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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~   A HARSH REALITY  ~ 18th October 2015

20/10/2015

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A HARSH REALITY 
by John Yeo

    The very wealthy man had a vision, he approached the local authorities with a large sum of money, to be used for the good of the local people who still lived in the town where he grew up as a lad.

      The plan was for a green space, with flowerbeds, pretty shrubs, and trees where wild birds were able to perch and nest. Many benches were to be strategically set up, to allow elderly folk or mothers to rest while their children were at play. Waterfowl were to be encouraged to swim on the stream, flowing through this oasis of rest and tranquility and a yearly annuity would be set aside for the upkeep and maintenance of his dream.
 His plan was welcomed with open arms by the grateful folk, who served on the town council, and an agreement was quickly reached. The Mayor named the park after this very generous benefactor, and a statue of him was erected in a small enclosed garden in the centre of this beautiful green open space in memoriam of his generosity. 

  Ten years later there was an extraordinarily brutal killing in the town, and the news media were congregating at an overgrown, neglected, little-used open space set in the middle of an urban conurbation. A young lady was standing alone with tears streaming down her cheeks, amid the littered open area in the centre of this rundown little park. Empty beer cans and plastic bags were everywhere under the rusted broken seats and carelessly tossed into a stream that was flowing through. A moss-covered, chipped and broken, unrecognisable statue had been overturned and upended into the water.

    "Why are you crying Miss?" Asked a hard-bitten seen-it-all news reporter.

  "I cry for the love of my Grandfather who had a dream that is now shattered and smashed by unthinking unashamed vandals. I cry for the visible drop in the standards of living, that allows the memory of a very caring man to be ground into the dirt and detritus of drink-sodden ne'er-do wells. Above all I cry for justice to be meted out to the killers of my beloved sister who was abused and murdered here in the very place where his dream came to fruition. God may have mercy on their vicious souls! " 

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ THE PAINTED SMILE~ 4TH OCTOBER 2015

6/10/2015

 
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THE PAINTED SMILE
by John Yeo

   Everyone else was laughing, except for me, I was embarrassed for her and felt her pain. Children can be cruel to one another sometimes, especially when someone  looks slightly different to the norm. Mandy was born with a birth defect to her mouth in the shape of a permanent smile, the other children called her names and she was continually bullied.
 I became her friend, we went everywhere together. 
  I arranged to meet her after our classes that day. She came into view wearing green and pink wellington boots, the rain hadn't stopped for two whole weeks and muddy puddles were everywhere.

  'Hi Mandy! Would you like to come for a coffee? I am having trouble with the homework project and I want your help.'

  There was no response and Mandy avoided eye-contact, I looked at her closely and I could see tears in her eyes. I had been taken in at first by the painted smile that hid poor Mandy's tears. She stamped her foot into a large muddy rainwater puddle and sobbed.
     'Why won't they leave me alone, I hate it when they laugh at my face, I wish I was normal.'

       'Oh Mandy, I am so sorry you are feeling down, I think you are pretty, that smile is infectious, you always cheer me up whenever I see you.'

Mandy stamped very hard into another puddle making a large splash. 
    'I want to look normal and angry when people tease me so I can stop them from hurting me.' Mandy said, kicking the water again with her boots splashing water everywhere.

 I then had an idea, what if we covered her mouth with very heavy makeup that would hide her false smile and see how she got on in class with a natural scowl.

 'Mandy I have an idea, let's go and visit my Grandma who was a makeup artist, I am sure we will get some help from her.'

'Oh thank you!' Mandy said with a smile that I am sure was a real smile this time.
 
My Gran worked wonders and hid the permanent smile with some special makeup. Mandy was delighted with the result and wearing her new scowl she went back to school. 
 A different Mandy  emerged, more confident,  she began to single out the abusive bullies but instead of  seeking revenge she befriended the girls and became very popular.
  Then she asked my Gran to remove the makeup. 

 When the rain came down again Mandy was dancing through the puddles in her green and pink wellies, singing in the rain with her natural smile on her face again.


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