Photo © Al Forbes 2015

It was a perfect storm, and there was to be no escape for anyone on the South West coast of Britain. The Atlantic Ocean, guided by Poseidon’s vengeful hand, swelled into a devastating, killing tidal wave.

Twenty four hours of driving rain had created floods that washed away bridges and railway tracks. Every major road was gridlocked by the sheer weight of traffic. Official appeals for calm went unheard, as damaged electricity lines blacked out the regional power grid.

There was no way of running, and nowhere to run to, so people took whatever shelter they could.

The sea level fell dramatically, a huge wave ready to strike. Only a miracle could stop a tragedy unfolding.

Zeus didn’t believe in miracles. What he believed in was not letting his subordinates make unauthorised decisions. He took immediate action. First, the rain stopped, and the clouds blew away. Then the sun made a reluctant, embarrassed appearance. The tide sulkily returned to its normal level.

Shortly afterwards, a nervous Poseidon was summoned to Zeus’ small tent on Mount Olympus, Greece.

“I’ve told you Poseidon, we don’t settle disputes like this any more! I know we’re all in reduced circumstances, but we can’t blame the UK for our austerity, they aren’t even in the Euro. This is your last warning. Any more stunts like this, and I’m replacing you with that Italian guy, Neptune.”

The story was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction, January 18th 2015, hosted by Al Forbes. After 100 weeks, Al is moving to new pastures after this week’s challenge. Thanks for your hard work and support Al, and every success in the future! 🙂

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This post is also entered in the Word Snap Weekly challenge,  hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArt Chic.com. Click the logo for more details, and to read the other entries.

Photo © Al Forbes 2015

I’d been meaning to visit this independent bookshop for a while. I knew it had been torched by thugs, six months ago. Fortunately, the shop was up and running again in no time – good for him. I wanted to show my support.

It felt good to see that there was still a bookshop not controlled by the corporate evil that is ‘New International Bookshops’ (N.I.B.)

NIB, A global entity, with their slogan, ‘Might is Write’, now dominates all written media. NIB shops sell only officially approved titles.

A bell rang as I opened the door. A small man appeared behind the counter, looking a little nervous. I noticed that discreet CCTV cameras had been fitted, covering both inside and outside the shop. Sad, but necessary.

I tried to start a conversation with him, but all his answers were very guarded. I gave up and went back to browsing.

It was only when I walked to the ‘Classics’ section that he showed any interest in me. I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my neck.

“After anything in particular there, sir?”

I turned towards him. “I’m looking for ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Do you have it?”

He flushed. “I’ll probably have it in the storeroom, if it’s not on public display, sir.”

“Okay. I’ll wait.”

Something in his eyes gave him away. I was already running for the door before he reached behind the counter and jabbed the button. The shutters were only half down, as I slid out through the door and onto the street.

There were shouts and heavy footsteps behind me – two NIB agents in black suits. They were determined, but I know these streets well, and was able to shake them off within minutes. Now they had my face on camera, I couldn’t return home.

After several days, I managed to make contact with the Underground, who gave me a new identity. In return, I helped them plan their next mission: to torch the bookshop, this time for good.

 

 

The story was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction, January 25th 2015, hosted by Al Forbes. Click the logo for more details.

 To view other entries click the link here.

This post is also entered in the Word Snap Weekly challenge,  hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArt Chic.com. Click the logo for more details, and to read the other entries.