a game of dominoes. No double six.

 

 

 

 

 

Jottings & Gags 

 

 

 

Mojo 

For David Grieve [Beloved writer friend, retired CofE priest]

I thought I'd lost my mojo
It came back like a yoyo
All my inspiration held so dear
Came right back without a fear

I thought I'd lost my mojo
Within the pouring rain
Suddenly it came back
The writer's little game

I thought I'd lost my mojo
I was oh so sad and blue
Seems that it was always with me
It never leaves; it's oh so true

I thought that I'd lost my mojo
Upon a darkened night
Turns out it was under the settee
Oh it gave me such a fright

I thought that I'd lost my mojo
Seems like it never leaves
Life without it seems so lost
Priceless is its cost

 

 

 

Fall Into Autumn 

 

Fall into Autumn
Let's cry
Summer love
Goodbye

Little romance
Some chance
Of it
Everlasting

Oh so false
Not true
Imagination
Through

No depth
Out of step
Silly chance
No glance

So tomorrow
In reality
Nothin' broken
Ah can see

The Smart Pen

WRITING GAG: The Smart Pen. Contains a built-in voice which shouts "Oi! I feel like a spare part. Can we get some work done please?" The writer, lost in doing nothing other than messing about on social media, proceeds to throw it out of the window!

 

 

  

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