You’re Wrong M’Lord

BankPhoto © Al Forbes 2015

 

From ground level it didn’t look good. A lone figure swaying unsteadily on the high balcony above Connors Bank. The growing rumour – it was actually Lord Connor himself.

The word from across the counter was that the Lord’s midas touch had finally failed him. His bank had invested heavily in Oil and the Rouble, just at the wrong time. And his new corporate slogan, “You can’t con a Connor” had gone down like a lead balloon.

As the number of bystanders outside the bank increased, the tension grew steadily.

Two harassed bank staff struggled outside with a red carpet, which they rolled out on the likely drop zone. “The Old Man would surely want to go out in style”, one of them muttered.

TV crews arrived and quickly set up. A large group was shouting “Don’t do it!” up towards the roof, but the cameras concentrated on the few yelling “Jump!”

Meanwhile, up on the balcony, a smiling Lord Connor looked down and wondered what all the commotion was about. He finished his champagne, and flicked the crumbs from his cucumber sandwiches over the edge. It wasn’t often he took his lunch up here, but it had seemed to cause quite a stir. If this was the sort of publicity it got him, perhaps he should do it more often.

But he had more important things to think about than the rabble below. Maybe it was time for a new yacht? Why care about a few bad investments when he had a lovely big bonus on the way!

A few people had started moving inside the bank to withdraw their money. If Lord Connor was throwing in the towel, maybe a collapse was already in motion? Due to live national News coverage, the trickle became a torrent. Within hours, every Connors Bank in the country had locked its doors, never to re-open.

There would be no bonus and no business left for Lord Connor now. Just financial and social ruin.

Who knows. He might be needing that high balcony one last time…

 

The story was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction, January 18th 2015, hosted by Al Forbes. Click the logo for more details.

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Generations

Generations

Photo and Haiku © Steve Lakey 2015.

At least four generations of my family, including myself, have worked at local collieries. Now, in the UK, coal mines have all but disappeared. This photo was taken at Pleasley Colliery, Derbyshire – one of the pits that my Dad had worked at many years earlier. By the time of this picture, it had been closed for many years, and was left in a derelict state.

The photo and poem were prompted by Word Snap Weekly, 11th January 2015, hosted by Amanda Lakey at UniqueArtChic.com

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The Final Countdown

Dover Photo: © Al Forbes 2014

Dave Smith saw the red warning light flashing on Dover Tower. No! The crazy fools had actually done it! It could only mean one thing.

War had been declared, and the missiles were on their way. The clock was ticking. Maybe they’d all believe him now.

Dave didn’t need to cancel his papers. He didn’t read any. Didn’t watch the news either. Or listen to the radio. Too much bad news!

He braved the high winds and ran to his garden shed. Once inside, in a drill he’d practised a hundred times, Dave accessed his secret underground bunker. It was a shame he couldn’t convince anyone else of the dangers, but they all just laughed at him. No one knew of his secure location, and now they never would.

Dave looked briefly at the monitors showing his back garden and the famous white cliffs. Everything looked so ordinary and normal. He couldn’t bear to watch the carnage. With a tear in his eye, he shut all the cameras down.

Dave carefully set the timer. He would switch the cameras back on in exactly twelve months time. By then, the dust would have settled. To while away the time, he planned to watch pre-recorded comedy classics on his monitor. They’d keep his spirits up…

A page of the Dover Weekly News blew across his garden. If only Dave had kept his cameras on a minute longer – the headline would have interested him.

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS:
SANTA’S BEACON LIT!

 

This story was prompted by Sunday Photo Fiction December 21st 2014, hosted by Al Forbes. Click the logo for more details.

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