Showing posts with label Linda Casper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Linda Casper. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 August 2017

Double Act

Linda Casper 

lemon and ginger herbal tea

 
It was another full house.  May noted that the audience was mainly made up of middle aged ladies with eyes firmly fixed on Frankie.  With his youthful figure and his full head of hair, he was quite the silver fox.  May thought back to the time when she was the main attraction of their comedy double act as they toured prestigious venues; the Tower Blackpool, big hotels at Scarborough, the Spa at Bridlington and City Varieties in Leeds.  In those days she would wear slinky, low cut, mini dresses with sparkly high-heeled shoes.  Young men would be waiting for her at the stage door, sometimes with flowers, often with proposals which she never took further.  Frankie would be jealous but May had always been a faithful wife.  

May knew she still looked good on the publicity posters but nothing short of cosmetic surgery could conceal her true age under the spotlights.  This was not an option for her; she had seen too many female performers trying to hold on to their youth but ending up looking more like freaks.

The show was going down well.   The “knock, knock” jokes were always a good icebreaker and the mother-in-law stories always raised a laugh.  The banter continued and the audience was responsive.  After years of working together, Frankie and May’s timing was excellent.

“Who was that lady I saw you with at the bus stop?” May asked.

“That was no lady, that was my wife!” retorted Frankie.

“Who was that lady you were seen with at the Red Lion on Tuesday?” May asked.

The hesitation was apparent and May saw Frankie visibly pale beneath his stage make-up before he collected himself and answered, “that was no lady, that was my wife”.

The audience was puzzled and even more confused when May began to storm off the stage, pausing only to slap her husband across his face on her way out.

You may be wondering if that was the end of the double act.  Not at all, only now it was billed as Frankie and Hayley with the latter getting most of the attention from the audience.  

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Thursday, 19 February 2015

100 Worder New Build


100 Worder

Linda Casper
New Build
Gingerbread Latte

Rather grandly they referred to it as the chalet, although in reality it was no more than a garden shed. It wasn’t the main reason for choosing this particular house, but it was a major contributing factor.
She thought that the chalet would be great for overwintering her plants, her husband wanted to commandeer it for a studio where he could paint, her son thought it would be a great space to practise his drums and her daughter had a Wendy House in mind.
In the event, it became a store for deckchairs, broken vacuum cleaners and suitcases.


About the Author

Linda Casper hails from Yorkshire and, after a long career as a high school teacher; she has recently begun to write and has had many short stories, poems and travel articles published. Linda has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom.

Friday, 3 October 2014

Reunion


Reunion

Linda Casper

A Green Eye: dark-roast coffee with a triple shot of espresso


It could have been the wine but, before I knew it, I had proposed that we should all meet up again in the same place a year from now.
What was I thinking? The pressure I was putting on myself was immense. For a start I would have to maintain my fitness level and body weight, take an exotic holiday which I could discuss with them at length and continue that blatant lie. I felt myself blushing at the mere thought of that lie; claiming the photo I presented as my other half was in fact a picture copied from a Facebook profile of an unsuspecting male.
“What am I saying?” I attempted to make my voice heard over the chorus of agreements. “Actually I will be out of the country next May!” I prayed that my performance came across as genuine.
“We’ll make it June then and why don’t we bring our significant others?” piped up Jenny, who had been the bossiest form prefect ever. Her hair was short and wavy in the same style she wore it twenty-five years ago and her clothes and shoes were what my mother would call smart. Just like then, my former classmates agreed wholeheartedly with her.
Now I really was panicking. I couldn’t produce a significant other, or at least not the one in the photograph I had shown them all on my phone. While feigning interest in the conversation of the friend on my left, my mind was working overtime. I was debating whether I could appear next year with another man with the explanation that my former relationship had finished or maybe stalk the guy whose profile picture I had used from Facebook and throw myself on his mercy. I felt hot and clammy and swiftly drank down the rest of my wine. The alcohol plus the noise of the crowded pub made me feel nauseous. I excused myself and made my way through the bar towards the ladies toilets, my shoes sticking to the patterned carpet. 
As I reapplied my lipstick in the mirror, I reflected that people don’t really change. Jenny expected to be obeyed, Ruth, the ex-games captain was still competitive and here was I hiding away in the toilets. I felt ashamed when I recalled how I used to make up stories all those years ago to impress the others. I hadn’t changed; still wanting to get noticed whichever way I could. These days no-one cares if you were brought up on a council estate or if your father had left home for another woman. I ran a comb through my hair and had to admit I was pleased with what I saw in the mirror. “Come on. You can do it,” I told myself as I strode boldly back to the table.
When I had their attention, I came out with it. “I lied to you all earlier. I’m not in a relationship at the moment. I don’t know why I said it.”
A few made sympathetic noises and others didn’t appear all that surprised by confession. After all, they know me of old. A few told me they were divorced, including Jenny and I couldn’t help thinking my nickname for her “she who must be obeyed” perhaps wasn’t exactly true.



About the Author

Linda Casper hails from Yorkshire and, after a long career as a high school teacher, she has recently begun to write and has had many short stories, poems and travel articles published. Linda has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom.


Monday, 13 January 2014

100 Worder The Meeting



100 Worder

Linda Casper

The Meeting

Babyccino:  frothy milk


I checked my appearance and my watch for the umpteenth time. Still early, I considered buying a gift, but wanted to keep my hands free. I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach by breathing deeply. I had anticipated this moment for months; ever since the trip had been booked. The arrivals board informed me the flight had landed. My eyes were trained on the gate although I knew that baggage collection and passport control had to be undergone. Finally my granddaughter was in my arms.
      “Where’s Granddad?”   
       I barely held back my tears. “He can’t be with us.”


About the Author
Retiring after a long career as a high school teacher, Linda began to write in 2012. She’s had many short stories and travel articles published on line and on local radio. She also has a novel on the go. She wonders if she will still be saying that next year! Her blog is http://thirdageblogger.blogspot.com/. She has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom. 

  

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

The Pole

Linda Casper
The Pole
Miami Vice – mixture of Americano and Cubano coffee

Tara tried unsuccessfully to get some shut eye. Tomorrow would be her big day and she would need all her energy to give a great performance on the pole. But sleep evaded her. 
She’d run through the alphabet for names of vegetables and fruit but she was still wide awake. Naturally, she was anxious about her debut. 
            Her still active mind ran through her routine. Tara knew she was well prepared. She had checked her outfit in the full length mirror and thought she looked the business. She could handle the men; no problem.
            Tara wondered whether her parents had calmed down yet. They were shocked when she told them of her plans. Her sister hadn’t understood why she hadn’t just gone ahead without telling them, but Tara reckoned it was better coming from her than finding out from someone else. 

There was her call; no time to back out now. 
Tara took a deep breath and, trying to ignore the noise around her, grasped the pole with both hands. She was both terrified and excited as she wrapped her legs around it and slid down to the fire engine waiting below.



About the  Author

Linda Casper hails from Yorkshire and, after a long career as a high school teacher, she has recently begun to write and has had many short stories, poems and travel articles published. Linda has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom. Check out her website here: http://thirdageblogger.blogspot.co.uk       

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

The Colleague Who Came To Stay


The Colleague Who Came To Stay
Linda Casper
Caribou Coffee – bittersweet cocoa and cedar finish

It was already the third night and I was at breaking point. She was a colleague rather than a friend whose home was a fair distance from work and prone to flooding. Hearing her complain about that morning’s difficult journey in treacherous conditions, I offered a bed for the night should the weather show no improvement.
      How a bed for the night had become half board, laundry, entertainment and free bar with no check-out date in sight, I wasn’t quite sure.  All I know is that I cooked her food, which could have been tastier with this herb or that spice, I did her laundry, which didn’t look as though an iron had been near it and I cleaned her room but missed a cobweb in the corner.  I even included her in my family and social life only to hear how my best friend looked like mutton dressed as lamb and I how I was treated like a doormat by my family. The cheek of it!
     I was constantly checking the weather forecast, placating my family over her extended use of our one bathroom and assuring my friends that my guest would soon be gone.  I wasn’t looking for gratitude or reimbursement. Many guests have stayed at my home over the years and genuinely seemed to enjoy the experience and none had got on my nerves like this one.  The looks she gave if I forgot a condiment on the dining table or ran out of milk or biscuits.  Every word she uttered was like a knife in my gut; I was exhausted.
      On the fourth morning my husband issued an ultimatum; someone had to go and it had to be today. Summoning up my courage and not used to duplicity but knowing it was the only way to get my life back, I entered her office with the intention of telling her about my mother-in-law’s imminent visit.
‘I was just about to e-mail you,’ she said. ‘I won’t be staying at yours tonight, Alison from Accounts has offered me a room and she has two bathrooms,’ she added smugly.
‘That’s great,’ I replied eagerly and I was just about to add ‘you’re welcome any time’, as you would; but I didn’t.

Author Bio
Linda Casper hails from Yorkshire and, after a long career as a high school teacher, she has recently begun to write and has had many short stories, poems and travel articles published.  Linda has a keen interest in gardening and is a judge for Yorkshire in Bloom.
Check out her website here: http://thirdageblogger.blogspot.co.uk