• creative writing,  Fiction writing

    The secret time warp

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    The dark clouds covered the blue of the sky and the fields layout in front of me. As I walked the atmosphere around me became eerier. I was alone and started to feel that someone was watching me. I could not see anyone; the trees were swaying, and I pulled my coat around me. I kept walking thinking about the kids back home. I watched the sheep playing in the fields nearby and I could hear birds chirruping to each other. The rain then started to fall, first steadily then with more force. I put up my hood and continued one foot in front of the other. I had had a long stressful day and I needed some time out by myself. Unfortunately, this was not to be as at that moment the atmosphere changed and suddenly instead of walking through a field, I was stood in a street. This could not be, I looked in front of me, there was street. I stepped back, and I was back in the field.

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    I had never experienced this, it was the sort of thing that you see in a science fiction film. I was amazed that this was really happening to me. I stepped forward again and I was back in the street. I made a mental note of where I was stood. The shop in front of me was Woolworths, Woolworths was closed years ago. This was getting stranger and as I stood there my brain started to ache. I then felt a tug on my sleeve, it was a small child. Looking down I recognised her, she had my daughter’s messy blonde hair, I was confused now. The little girl was me, how could this have happened? What year was I in?

    I soon found out that I was in the year 1986, the little girl was me aged just ten years old. I could remember now years ago what I thought was a dream where I met a lady in the street. As a child, I often sleepwalked and a few times I walked out of the house, we lived in the town and this must have been one of those nights. I took the little girl’s hand and asked her if she wanted me to take her home. She nodded so we walked together, back to where I can remember living. We walked around to the back door that was always unlocked and I helped her in. I could hear familiar voices in the house. I thought do I dare go in or walk away, I knew I was in a time warp and I did not want to change the past, not even by accident. A figure then appeared in the kitchen,
    “Who’s that?” they asked, I could see it was my grandmother stood there. I wanted to go to her, introduce myself and give her a hug. My grandmother died years ago, and I miss her terribly. There is so much I could tell her, so much I wanted to tell her, but I knew if I did then I might change a timeline somewhere and I didn’t want that to happen. So, I just said,
    “Sorry I found your granddaughter, I think she was sleepwalking” my grandmother now might have only been about ten years older than myself, maybe less. It was strange seeing her now as an adult. She looked at me and said,
    “Elizabeth, you had better come in” now I was confused, she knew who I was, what was happening here?

    It soon evolved that my grandmother worked with a secret government agency and she knew all about the time warp from the field to the street. She now needed my help, she did not want to know anything about my future as she did not want to disturb the timelines, she said that people had been going missing between the past and the future. I remembered now the newspaper article this morning about a little boy that had gone missing. She had somehow known that I would be where I was and that me as a child would find me and walk me home. This really was something from out of a film. Maybe I would have been played by Angelina Jolie. I was shocked by my grandmothers’ story, I wondered if my mother had known about her.

    Now I knew about the time warp I had a new job. I had to report back on the people from my present that had now vanished about thirty years into the past. Due to not wanting to raise a big alarm I had to talk to the present-day police force and get them to believe where the people were going. With my mobile phone, I filmed my grandmother and the story and then filmed Woolworths.

    It was the following day that I walked into the police station and asked to speak to someone about the disappearances. The lady on the desk was not very helpful at first but she then phoned one of the detectives and I was then ushered through to a waiting room. Detective Inspector Williams was very shocked by my story. We wondered whether other agencies were aware of the time warp. He then asked me to take him to the field.

    About an hour later DI Williams stood staring at Woolworths with his mouth open. So, the question was, what now? There was a long road ahead and the time warp could not be closed until everyone was home safely. Also, how did it appear? Why is it here? Who else knew about it? And are all the missing people safe? My time warp adventure started here.

    This story was inspired by Lorna in her blog Gin and Lemonade with the writing prompt of Time warp.

    It Was Nineteen Eighty-Something

  • Parenting

    Lazy Saturday

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    Today was another Saturday, daddy got up with our 7 year old, early again. It was a long time later that I was woken by my daughter climbing into bed next to me. She kept nudging up to me until I spoke to her and gave her a cuddle. A nice warm way to wake on a Saturday morning. After cuddles, I forced myself to get out of bed and find my morning coffee and Weetabix.

    After doing a load of washing and putting away the dry clothes. I spent some time playing with my daughter. I then noticed that a piece of plastic that covers a hole on the Vax carpet shampooer is missing. My 5 year old is the destructive child so I asked her if she knew where it might be. Her answer was somewhere in my room in my mess. I told her to please go and tidy her room.  Amazingly she did go upstairs and her room is now tidier and I can see the carpet. Unfortunately, the piece of plastic is still missing. So if she has hidden it, heck knows where it is.

    We then agreed to watch ‘Babe’ on Netflix.  Daddy had let our son have the IPad back this morning, so all he wanted to do was play on that. He was not interested in watching the film with me. My 5 year old said she did want to see it so I put it on. After a lot of wriggling and questions, she gave up on it and went upstairs to find her brother and daddy. I know now that daddy was playing a game on the computer with trucks, so our 7 year old had been playing that. Our daughter had been lying in our bed playing on the iPod.   I had been hoping they would watch ‘Babe’ with me and maybe read ‘The Sheep-pig’ later. I watched it by myself, I have seen it many times but once I started watching it I wanted to see it again.

    My son has had the IPad in his hands most of the day.  My calls to do homework have been ignored. He read his reading book, but reluctantly. He is a different child when he has the Ipad so I’m hoping daddy agrees to not let him have it tomorrow.  Telling him to turn off the IPad at dinner time turned into an argument.  We haven’t had that conversation all week and things have been calmer without it.

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    My daughter helped me to cook dinner tonight. She insisted on stirring the food in the wok. (Note she was only alone in the time it took me to take the above photo, I was holding the Wok otherwise).  Whilst cooking it my 5 year old kept saying “yummy” and “smells nice” once on her plate she had a few mouthfuls and refused to eat anymore. My 7 year old insisted that his beef is cut up further and then went to the toilet. He then commented that he needed to spit the beef down the toilet. Yes, he had actually spat beef in the toilet along with using it and yes it was mummy that had to clean it out.   Why is it that you feed a child a burger or a pizza or oven chips they will eat it all and enjoy it? Tonight was beef, rice, yellow pepper, mushrooms, peas, sweet corn, turmeric and then black bean sauce. It tasted far better than pizza but both children left it.

    My 5 year old has just come downstairs asking for food as she’s hungry, the excuse was ‘I was allergic to dinner”.  Daddy got away with giving her some grapes. Hopefully, she will now go to bed and sleep. I do wish my kids would just eat the food I offer them. I can remember forcing myself to eat liver because I knew my parents would be upset with me if I left it. I hate liver, that is one food that I can’t eat. Thankfully daddy hates liver too.

    My daughter has now reappeared downstairs and it is 9pm, she has collected some toys and then asked for a kiss. The words “love you mama” make the stress of everything worth it. Despite our fall outs today she has gone to bed happily.  My son is now asleep in his room.

    I’m now going to try and get some rest, David Boreanaz is on the television, ‘Seal team’.  Tomorrow will be here all too soon and the stress of being mum will start all over again.

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