A sudden flash of brightness caught his eye and he whipped his head in its direction. It was the glint of sunlight on the burnished metal of Creaky as the Boers brought its cannon up, ready to fire. Boom! The sound echoed across the rolling veld and a thick cloud of smoke rose up above the huge gun.

From the centre of town came the noises of the explosion as the shell burst among the buildings. Shouts and cries indicated that the projectile had caused damage and the few lady volunteers who had been resting on the stoep, hurried away to prepare for any casualties who might be sent to the hospital.

The Boers set about firing heavily on the town and Robert helped carry some of the wounded soldiers, who had been lying on the stoep, back to their wards. Those that could, limped away on crutches.

A short while later, a party carrying a stretcher appeared. It descended into the trench which led to the hospital and emerged at the other end. As it commenced crossing the recreation ground in front of the hospital, the large white flag waved by one of the stretcher bearers attracted the attention of the Boers, who started firing on the group. Robert’s stomach constricted in anger and frustration at this immoral behaviour by the Boers. They have no respect for the white flag.

Robert opened the door as they approached, and the stretcher bearers burst into the hallway where a waiting nurse assured them in the direction of the operating room. As the stretcher passed him, Robert caught a brief glimpse of the face of the victim. Mr Johnson’s eyes stared unseeing into the unknown from within bruised and dark circles of flesh in a grey and bloodless face

This piece is written for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS challenge: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ect.” Find a word with the letters “ect” in it, and base your post on that word. (Not to be confused with “et cetera,” which is “etc.”) Enjoy!

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Papa is the one who enjoys sitting and talking to her, in the evenings when he relaxes on the stoep [veranda] after a long day’s work on the farm. When she was a little girl, he would speak to her in English and read to her from his few precious books. As she grew older, he had taught her to read in English, patiently helping her sound out the words until she could do it on her own.

Papa had told her that she was just like his grandmother, Anne, who had died when he was sixteen years old. He had a small suitcase containing a few of her things: her large leather-bound King James Bible, an old copy of a book called Aesop’s Fables, wrapped in plain brown paper, a few letters written in spidery handwriting on yellowed paper and some of her clothes. Estelle knew these few memories of his deceased grandmother were precious to him. He had told her once that he didn’t like to open the suitcase too often as her smell would evaporate, the letters become even more faded and her clothes would lose the shape of her body. He opened it for her though and showed her these treasured items. He had read to her from Aesop’s Fables and even allowed her to read from it, but he always turned the old and delicate pages. Estelle longed to touch those pages and feel the smooth fragility of the paper beneath her fingers.

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I am over at Sue Vincent‘s lovely blog with a post about the Hungarian Jewish Museum in Budapest. Thank you, Sue, for hosting me, it is always appreciated.

The Hungarian Jewish Museum and Archives

The Hungarian Jewish Museum was constructed on the plot where Theodor Herzl‘s, known as the father of the State of Israel, two-story Classicist style house stood, and adjoins the Great Synagogue on Dohány Street in Budapest.

The museum holds the Jewish Religious and Historical Collection, a collection of religious relics of the Pest Hevrah Kaddishah (Jewish Burial Society), ritual objects of Shabbat and the High Holidays and a Holocaust room.

During my visit to Budapest in September 2019, I visited the Great Synagogue and the adjoining Jewish Museum. Three of the objects in the collection, that I found the most informative or poignant for varying reasons, are set out below, together with some information from the information plaques set out in the museum.

The above Hanukkah Menorah which is made of brass and intended for use in the Synagogue, was made in the 18^th century in Poland. It is similar to the Golden Menorah of the Temple of Jerusalem except that the number of branches of the Menorah is different to the original. This is a requirement of Talmudic Law which forbids exact copies of sacred objects from the Temple in Jerusalem. The branches are decorated with blossoms and flowers, as described in the Second Book of Moses. The base stands on three small lions and on the top,  there is an eagle with outstretched wings. The eagle resembles the eagle on the Polish royal coat of arms and also denotes God.

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What Amazon says

A “hypnotic” (The New York Times Book Review) collection of four novellas—including the inspirations behind the films Stand By Me and The Shawshank Redemption—from Stephen King, bound together by the changing of seasons, each taking on the theme of a journey with strikingly different tones and characters.

This gripping collection begins with “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption,” in which an unjustly imprisoned convict seeks a strange and startling revenge—the basis for the Best Picture Academy Award-nominee The Shawshank Redemption.

Next is “Apt Pupil,” the inspiration for the film of the same name about top high school student Todd Bowden and his obsession with the dark and deadly past of an older man in town.

In “The Body,” four rambunctious young boys plunge through the façade of a small town and come face-to-face with life, death, and intimations of their own mortality. This novella became the movie Stand By Me.

Finally, a disgraced woman is determined to triumph over death in “The Breathing Method.”

“The wondrous readability of his work, as well as the instant sense of communication with his characters, are what make Stephen King the consummate storyteller that he is,” hailed the Houston Chronicle about Different Seasons.

My review

This is a collection of four novella’s by Stephen King. Two of these stories I had already seen as movies prior to reading this collection, and two were entirely new to me.

Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption is the story of a prominent banker, Andy Dufrense, who is convicted of killing his wife and sentenced to life in a notorious prison. The story depicts in fairly graphic detail, the boredom and hardship of life in prison with hardened and malicious criminals, some who are also rapists and prey on any they deem to be weak. Andy befriends another “lifer” called Red and, during the course of his journey to finally becoming a prisoner whom the prison manager and wardens rely on for financial services, becomes firm friends with Red. Andy learns how to survive and makes some interesting decisions about his life. This story provides a lot of insight into the different types and characters of men and how they react and plan in different and adverse situations. A great story.

The Body is a story about four young boys, living in a deadbeat town where not much happens and who seem to have limited future prospects, who overhear some older teenagers saying that the body of one of their peers had been found some distance away near the railway line. The boys set off on a journey to find the body. The face some adversity and must overcome their fears, but they also learn the value of food, drink and shelter as well as friendship and standing together. Another story with interesting psychological angles.

The Breathing Method was my personal favourite of this collection and tells the story of an ordinary and unassuming man in a good job where he will never be selected for promotion due to his nature. His boss, while recognising his limitations, also sees his strengths, one of which is that he is a great reader, and invites him to attend a men’s evening out at his exclusive club. One of the past times of this club is to tell a story of their own experience or origination on Christmas Eve. Each year the story teller is chosen in advance. The breathing method is one of the stories told and it really creeped me out. Stephen King’s build up and descriptions are superb and really have you looking over your shoulder. An excellent story.

The Apt Pupil is the story I liked the least. It is about a twelve year old boy who identifies a Nazi war criminal who is living in a small American town under an assumed name. The boy, Todd, is fascinated by the detail of the concentration camps and confronts the aging man and compels him to tell him all the horrible details of his life in charge of a concentration camp. These stories have a big impact on both Todd, who loses weight, starts having nightmares and failing at school and the elderly gent also resurrects all these terrible memories and starts reverting back to his previous hardened and unfeeling persona. This story did not suspend disbelief for me. I could not believe that a boy from a good family, with a curiosity about the concentration camps which is not itself unbelievable, would degenerate into a serial killer. I also found it hard to believe that an elderly Nazi war criminal in hiding would start murdering people. I didn’t finish this story and it is the reason I gave this book a 4-star rating.

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Welcome to the Blog Hop.  This week the topic is:

What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?

I have read some of the other posts discussing this topic and I am grateful that I was never a victim of unscrupulous publishing practices. It seems there are a lot of vanity publishers out there who con writers who want to publish a first book out of a lot of money and deliver very little in return.

I have come to realise that I was lucky with my writing and publishing journey. Firstly, I had the good fortune to meet my current publisher, TSL Publications, prior to publishing my first Sir Chocolate book and we have worked well together ever since, and secondly, I met Sue Vincent and Sally Cronin, both very supportive bloggers and really nice people, within my first few weeks of blogging and they both helped me meet other bloggers within their community.

I never looked for a publisher as, although Michael and I had written our books together and I wrote a lot of poetry and flash fiction, I have never really considered taking our stories to another level. A good friend of mine suggested that I submit my stories to a publisher and she recommended TSL Publications. A few weeks after I submitted the stories via email, I received a reply that Anne loved them and would help me publish them. Having help with formatting my books, editing them, type setting both the print and the ebooks and uploading them to Lulu.com and Amazon has been most helpful. I am not sure if I would have done it without the assistance and support I received.

All my books are published with TSL Publications except for my poetry book, which I wrote with a friend and fellow poet, Kim Blades. Because it was a collaboration, I decided to self publish but I also did that with a lot of wonderful help from Moyhill Publishing. David Cronin helped me with the typesetting and design of this book and walked me, step-by-step, through the self publishing process on Amazon.

Thank you to both Anne and David for all your support and also to the amazing blogging community which I am a part of and from which I learn so much every time I come on-line.

Let’s see what other blog-hoppers think of the publishing industry.  Click on the blue button below to find out.

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Linda G Hill’s prompt is as follows: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “animal sounds.” Write about the sounds animals make and how you experience them. Have fun!

I have, of course, fitted it in with my latest WIP:

“They all watch silently as the soldiers systematically set about their destruction of their lives. The farmhouse, barns and kraal burn to the ground. The crops are burned and trampled by the soldiers’ horses, and the cattle, including those belonging to the African farm workers, are shot dead where they stand in the veld. Even Ansi, the gentle milk cow is ruthlessly killed by the soldiers. Not all the Khakis are good marksmen and Estelle’s gorge rises at the screams of pain from badly placed bullets. I didn’t know injured animals scream like human babies. Papa has never missed.

The metallic stench of blood mixes with the oily scent of induced burning, as the thick black smoke blots out the sky and everything succumbs to the flames. The watchers cough and splutter, as the smoke and ash blow in their direction, and the roar of the flames fills the hot air.

Their eyes smart and run with tears from a mixture of emotion and smoke. Suné, who had been standing quietly, eyes wide and tear filled, suddenly opens her mouth and vomits. Marta turns angry and astonished eyes on her youngest daughter but makes no move to assist her. Estelle pulls her handkerchief from her skirt pocket and helps her wipe her mouth.

The guns crash repeatedly and eventually the screams and bellows of the injured cattle stops. The vultures had started to gather, circling and making raspy drawn-out hissing sounds as they prepared to fight over the carcasses. The winners would gorge themselves, making disgusting grunting noises reminiscent of hungry pigs or barking dogs.

A short while later a wagon arrives to transport them.”

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Today’s book review was a buddy read with prolific author, James J. Cudney. This was the first time I have read a book and then discussed it with someone else prior to writing my review and it was an interesting and fun process. I hope that Jay and I will read some more books together in the future. You can find Jay’s review of Eventide here: https://thisismytruthnow.com/2020/02/15/book-review-eventide-by-mae-clair/

What Amazon says

The darkness is coming . . .  

The old house near Hode’s Hill, Pennsylvania is a place for Madison Hewitt to start over—to put the trauma of her husband’s murder, and her subsequent breakdown, behind her. She isn’t bothered by a burial plot on the property, or the mysterious, sealed cistern in the basement. Not at first. Even the presence of cold spots and strange odors could be fabrications of her still troubled mind. But how to explain her slashed tires, or the ominous messages that grow ever more threatening?

Convinced the answer lies in the past, Madison delves into the history of the home’s original owners, only to discover the origin of a powerful evil. An entity that may be connected to a series of gruesome attacks that have left police baffled. No matter where she turns—past or present—terror lingers just a step away, spurred on by a twisted obsession that can only be satisfied through death…

My review

Eventide is the third book in the Hode’s Hill series by this author. The book is written on two timelines, the first of which features the current life of Madison Hewitt and to a lesser extent, her boyfriend, Roth, and her sister and her psychic boyfriend, Dante. Madison has recently recovered from a lengthily period of complete withdrawal from the world following the violent murder of her husband which she experienced with him due to her empathic abilities. Madison appears to have recovered psychologically and has bought her own house, a charming but run down house that is quite far out of town. The house features its own graveyard where the remains of three members of the Steward family are buried. The gravestones show that Sylvia Steward and her son, Nathaniel, both died on the same day. Sylvia’s husband, Darrin, and Nathaniel’s father died a number of years before them. Within a short period, Madison starts have unusual and paranormal experiences in the house and quickly discovers that that there was a second Steward son, Tristan, who no-body knows what happened to or how he died. One thing is obvious though, his body is not buried in the family graveyard.

Madison was an interesting character and I enjoyed her rediscovered strength following her breakdown in the previous book. She has good survival instincts although she works against them some of the time and does some rather unexpected things. Her boyfriend, Roth, quickly shows himself to have some undesirable characteristics which Madison glosses over due to a lack of confidence and a forgiving nature.

The second timeline features Hollande Moore, a gentlewoman who is compelled by her brother to take a live-in position as a companion to Sylvia Steward. Soon after her arrival at the Steward Mansion, Hollande realises that Sylvia is a most difficult and jealous woman who enjoys making the lives of those around her miserable. This selfish and unpleasant attitude also extends to her son, Nathaniel, who lives with her in the house and sees to the accounts and administrative requirements of the family business. It does not, however, extend to her other son, Tristan, who comes home at night after his days at the family business in a neighbouring town and on whom Sylvia dotes.

When Hollande and Nathaniel start to develop feelings towards each other, the full extent of Sylvia’s madness starts making itself known.

Hollande is a lovely character and, on the whole, behaves sensibly and reasonably. I really admired her right up to the end of the book. Nathaniel and Tristan, on the other hand, were rather weak characters and I didn’t feel that Nathaniel deserved Hollande’s affections.

There was a feeling of familiarity with my reading of this book in the first half, but it picked up tremendously in the second half. My reading experience for this book was not quite as smooth as it was with the first two books and book 2 is still my favourite of this series.

This story is darker than the other two and has some rather unnerving and graphic parts. It was an enjoyable story and tied up all the loose ends creating a satisfactory conclusion to the series.

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Thank you to Charles French for introducing me to his innovative U. L. S., The Underground Library Society and for including me as a member. The preservation of literature of all kinds is close to my heart and I am proud to be associated with such a wonderful initiative.

Charles is also a writer of several great books, do pop over to his blog and have a look: https://charlesfrenchonwordsreadingandwriting.wordpress.com/

I want to welcome Robbie Cheadle to the U. L. S., The Underground Library Society! This group is an unofficial collection of people who deeply value books. It is based on the idea of The Book People from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.  Robbie is the newest member of this group of book lovers!

Robbie has excellent blogs: Robbie Cheadle books/poems/reviews and   Robbie’s inspiration. Both are wonderful; please be sure to visit them.

The Red Badge of Courage

Background

The Red Badge of Courage is a novel about the American Civil War, written by American author, Stephen Crane. Although the author was born after the war and had not ever participated in a battle when he wrote the book, The Red Badge of Courage is cited for its realism and naturalism.

The book depicts several very vivid and intense battle scenes which are graphically depicted from the perspective of the young protagonist, Henry Fleming, a private in the Union Army. The book explores the themes of maturism, heroism and cowardice with regards to Fleming’s regiment which comprises mainly of inexperienced first-time soldiers who have conscripted for various reasons and the indifference of nature to the follies of man.

The red badge of courage referred to in the title of the book is a wound incurred during battle.

My review of this book

The Red Badge of Courage was a fascinating insight into the psychology of warfare for young recruits who have never experienced battle before. I read the author’s biography and was astonished that he had never experienced war before he wrote this startling descriptive and vivid account of the fictional 304th New York Infantry Regiment during the American Civil War.

The main character is 18-year old man from a farming background called Henry Fleming. Henry is tired of the monotony of his life helping his mother on the farm and enlists because he has romanticized battle as a result of reading several accounts of war. He is attracted by his perceived glamour of battle and enlists against the advice of his mother. When she attempts to give him some practical advice before he leaves to join his new regiment, he resents her words which belie and detract from his romantic notions.

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I read this book as part of the Back to the Classics Challenge 2020

https://karensbooksandchocolate.blogspot.com/2020/01/back-to-classics-challenge-2020.html

Once again, Sue’s weekly prompt has been conducive for a short share from my WIP, A ghost and his gold:

“At 3p.m. a thunderstorm blew up and the rain simply fell down in a torrential deluge. Brilliant streaks of lightening tore apart the skies that were almost as dark as night, accompanied by ferocious peals of thunder. The Molopo River developed into a raging flood within minutes and all impediments to its flow, including wooden bridges, earthworks and ammunition, were washed away. A seven-pounder gun was saved from the flood with seconds to spare.

Some of Robert’s colleagues, who were manning the defence of the river bed, were forced to evacuate, water streaming from their hair and clothes as they dashed for shelter, running through rain, so heavy, it was like a waterfall. Captain Fitzclarence, among the last to cross the now boiling river waters, nearly drowned when he slipped and fell, and had to be hauled out by a few of his brave men.

The market square turned into a lake, the streets became rivers and the bomb shelters and trenches filled to the brim with water. There was no risk of the Boers taking advantage of the chaos as their situation was even worse, having no place to shelter from the cloudburst.

Richard informed Robert that this sort of weather was not unusual in this part of the world and the storms usually passed within a couple of hours. His prediction proved to be correct and by 5p.m. the rain had petered out.

B.P.’s staff at headquarters quickly rose to this new challenge, and by 7p.m. dry clothing had been handed out to those people who had no changes and brandy and quinine served to the men defending the trenches. The women and children were fetched by wagon from the laager and provided with blankets as needed.”

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The report was no sugar letter. Its message was clear; devoid of any chocolate coating. The shadowy shape on the sonar was a tumour. It was wrapped around the main artery in William’s stomach making effective surgical removal difficult.

“I’ll remove as much of it as possible,” Dr McDonald said, “the piece left behind should shrivel up and disappear.”

He looked at the parents sitting across from him, their faces white and troubled. “The piece I remove will be biopsied.”

“I’ll donate my blood if it’s ever needed. We are a match.” It was all he had to offer.

Written for Charli Mills’ 99-word flash fiction challenge.

February 13, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a sugar report. Use its original meaning of a letter from a sweetheart to a soldier, or invent a new use for it. Go where the prompt leads!

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