Bob makes Scouse (a Jade Camel out-take)

a jade camel figurine

‘Home cooking? eh mate, you kept that talent quiet,’ says Gary, inhaling appreciatively as he peers around the kitchen door.

‘It’s me Nan’s recipe*,’ Bob squints at the temperature control on the oven and turns it down a notch, ‘this my way of thanking you and Gina for letting me and Fingers move in, now that Lucy’s off with that Pierre on a cruise ship,’ he wheels around, not an easy task for a man of his build within the confines of a cramped kitchen, ‘whoa, Fingers, gimme that!’ he addresses the mischievous-looking monkey who’s edging closer to the stove top, waving a wooden spoon in the air.

Then Bob catches the changing expression on his friend’s face, ‘is it the story?’ he’s referring to the latest episode in their author’s Six Sentence Story serial, ‘I said to be careful what you wish for, didn’t I?’

Gary shrugs, ‘yeah, it’s brought it all back, beating up that guy, then afterwards with Gina… you know,’ he stares at the kitchen wall, remembering.

‘But it was me who really wanted a part in her new little story, babe, not you,’ Gina, who’s just appeared on the landing, wraps her arms around Gary’s waist, ‘remember, that’s all in the past; what you did was all the fault of the camel, all you have to do is go with the flow of her story, okay?’

‘And get rid of that camel,’ Cynthia’s voice drifts up from the hallway.

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This has been my second offering this week for Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge where this week’s prompt word was control. It’s also another window on the world that some my lead characters inhabit. As some of you have already discovered, they lead lives beyond the confines of their book.

*Nan’s recipe for scouse, a fine old Liverpool tradition (as described by Bob):

You take a couple of large onions, some nice big spuds, a tray of stewing steak and a couple of fat carrots, maybe a bit of swede, and a beef Oxo cube – make up about a pint. If your minted, you can use more meat. If you’re feeling adventurous, add a bay leaf.

Peel the veg, slice the onions, chop the spuds into big chunks, same with the carrots and swede. Trim the steak and chop into chunks.

Get a large casserole dish that’ll go on the hob and in the oven, lob in a lump of lard, or a splodge of oil. Brown the meat in batches and put on the side. Now fry the onions until they’re going brown, but don’t let them burn. Throw the meat back in. Add the carrots and the stock. Stir, put the lid on and slide into the oven at about 300F / 150C / Gas Mark 2. Check each hour to make sure it doesn’t try out. Top up from the kettle if you need to. It’ll probably take about 3 hours for everything to go nice and soft.

Nan serves with beetroot or pickled red cabbage. I prefer thick-sliced white bread with butter.

I cooked this last weekend. Maybe a dish to add to the chalkboard at the SSC&B?

The Jade Camel #15

Previously

Joey, flush with his wad of winnings, tucked into the Philharmonicโ€™s lunch-time special, a steaming bowl of meaty scouse*, congratulating himself on his escape.

Heโ€™d only just started on his second glass of stout, when he remembered he was due to sign on; he gulped the smooth liquid down, just as the original antique clock hanging above the bar was beginning to strike two: he was already late.

Gary, the counter supervisor, hadnโ€™t been amused, so much so that Joey had found himself staring back at him across a sticky Formica table in Interview Room One; Joey looked down at his bitten fingernails, โ€˜sorry, I mustโ€™ve left me card at homeโ€™ he muttered.

To Joeyโ€™s surprise, Gary slid his UB40 across the table, โ€˜listen Joey, I brought you in here for a warning, but itโ€™s not about being late,โ€™ Garyโ€™s grip on the table edge tightened, โ€˜itโ€™s about the jade camel, trust me, mate, youโ€™re better off without it.โ€™

Joey held up his hands, โ€˜if thatโ€™s all, Iโ€™ll be going.โ€™

Gary, rapidly losing control, flew round the table and grabbed Joey by the lapels, โ€˜I mean it, mate, itโ€™s like itโ€™s cursed; bad people are coming after you for it.โ€™

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*I’ve an idea one of my characters will be sharing their recipe for this iconic Liverpool delicacy sometime soon

Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ORIGIN, BEGIN, START
Denise Farley of Girlie On The Edge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: CONTROL

Many more #SixSentenceStories here – why not bring your own?

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Different Worlds

The image shows shows a well-dressed young man of African descent sitting on stairs. His hands are gripping the railing and he is staring intently at the camera.

living here
in the same building
you donโ€™t stop
we donโ€™t talk

torment lurks within my soul
you just donโ€™t see it

sitting here
alone on the stairs
youโ€™re aware
of my gaze

sorrow lies behind these eyes
you just wonโ€™t see it

existing
in separate worlds
minds donโ€™t meet
hearts donโ€™t open

but then, behind the faรงade
I see your sadness

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The image shows shows a well-dressed young man of African descent sitting on stairs. His hands are gripping the railing and he is staring intently at the camera.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #132 photo prompt

The Jade Camel #14

Previously

Auroraโ€™s carmine lips formed a determined line, as she received Pattersonโ€™s latest up-date; she favoured him with an ice-blue stare: โ€™and when might I expect the camelโ€™s return?โ€™

The suave, silver-haired man spoke smoothly: โ€˜a plan is being put into place.โ€™

On the south-side of the city, in the DHSS Office on High Park Street, Gary glared across a yellowing Formica table-top at his subordinate Reg, a short, squat individual whom heโ€™d never taken to, waiting for his response.

โ€˜It was just a favour, like, for a mate; Joey Moranโ€™s got something of his and me mate wants it back,โ€™ Reg shrugged, โ€˜said it was valuable โ€“ even showed me a picture of it โ€“ I dunno whatโ€™s so special about a little curled-up camel statue, it looked more like a turd to me.โ€™

โ€˜Your mate has Mr Moranโ€™s UB40 but he doesnโ€™t know his address, so you took it upon yourself to look it up in the office records?โ€™ As Gary spoke, dread rose from the pit of his stomach – a curled up camel – his fingers gripped the edge of the table-top, purple veins standing out on the backs of his hands โ€“ surely not that same evil little statue?

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Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: YELLOW, PURPLE, BLUE
Denise Farley of Girlie On The Edge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: TERM

More #SixSentenceStories here!

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Summoning the Sun

The image shows two young girls standing outdoors looking at a book which both of them are holdingย jointly.

our night-time terrors
evaporate with the dew
dispersed by the sunโ€™s first pink rays

greet the day
with sweet voices raised
welcome in the dawn

each new day
letโ€™s summon the sun
with a song
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The image shows two young girls standing outdoors looking at a book which both of them are holding jointly.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #131 photo prompt

The Jade Camel #13

Previously

As Joey stepped over the threshold, the music heโ€™d heard from outside the building stopped abruptly; light filtered from the lofty windows, illuminating the dust-motes that danced in the large space before him, empty apart from a long wooden counter running along one wall with a dozen mis-matched chairs arranged at intervals along it.

Joey looked around, at the far side of the room was an imposing entrance door, topped with a fancy fanlight; Joey jogged over and drew aside the heavy steel bolts before twisting the night-latch; the door swung open easily. After pulling the door closed and hearing the latch click home, Joey sprinted up the three stone steps to street level. Suddenly the music started up again; Joey looked around, puzzled for a moment, before hurrying off up the narrow side street.

Emerging onto busy Bold Street, Joey ducked inside the nearest shop, its interior thick with cigarette smoke and lined with TV screens; the little camel statue in his pocket vibrated, pursuers forgotten, Joey approached the counter, โ€˜2.30 at Aintree, two quid on Oracle to win.โ€™

Meanwhile, in the flat below Joeyโ€™s, Ceridwen turned over the Five of Swords: the tarot card predicting a cheap victory.

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Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ARRANGE, PREDICT, ORACLE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: TREE

Join the #SixSentenceStory readathon here

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Exercise in mindfulness

The image shows the word โ€˜Exhaleโ€™ illuminated as a sign, embedded in a carved structure.

breathe in (count to three)
breathe out (count to five)
close your eyes
repeat

imagine yourself
on an empty beach
tide coming in
tide going out

breathe in (count to three)
breathe out (count to five)

take yourself
to that place far away
empty your cares
on the sand

watch as the tide
washes over the beach
breathe in, and again
now exhale

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The image shows the word โ€˜Exhaleโ€™ illuminated as a sign, embedded in a carved structure.

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #130 photo prompt

The Jade Camel #12

Previously

Patterson finished the careful adjustment to his starched shirt cuffs, lining them up half an inch beyond the end of his jacket sleeves, before running his gaze over the group of short and stocky individuals standing before him; a slight furrow grazed his forehead, โ€˜there are five of you now and still he eluded you?โ€™

Louis shuffled forward as if to offer an apology, feigning a sad expression, โ€˜the lad mightโ€™ve got away, but weโ€™ll find him,โ€™ he looked up, holding something out to Patterson with a triumphant grin, โ€˜look, he dropped this!โ€™

Patterson held the grubby piece of cardboard between his thumb and forefinger, a look of distaste on his face as he examined it, โ€˜his Unemployment Benefit Card, thereโ€™s no address, how is it supposed to help?

Jimmy stepped forward, โ€˜allow me to introduce the newest member of our team,โ€™ he indicated a fresh-faced young man, โ€˜this is Ronโ€™s baby brother, Sam,โ€™ Ron nodded, pushing his sibling forward, Jimmy continued, โ€˜he doesnโ€™t say much either, but he has special skills.โ€™

Patterson inclined an eyebrow.

โ€˜Sam also has a job at the DHSS*,โ€™ Shacker added; โ€˜donโ€™t worry, Mr Patterson, you can count on us to catch up with Joey.โ€™

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*Department of Health and Social Security, responsible at the time (among other things) for the administration of Unemployment Benefits. The card which Joey dropped is a UB40**, the card you had to take when you went to ‘sign on’ at the ‘dole office’. It has the claimant’s National Insurance number from which Sam will be able to trace Joey’s address.

**From where UK band, UB40, took their name. The title of their song ‘One in Ten’ refers to the number 9.6, being the percentage of the local workforce claiming unemployment benefit in the West Midlands in the summer of 1981 when the song was released – the figure was double that in Liverpool by 1985.

Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: UPHOLD, SAD, APOLOGY
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: BOARD

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Photo credit: illustration from a book somewhere on my bookshelves which has mysteriously disappeared๐Ÿช

Been here?

The image shows a rotary dial pink telephone, and next to it are cards showing the answering machine messages on different cards. โ€œLeave us a messageโ€ , โ€œAfter the toneโ€ and โ€œThank youโ€

Pacing her apartment, she waits for him to call. She stares at the phone, perched innocently on a side table. Wills it to ring. She strides to the window, grips the ledge, her fingers tightening as she views the busy street below. Couples laughing, children running, a solitary man consulting his watch. She turns away. Why doesnโ€™t he phone? Damn him! Puts on her coat, grabs her keys. One last lingering look at the unforgiving phone.

waiting no longer
she slams the door behind her:
the phone starts to ring.

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The image shows a rotary dial pink telephone, and next to it are cards showing the answering machine messages on different cards. โ€œLeave us a messageโ€ , โ€œAfter the toneโ€ and โ€œThank youโ€

Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #129 photo prompt

The Jade Camel #11

Previously

Joey returned the manโ€™s gaze; it wasnโ€™t that he was afraid, but something about the unwavering stare and the uncompromising stance of the cigar-smoking man made him slightly wary, framed as he was by the double-leaf doorway in an otherwise blank-faced building, like the gate-keeper to a secret world.

Glancing back into the alleyway, Joey saw that the five strange little men were now huddled together; although he couldnโ€™t make out what they were muttering, by the way they were wildly gesticulating it was apparent that they were arguing amongst themselves. He wondered if he could somehow slip past them, it was either that or face the strangely intimidating man on the other side of the wall; Joey made his decision and eased himself down into the yard below.

Whilst Joey had been concentrating on his descent, the doors to the blank-faced building had closed; Joey jogged across the empty yard, the only sign that someone had been standing in the doorway was the still-smouldering cigar butt on the ground. Beyond the peeling wood, the strum of a rhythm guitar and the boom of a steady blues beat echoed inside the building.

Drawn to the music, Joey gripped the door-handle.

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Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: TIMID, WARY, AFRAID
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: RHYTHM

More #SixSentenceStories here!

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Photo credit: illustration from a book somewhere on my bookshelves which has mysteriously disappeared๐Ÿช