The Waiting Room

Maria Orlova

Burt Jarvis pushed open the door to the waiting room and took a seat. It was like any other waiting room in the average dentist or in some such waiting area. There was one man in there before him. Burt gave the man a cursory glance, took a look around and then fixed his gaze on nothing in particular.

‘Who are you waiting for?’ the man enquired.

‘I don’t know, I was just told to come here. I got a letter but it didn’t say who it was from,’ Burt replied.

‘That’s funny, I was told the same thing,’ the older man said.

‘So, what do you do?’ Burt asked for no reason in particular.

‘Well, that depends…’

Burt thought for a moment, then he said, ‘depends on what?’

‘Well,’ his voice had an echo about it, ‘that depends on you Burt.’

Burt felt a finger of fear run down his podgy spine, how the heck did the guy know his name. He sure as hell knew he wasn’t wearing a “My Name is Burt” T- shirt printed on the front. He sat back in the plastic chair puzzled. Maybe he remembered him from school, then the ages didn’t seem right.

Burt glanced at the other man more closely noticing his long black coat, black trousers and well-worn looking black shoes. It did occur to Burt then that a long black coat in the middle of summer was strange, but kept that to himself.

Aside from his clothes, Burt noticed his black hair had streaks of grey. All in all, a fairly well-kept guy.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he pondered, scratching his chin.

‘So,’ the man’s voice broke into Burt’s thoughts.

‘Have you given it any more thought?’ the man asked in a voice that at first seemed croaky but then appeared to get louder.

Burt swallowed before speaking, all of a sudden his throat was dry, his lips even drier. His mouth opened and then shut, but nothing came out. He looked around the room as if that would contain the answers to questions that died a death in his belly region.

An ordinary room, low level square tables, tatty looking magazines, a few small windows that were surprisingly closed on such a warm day. Probably explained why Burt could feel damp patches forming under his armpits. His trousers felt tight and uncomfortable.

‘When was the last time you saw your kids?’ the man asked pointedly.

‘How, how…’ Burt squealed.

‘That’s not important Burt, ‘what’s important is that you see them. I mean, how long has it been?’

‘About twelve years,’ Burt replied obediently.

‘That’s a long time.’

Burt thought for a while as beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his forehead. Who was this guy? How could he know so much? Telling him, Burt Jarvis what he thought was good for him. It didn’t make any sense to Burt, maybe he was caught up in some sort of TV programme where they revealed your secrets and habits, and before long there would be cameras and lights flashing in his face. Burt looked around again nervously, but saw nothing in the room that would lead to that. Strange.

The man’s voice boomed when he continued, ‘what about those times you cheated on your wife?’

‘That was just the once,’ Burt lied.

The man arched a greying eyebrow. ‘What about all that money you have been stealing from your firm?’

Before Burt could think he blurted out, ‘do you know how much it costs to keep your mother in a nursing home? It’s bloody expensive. What he didn’t add was he would be happy when she dropped down dead.

‘I could go on Burt, but you know the wrongs you have done over the years, so I say this. Do you repent?’ he shouted.

‘What!’ Burt screamed. ‘Are you some sort of Jesus freak?’

The man pointed a slender finger at Burt. He chanted repeatedly ‘are you sorry?’ His eyes rolled upwards and Burt could see a spray of spit coming from his mouth.

Burt made to get up but his legs wouldn’t do his bidding. The room began to spin around as if it wanted to consume him. The magazines on the table began to flap open and close. Burt fell to his knees and clasped his hands in the prayer position.

‘Let me out of here!’ Burt sobbed.

He then had a clear vision of who he was. A dishonest accountant. A paunchy man with a bad comb-over who had no principles. He hadn’t given his behaviour a moment’s thought. Until now. Then he saw himself sick, alone and in agony as he died in screaming pain from some unknown illness.

By now Burt’s chubby body was trembling with fright. He managed to get himself back to his feet and wobbled to the door. He gripped the handle, but it wouldn’t open. He began thumping it and twisting the handle.

‘Please, please,’ he pleaded, ‘I don’t know who you are but ‘I’ll do anything you ask. Let me go and I promise to do the right thing from here on in! I swear!’

‘Good,’ said the man, in a voice that was now almost a whisper. ‘You see Burt, I didn’t listen and I have been in torment ever since. ‘My work is finished here,’ he then added.

A confused look swept across Burt’s sweaty face, and in that moment the door opened and the room settled back to what it was before, an ordinary looking waiting room. Burt chanced a look backwards, but to his surprise the man was gone.

Burt hurried from the room as fast as he could into the bright sunshine.


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The Ageless Heart

Zach Jarosz – Pexels

Worlds may collaspe

oceans ripple and journey through the earth.

Time passes slowly,

ebbing away the stuff of mere mortals,

seasons come and seasons go,

until two worlds collide.

From there. Somewhere. Undefined.

From the depth of existence,

something ancient yet modern bubbles to the surface…

Hark! A heart no less.

It knows nothing yet remembers a distant echo

remembers waiting for that moment…

Quell this longing, soothe this ache, silence those whispers,

renew me with your vigour

sweep away the solitude

for my ageless heart recalls that glow, that honour.

Whilst everything around me turns ashen and withered,

my heart awaits and knows no boundaries.

It quivers in anticipation

counting down those moments

when by force of nature,

a whirwind approaches .

And we unite…


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Betrayal – Martina Cole Book Review

Martina Cole – Betrayal

Those of you who have been following my blog for some time know that I am a huge fan of this British crime author. Many of her novels have been bestsellers including the Sunday Times Bestsellers list (not too shabby)! And for good reason. Martina Cole has carved out a niche for herself as not your typical crime writer. Her books tend to be about women in the crime underworld who are battling to survive against the odds, in what is predominantly a male world. Her main characters tend to be women who are willing to do anything to survive, even if it leads to murder, vice or violence. Her books are gritty and hard-hitting. But don’t be put off too much if you are not into crime novels as Martina Cole’s novels tend to have family at the centre of every plot.

Betrayal is Martina Cole’s twenty-third bestselling novel and was first published in 2016. Aside from the usual skulduggery of underworld and crime, Betrayal is unusual in that betrayal is a running theme throughout the book as opposed to be it being plot-driven.

Summary and Review

Aiden O’Hara is the head of the O’Hara family and has held that position since he was a child. His priority is to provide for his family and protect them and this he does admiringly even if it leads to a life of crime. However, what he expects for shouldering such responsibility from such a young age is a cast-iron loyalty, support and reverence. And those who do not abide by this and betray him, have hell to pay…

Betrayal is a unique book for Martina Cole because the main protagonist is male, although he is supported by two strong women, his mother Reeva and his long-term partner Jade Dixon.

As Aiden O’Hara’s notoriety grows so does his insistence on loyalty from his family. However, this very trait leads to a sad twist…

I felt Betrayal was not Martina Cole’s best work, but certainly worth a read especially if you are a fan!

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In case you missed my previous post on Martina Cole

Virgo Writers! You’re In Good Company!

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So, fellow Virgos how are things shaping up? I know we are living in difficult times and being such sensitive souls it is likely that we are feelings things even more than everyone else! That’s just the thing, us Virgos are renowned for being, super critical, perfectionists, pedantic and fussy, to name but a few aspects of this earth sign. However, there is another side to being a Virgo. We are often found to be caring, sensuous, industrious, devoted to our loved ones, funny and let’s not forget, creative. And it is during difficult times that it’s even more important to turn to the arts, not only when looking for meaning in life, possible answers to questions but also to put a positive spin on our very existence, culture and civilization.

How many times have you listened to a piece of music, read a poem or book or watched a movie and felt moved in some way? Well, that’s what I am talking about; the very power of the arts and its ability to transform and illuminate in ways that in my view, can only be uplifting and positive. And if nothing else, the arts and creativity can offer a few hours of escapism from your daily routine.

Here in no particular order are a few actors and performers whose work I have admired over the years. All Virgos of course:

Michael Jackson

Idris Elba, actor

Richard Gere, actor

Beyonce Knowles, actor, performer, singer

Jennifer Hudson, performer, singer, actor, TV personality

Keanu Reeves, actor

Cameron Diaz, actor

Joe Pantoliano, actor

Sophia Loren, veteran actor

Jack Black, actor, performer, singer

Sean Connery, veteran late actor

Freddie Mercury, late performer

So you have it. I’m sure there are more although these are Virgos whose work I am very familiar with. Some are household names like Michael Jackson, and others like the actor Jack Black may be lesser known, but no less talented!

So the next time you want a few moments of escapism or relaxation and you listen to some music or watch a movie with any of the listed Virgos above, you are in good hands!


Happy creativity and Peace to you all, whatever your star sign!

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A Soul’s Cry


I sink myself into my own femininity

I give of myself, until I am no more –

a shadow to some, maybe

a rock to others, I hope.

I bare my soul, for all to see

joyful and in another moment, tearful.

I give in like melting snow –

I stand my ground like the oldest tree

I toil and toil until everything is wrung out of me –

and yet I hold out my arms – still

to encircle you with my power and protection

asking for nothing in return,

for this is me, the other half of you,

the other half of the everything.

And it is from me that the everything can spring forth!


Women of the world, I salute you!

Happy International Women’s Day!

8 March, 2022

Tell No One – Harlan Coben Book Review

On their anniversary childhood sweethearts David and Elizabeth Beck drive to a secluded spot, to a lake that means a lot to them.

There, they reminisce about their lives, clearly in love and clearly with a bright future ahead of them. However, without spoiling the plot too much, this bright future doesn’t quite go as they planned and something happened at that lake that would change both their lives forever, leaving David Beck a widower…

Tell No One by American author, Harlan Coben is like a roller coaster ride. You have to hold on tight and if you have a crash helmet, go put it on!!!

Again, I don’t want go give away too much of the plot. David Beck goes on to become a respected pediatrician, but is clearly still traumatised and haunted by the events of that day at the lake now eight years ago when his wife disappeared, later found dead.

However, an email from an unknown account lands into David Beck’s inbox turning his whole fragmented world around again. The email hinted that his wife might actually still be alive!

In Tell No One, David Beck becomes a hunted man and also makes the aquaintence of a known drug dealer of all people!

If you like complicated plot twists, mysteries, intrigue and action, then this is the book for you. However, at its heart is an enduring love story which is touching without being corny or predictable.

Harlan Coben has been writing for twenty-eight years with a few bestsellers along the way. So, rest assured you have many more titles to pick from!

You can catch adaptations of his books on Netflix. I can recommend: Stay Close, The Stranger and Safe. Really exciting viewing!


Until next time, Sharon.

The Kiss

Jr Korpa

First there is a kiss –

a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep

a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty

and eternal scent.

The air stirs and whirls around the earth

a heart opens

joy springs forth

eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear

and beholds a new dawn.

A spirit is set free –

a bird flaps its wings, leaves rustle in the breeze

Then, sunset creeps up and looms golden, red, orange

and bathes the earth with a warm glow.

The spirit continues to wander through time in search of that kiss

in search of that soul,

of that destiny, even if it takes an eternity!


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Hello, Old Friend

Rene Muller

I’ve dreamed of you high up there in the blue sky

illuminating, warming, cheering.

Souls awaken at your presence; the earth gives a salute,

flowers bloom; pink, red, white, a kaleidoscope of colours,

smiles widen.

I can feel you on my forearms, my blood cheers as it moves around my body

renewed, rejuventated, intoxicated!

Snow melted, forgotten about for another year –

oh, the magic you weave as you brighten dark corners

and as you beam through the window pane.

Your light scintillates across the seas, sparks glisten and gleam like stars.

Your brightness and lightness are something to behold,

and soul is eager and longs for your return, old friend.


Inspired by the fact we are in the middle of a British winter! Looking forward to summer!

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Rocking Chair


Here so soon.

Years gone to who knows where…

Once I was there, fresh, new, hopeful,

today I am here, faded, expired with only the echo of a life once lived

for company.

Children grown, and long gone,

husband already on that journey.

My rocking chair creaks gently, piecing the silence.

Hands puffed, and wrinkled,

grey hair replaces black.

A million thoughts go through my head

Am I afraid…?

Is it a journey I will like…?

I know I can’t come back once I’m there.

Maybe I’ll see old friends – who knows!

Am I really that old?

My rocking chair whispers the worst

Am I ready…?

I calm my thoughts, close my eyes and wait for an answer…


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See You In My Dreams

Oh the want of you

the passion, the desire, the yearning

to see your face.

I sizzle, I swoon

my love, my love!

I long to hear the timbre of your voice, deep as an ocean,

laugh with you, be with you.

How time would stand still.

I can feel myself come alive under your gaze,

at your touch, kisses as tender as summer rain.

Can you feel my tremor?

I can feel yours, and your thunder…

Oh, this love affair will never end,

the memories will never fade.

See you in my dreams…


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