…I’m wearing a huge smile this week after receiving the contents of the marvellous Guest Blog post below… my web pal, the redoubtable m’Lady, Joy Lennick, and her partner in literary confluence, the equally formidable, m’Lady, Jean Wilson, have concocted a terrific anthology of short stories, more than well worth the read… here’s what arrived – it needs no editing by me… enjoy…
WHERE ANGELS AND DEVILS TREAD
The joint ages of friends Jean Wilson and Joy Lennick may add up to one hundred and seventy one years, but there’s nothing “old lace” about these two women writers; while the “arsenic” connection is questionable…
Both adept at delving into the messy, murky world of murder, it is enlightening, and sometimes, a relief… to discover their added light, humorous touch. This makes for a diverse selection of highly entertaining short stories to tickle the fancy of readers of a variety of genres.
Jean Wilson (pictured her on the left) worked as a Queen’s Nurse in the 1950s, and soon earned the affectionate nickname ‘The Angel of Aldgate’ for her cheerful, hard work among the sick of the East End of London, and later became a Psychologist, working with handicapped children.
Joy Lennick (on the right, in sunny Spain) wore a few hats: secretarial, shopkeeper and hotelier before working with children, coaching their reading fluency and poetry. She became an author in 1984; adding many writing projects to her long list, including five books.
I’m delighted that these two, able ladies have collaborated and look forward to reading their joint venture. Here are a few, brief excerpts from some of their true (one!) and imaginative tales.
(From ‘HAROLD THE NOT SO GREAT’)
“Harold was a person one endeavoured to avoid if at all possible. He was an intense, blustery man of somewhat large stature, which of itself failed to hide his poorly controlled thinking ability; rather like a failed computer made in a third world country, which hadn’t yet got its act together. He was certainly low in gigabytes and wanting in RAM. One couldn’t be certain that the keys struck would register as expected and a whole load of input seemed to have no relation to its later output. Harold’s idea of taking a short-cut was to fall down the stairs; and his confidence in himself took no account of the extent of his limitations. Any unfortunate encounter with him left many people feeling immense hopelessness in the integrity of the workings of Nature. Here was a man who told everyone he was a born-again Xtian. It didn’t occur to him that he hadn’t been one in the first place…..” etc.,
(From “THE ANGEL OF ALDGATE”)
“It was 1952/3 when our last, very bad smog descended on London. It was fog, it was sulphurous, it was lethal! Many people died that year (several thousand), and it brought home to the Government the problems associated with burning coal and open fires and the choking smoke from the factories. There were no buses and trains, and our world came to a halt. There were no people about except a stupid Queen’s nurse on a bicycle, trying to get oxygen to the asthmatics. I didn’t realize I had been given the nickname until an urgent message was placed on the radio station for the Queen’s nurse called ‘The Angel of Aldgate.“
(From “DONKI OTI 1”)
“And so, for a few weeks at least, the inhabitants and visitors of Donki Oti 1 woke up most mornings after a reasonable night’s sleep, until, that is, an eccentric Dutch couple moved into number 14. Rumour had it that an odd aroma was detected drifting from the open window of their villa, and when Muriel stopped to chat too long to a neighbour outside their gate, she returned home giggling, with a silly smile on her face. But that’s another story…”
(From “THE O’REILLY CASE”)
“ Before the guy was zipped into the body bag, Maurice took another look at his face, noticing his mouth was slightly lopsided. Spotting the rope in the clue bag which was used to hang the victim – curled up like a dead, evil snake which had done its worst – he unconsciously touched his own throat and rubbed his nose.
‘Surely, he was what Dickens called ‘part of the dispossessed, eh Chuck?’ he said with a shake of his head.
‘Whatever you say, M.’
Maurice silently wondered what kind of life the unfortunate guy had had before becoming a vagrant…After all, he thought, none of us are born vagrants.
‘A dime for them, boss?’
‘Just wondering about the poor devil, Chuck.’
‘Oh, come on, he’s just another weak bum who fell by the wayside! The world’s full of ‘em.’
‘You don’t spend much time wondering about human nature, do you, Chuck?’
‘Don’t you go all religious and preachy on me, M…’
‘You know very well I’m an atheist, but I do care about humanity!’
‘Yeah, well…’ For once, Chuck was lost for words, and looked – to his credit – embarrassed.”
If your curiosity is titillated, “Where Angels and Devils Tread” is available from CreateSpace/ Amazon and Kindle. (Contains sixteen short varied stories covering romance, love, life and murder most foul from the vivid imaginations of writers Jean Wilson and Joy Lennick.) Published by Janette Davies of QGS Publishing.
“Donki Oti 1” was first published in Writers’ Ink anthology “Des Res” published by QGS Publishing and “The O’Reilly Case” was first published in “Precinct Murder” by WordPlay Publishing.
Book cover by Jason Lennick.
…thanks very much, m’Ladies… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
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