Mr Twister had a sister who now had another name. She was different from him, being tall and slim where he was; quite plain. His face was fat and he wore a big hat, to cover what little that remained of his hair. He was so large that when he bent forward he almost fell out of his chair.

He was a writer you see, and had grown fat on the proceeds of his livelihood. He’d had a dream one night, and told it well and found out that; he could. He shouted and screamed, swore and yelled, as the characters in his story would do, but that was the straw that stuck in her jaw, and was too difficult; to chew!

One fateful day she’d had enough…” Here it is far too rough, for a girl like me to stay. I’m off to marry the man I love whose name I cannot convey. I’m leaving you my brother for another, who is more kind and thoughtful of me. I’m leaving this home, so you will be on your own, and you will have to fend; for thee.”

Tom Twister begged his sister, not to leave him so hopeless and alone. He tugged at her sleeve as she was about to leave and started wailing in a loud moan. “Don’t abandon me Hope, and go and elope with a man you must hardly know. Think of the things you may do with him, and the outcome, they may bestow.

The months passed away, and Tom grew grey, but slimmer he became, overnight. Each day he prayed that Hope would return and everything, would turn out; all right. But in his heart he knew, that nothing would do, and a happy ending would not be forthcoming. The end would come in a way, as they say…unbecoming.

On marched time, and for no reason or rhyme, hope sprung eternally inside Tom. He had a premonition, that changed his disposition, and he knew that nothing could go wrong. The door bell rang and up he sprang “Is that Hope?” he cried out in delight, but on opening said door, it was the sight that he saw; that killed him; outright.

It was she you see, but the story she had told had been a lie. The truth would never have sat well, with a man who was stuffing himself; to die. No man had made her leave, but a story to perceive and fame and fortune to chase. What stood before him that night looked like a spirit….as if from…outer space.

She had worked all night and every night her story to print and tell. An agent had called and her world had been turned into a prison; with a padded cell! Night after night, with flickering light, her fingers shrunk into stubs. With pain in her eyes she told her lies and the errors; she simply rubbed.

Her work was published but everyone rubbished her effort and that made her cry. No joy could hit her, as her one follower on twitter, bid her; goodbye. She cried and cried, and with tears undried, off to Beachy Head she did drive. The night was cool, the moon was full and no heartstrings were there….to pull.

Her fall was halted by a thing, akin, to an Angels outstretched wing, and down she fluttered, soft….unflustered, still luckily; quite slim. Her lack of bulk found the chalk that coated herself in white, and it was that ghostly sight that caused the fright that led directly to Tom’s death….that night.

© 2012, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

Danny Kemp (14 Posts)

I am sixty-three years of age, married for the second time with two step-children and three grandchildren. My father died when I was sixteen but had probably summed me up completely by that time. He called me deceitful, and I'm not sorry that he did. I now use that characteristic to tell stories in both prose and, I hope. rhyme. My first novel was published in March 2012. The Desolate Garden is a spy murder mystery with more than a simple touch of romance. It has been likened to The 39 Steps and The Constant Gardener by reviewers and the film producer who's London based Company is converting my story into a film.


  1. Anya

    That was quite cleverly put together and fun!

  2. Danny Kemp (Author)

    Thank you Anya.

  3. Danny, I think your diet plan may be a bit too extreme for me. Luckily I’ve not so far been called on to suffer so greatly for my art. I agree with Anya – very clever. :)

  4. Danny Kemp (Author)

    Thank you for taking the time to stop by and comment Melody, it’s kind of you. My head will be getting too big soon…. Only joking, but I do find it fascinating that other people like my silliness. :) Thank you again.

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