Monday 28 November 2022

Chimera - Part 1 by Vivien Teasdale

 


Holmes eyed his friend warily.  ‘Very well,’ he said. ‘I will tell you the story. It was told to me by a very close friend, whom I shall call Gideon.’ Holmes leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in thought before he began.

            ‘Gideon had been brought up in Sumatra, where his father was a missionary.  However, the eldest son, Gideon’s brother, David, died of Dengue fever, as later did his mother and a younger sister. Another child died in a fire and eventually the father went mad with grief.  Gideon was the only member of the family left. He returned to England to study medicine in London, which is where I met him. He put his life in Sumatra behind him and, in fact, never mentioned it for many years.’

            ‘But surely he must have talked about his childhood? Or where he grew up?’ Watson asked. ‘Didn’t you ask?’

            ‘My dear Watson, Gideon simply clammed up if anyone asked him. We knew he’d lived abroad, but not exactly where.’ He paused, taking a sip of the fine whisky Watson had provided and savoured the taste, then continued, ‘Gideon had a special interest in tropical diseases, not surprising considering his background. One day he met a scientist, William, for want of a better pseudonym, who had a similar interest. William was a very wealthy man who was determined to find a cure for Dengue fever, he said, and persuaded Gideon to return to the Sumatra with him. There, Gideon found a laboratory equipped with all the latest developments.  He found medical advances you cannot possibly imagine. There was only one problem. The scientist needed secrecy for his work.’

‘I should have thought the Sumatrans would have been grateful for his work?’

‘As we would expect, of course, but William was working with rats and the Sumatrans were superstitious.  To ensure the safety of his work, the laboratory was housed in the hold of a ship, anchored just outside the port of Belawan.’

‘The Matilda Brigg!’

‘Exactly, my dear Watson.  Gideon was always a bit sea sick, but he controlled it and immersed himself in his work.  It appears that Sumatran rats can carry Dengue fever but do not appear to suffer from its effects themselves.  But instead of just looking for a vaccine, William was taking genes from rats and injecting them into chimp embryos in an attempt to breed fever resistant animals.’

‘Holmes, that’s what they call … genetic engineering.’

Holmes paused while he lit his pipe, tamping down the tobacco until he was satisfied, before looking up at his friend. ‘Yes, indeed, Watson, Gideon too was perturbed at first.  But he had an inquiring mind and became fascinated with the possibilities.  Besides, he had an assistant for his work.’

‘Ah, competition from a younger man, eh?’

‘Competition, definitely, but the person in question was William’s daughter.  Alicia, as I shall call her, was a beautiful girl. Dark hair, bright, dark eyes and a daring inquisitiveness that Gideon felt he had to match.  She knew her father’s work well and had often helped with experiments. She seemed to have a particular rapport with the rats.  I should say these were not ordinary rats, but the giant rat of Sumatra which is almost twice as big as our own rat.’

Watson shuddered and Holmes laughed.

‘Yes, most people seem to react that way with rats, though I believe they are very intelligent creatures. Alicia devised mazes, which they learned to negotiate remarkably quickly and passed the knowledge on to their offspring.  One rat, Kim, she called him, seemed especially responsive.  Alicia was very fond of Kim and trained it as you would a puppy. It seemed to guard her, keeping snakes, mice, cats, even dogs at bay.’

‘And it attacked your friend?’

‘Not then.  But he was wary of it.  As was bound to happen, he fell in love with Alicia and, surprisingly, she fell in love with him.’

‘Why surprisingly, Holmes?  There was nothing wrong with him, was there?’

‘Not at all.  He was an admirable man, but he was considerably older than Alicia and he worried that she had seen so little of the world and of other men.  But she insisted she wanted no one else, her father agreed to the match and the pair were married in William’s country house in the hills above Medan. Life was idyllic for Gideon.  He had his work, which, once he had settled his qualms about the ethics of it, he found fascinating.  He had a beautiful wife who was capable of sharing his work in all its aspects.’

‘But what was she like, Holmes?  Did he tell you that?’

‘Oh, yes. I’ve said she was inquisitive. She was into everything. Everything that happened on board the ship, in the laboratory, on the island, she had to know about.  She loved people, loved talking to them, finding out about their lives and seemed to be involved with half the families on the island. Where Gideon’s father, as missionary, had visited families, Alicia had the ability to become part of the family. She had a mischievous sense of humour but everyone loved her.’

‘Hm, and so she found someone else? A younger man?’

‘Not so, Watson.  She and Gideon were very happy together.  Their only sadness was that they seemed unable to have a child.  All Alicia’s gentle love began to be directed to the animals, and Gideon would often catch her cradling the young chimps or even her pet rat, as if it were a baby.  In fact, the girl kept Kim with her so much that Gideon eventually insisted that it had to be shut out of their rooms.  That was the first time they argued.’

‘I think I should have got rid of it much earlier. Not keen on my wife’s cat in the house, let alone upstairs.’

‘Gideon felt the same, but I think it was jealousy rather than hygiene that worried him.  The rat used to sit on Alicia’s lap and glare at Gideon with evil little eyes and bare its teeth at him. Then, so he told me, it would run up Alicia’s arm, sit on her shoulder and snuggle up against her cheek, all the while watching Gideon, as if to say, ‘Look, she loves me more than you.’ No wonder he began to be both angry and afraid. William eventually decided to intervene, insisted that Alicia stay with him at their country house for a rest and banished the rat back to the laboratory, where it continuously flung itself against the bars of its cage in frustration and became more and more vicious, until one day it attacked the young man who was feeding it, snapping off his little finger and inflicting numerous wounds along his arms and face. The rat escaped, leapt over the side of the ship and disappeared. Everyone assumed it had died.


Part 2 coming Monday 5th December

Monday 21 November 2022

Smokeless Coal & Dry Kiln Logs by Owen Townend

 


She was cold. I knew a lodge

full of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Through blinding snow, we ran on

towards

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Wrapped in folds, we came upon

scents of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Through the door and past hall clocks

to the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Brass hearth glowing halo hot

with the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

She dropped her stole and I coughed

full of

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

We both bowed at this phoenix cot

praising

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

 

Embracing gold and taking stock

of the

smokeless coal and dry kiln logs.

Monday 14 November 2022

Virtually Me by Chris Lloyd

 

I have become an app. app-arently.
Presumably because I popped my clogs;
no other reason makes any sense.
I think I’m alive, virtually at least,
somewhere in the “ether” I’m told.
Not quite grasped that bit yet.
Other than that it’s sort of a different normal
once people get used to it.
I have to be downloaded in order for people
to interact with me; connect with me as it were.
Unlike most apps it’s free plus no ads – cool eh?

Sue! so you downloaded me…..How you doing?
Did you go on the holiday without me?
Yes, I did actually, a good time – Gerald went too
What? Gerald oh my g …
Well you weren’t here – it was platonic
But you went anyway? Before or after I …. you know my funeral
Why do you want to know that
Right so before then; thanks a lot, wife.
I had to or lose the money.
What? We were insured.
I thought so too but apparently you didn’t pay it…..
Yes I did, on my card… oh damn I remember….
I was out of credit.
Good job you had death insurance then, one thing
you got right. By the way, your car is a total write off.
Screw the car, what about Gerry boy, are you sha….
How childish, as usual, but since you ask….
You’ve always fancied him – what’s he got that I hadn’t?
Be careful what you say.
Well for one thing not an obsession for driving at ridiculous speeds
in ridiculous cars and for another, I’ll let you imagine!
Well his wife’s here too and we’re an item. How does that grab you?
Plus, you already know what she’s got that you haven’t, very nice they are too.
How can you be “an item” if you’re an app, it’s stupid. Is she an app too?
Yes, she is. Wait I’ll get her. Jenny, Sue has shacked up with Gerry, did you know?
No I didn’t but no problem for me.
Hello Sue. Hope you and Gerry are ok, which house are you in?
We’re selling each one and going to live in Spain.
Sunny retirement here we come! I bet you wish you hadn’t got in
his car, Jenny. Wait, wait this app chat is too weird, I’m deleting you both now – bye.
Oh well that’s that then – I think I’ll go and get the upgrade to the latest
version – it can’t be deleted, coming?
No I’m going to wait until the bugs have been fixed. I think
you should too, don’t forget what happened last time.
Yeah, as always, I wanted the latest and fastest available, look how that turned out.
Erm can I come to yours, I’m feeling virtually very sexy!
Mmmm me too, see you in a … wow that was fast!
Nice algorithms!

©Christopher Lloyd

Monday 7 November 2022

You Are Still On the Fastest Route by Chris Dance

 


J22

Stiff scrubby stubble erupts

Bristling below cornflower skies

And piercing crumpled honey-dew blankets

Which fall, billow and rise.

 

J23

Sludgy muddy Roman squalls

Whip up waves which spit and lap.

Western winds assail walls

While crumbling concrete spans the gap.

 

J24

But my home is Victorian:

Soot-settled, smooth and warm

Black velvet, solid stone

Soft to touch, seen-it-all.

 

J25

Soggy-sewage-winter leaves

Cake crumpled steel skeletons

And summer trout in Lincoln Green

Brave the roaring river’s decibels.

 

J26

Shoppers and commuters congregate

In this tight commuter belt.

Commercial traffic coagulates

In arteries caked in salt.