Hi everyone, hope you are all well and coping with what seems like an extended summer, well, here in Cyprus anyway. At the time of writing this, the end of September, we are still having temperatures of 30/35 degrees!
 
For those of you who actually read my blog, you may remember a feature I wrote, about a year ago, on my friend and local artist Theo Michael. I don’t mind saying that I am still totally in awe of his talents. A visit to my home, (and you would be welcome), you will see that there is not a wall that is not displaying Theo’s work. In fact, it looks like “Theo Michael Art Gallery 2”. J
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My latest acquisition from Theo:

This photo does not do it justice therefore I urge you if you are in Larnaca you should pay him a visit. Anja, Theo’s wife, will greet you with a smile, and you will be offered a drink which you can enjoy whilst seated on one of their comfortable sofas or as you browse the walls at the amazing art work. You will also meet Theo himself busy at his work station and his latest masterpiece. Give him five minutes and he may even pull out a deck of cards from his back pocket, and show you one of his amazing magic tricks! It truly is a magical place. From the second you cross the threshold it feels like you are being transported to a bygone era, as your eyes fall upon paintings inspired by the “Film Noire” genre.

*WARNING REALITY ALERT*

Depending how you feel about it depends if you think this is good news or not. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, there is less than 12 weeks to Christmas!! How about these items as potential gifts for friends and family?

​These are just some of the items that are available at the gallery, or online. Top quality items all with Theo’s work professionally reproduced onto them. And how about cushions, scarves, postcards, calendars and so much more, too much to show you here. So visit the gallery, if you are not able, visit Theo’s great website.

www.artbytheomichael.com

Gallery address:
5 Agias Elenis
Larnaca 6021
Cyprus

Telephone:
(00357) 24648813

​I should also add that ALL items, including large canvases, can be shipped once securely packaged, to anywhere in the World absolutely FREE!!
 
Well that’s it for this month. Stay well and stay happy. xx

  

​Hi all. Hope you have all been well. I'm shattered and fed up with washing, ironing and changing sheets, but someone has to do it :) I have Airbnb to thank for that, but without them and the income, I couldn't  'upgrade' my flat as I want. So thanks Airbnb.

This month's offering is another great piece of art by Theo Michaels and of course MY interpretation of it.....in verse. If you like the art, go to Theo's website here: 

​ www.artbytheomichael.com

​If you like MY verse, please tell me so. :) 

Lady of the Lake
 
The air and Lake were calm and still
All you could hear was the birds high shrill
The Flamingos’ stood on their matchstick legs
They were feeding on Shrimps within the Lakes dregs.
 
Sit on the bank of the silvery lake
The beauty is there for your eyes to take
An excellent way for your time to employ
It’s a beautiful place for all to enjoy.
 
I lay on my back and look up at the sky
Black headed seagulls flying on high
The Pink Flamingo’s were down below
They were striking a pose, putting on a show.
 
I have set the scene for my story to tell
It was an amazing event that I befell.
So incredible you will think I dream
Once I tell you so it will seem.
 
The Sun was warm upon my face
As I rested my mind in another place
Then a vision I did see
A beautiful woman appeared to me.
 
She was tall and slim and scantily clad
My heart beat faster than it ever had
Her skin looked smooth and very fair
I tried my best not to stare.
 
She slowly moved toward the lake
I had to check if I was awake
She wasn’t walking as one would
She was floating...yes she could!
 
She stopped at the edge and just stared
Dropping her shawl so her shoulders were bared
She walked right in and with the Flamingos’ she stood
She was standing amongst them, she looked so good.
 
The Flamingos’ seemed to have no fear
They encircled her front and rear
With their long necks they nuzzled her arms
They appreciated her womanly charms.
 
Bending and swaying to her gentle touch
They obviously loved her very much
She stroked and she hugged as they stood still
As if hypnotised they did her will.
 
 
 
I was aghast at what I could see
They wouldn’t do that if it was me
Looking at me would have given them a fright
They most certainly would have taken flight.
 
But that’s not where my story ends
There is more to tell my reader friends
Where 3 Flamingos’ had once been
Now there were 4 that could be seen!!
 
No sign of the ‘Lady of the Lake’
Had it all been one big fake?
I stood and turned to walk away
That’s when I heard a Flamingo say....
 
I AM the Lady of the Lake
My Flamingos’ I will not forsake
I turned back and looked to see
Who it was that had spoken to me.
 
A Flamingo stood tall and proud
It lifted its wings without a sound
“I’m the Lady of the Lake” it said once more
And into the sky it did soar...

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END
Chris Christodoulou
5/2/2018
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Well there you have it. Hope you liked it and see you next month for more. Keep happy and healthy. xx

Hi all, sorry I'm later than usual but am really busy with my Airbnb bookings, which is great news, but also doesn't leave much time for anything else, but mustn't grumble. :) 

Continuing  with the art by Theo Michael and words by Chris Christodoulou theme, here is this months offering. If you like the art work or want to see more, go to Theos website here:

www.artbytheomichael.com

Making Music
 
The air was calm and the water still
As I walked the beach for time to kill
I lay down my blanket and I took a seat
I looked past the rocks Oh what a treat.
 
I breathed in deep the fresh clean air
Looked up at the sky, didn’t have a care.
I sat on a rock and dangled my feet
In the cool water to ease the heat.
 
I sat until my head was clear
When suddenly, music I could hear
I looked around me for to see
But nothing was there, where could it be?
 
I listened harder feeling confused
Am I going mad? To myself I mused.
No, it’s definitely music I can hear
And I think it’s coming from over there.
 
I looked over the rocks and down at the sea
And what a sight confronted me
I was taken aback at what I saw
Such a sight I’ve never seen before.
 
Three ladies on the rocks below
With their instruments the music did flow
There were two violins and a cello
And the haunting music my mind did mellow.
 
I stared in awe at the scene before me
My eyes not believing what they could see
I sat in silence and took it all in
My heart they had managed to win.
 
One looked up, then the other two
They had seen me this I knew
I did not try to avert my gaze
But what followed is all a haze!
 
I shouted down, “What are you doing?
Apart from giving me a viewing”
“We are ‘Making Music’” they replied
This they surely couldn’t hide.
 
Then the most extraordinary thing
My heart to my mouth it did bring
The ladies they did turn around
And jumped into the sea as the waves did pound.
 
I watched as they swam away
Would I see them another day?
As I wondered, that’s when it occurred
I thought my mind had become blurred.
 
Do you believe in Mermaids?
No, neither did I
Until I saw their fishes tails
Pointing up to the sky!
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
9/12/2017
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Thanks for reading and see you next month. 
​Keep healthy. xx

Hi everyone. Hope you are coping with the heat. I hear it is as hot in the UK as it is here in Cyprus.

This month, another great painting by Theo Michael called "At the Station". If you like the painting, or want to see more of his amazing work go to his website here:

​www.artbytheomichael.com

The story that goes with it, is my interpretation of what it says to me. I hope you enjoy it.

‘At the Station’
 
Patsy and Beth walked briskly away from the Police Station entrance. There was a light wind in the air, but not enough to play havoc with their eccentric taste in hats.
“Do you think they believed us Sis?” asked Patsy.
“Hard to tell Patsy, they weren’t giving anything away” answered Beth.
“Well they did, they gave us these cigarettes,” laughed Patsy.
“Is that my top you’re wearing?” asked Beth irritated that her sister had borrowed her clothes again.
“So! You borrowed my belt,” said Patsy also irritated.
Patsy and Beth were typical sisters, with typical sister arguments, but they loved each other...like sisters.
“So what do think Beth, were they taken in by our story?” asked Patsy again.
“What’s not to believe? Everything we told them was perfectly feasible,” insisted Beth.
“Well I think they had a bloody nerve questioning us like that,” said Patsy feeling quite angry.
“Is that my scarf you are wearing?” asked Beth only just noticing it around her sisters neck.
“Oh shut up! What does it matter? Anyway God help us if they find out we are lying,” continued Patsy.
“Course they’ll find out, it’s what they do,” said Beth.
“Well if they do, it will be your fault! I mean, fancy telling them we were going to a cookery class! Who goes to a cookery class dressed like us?” asked Patsy as she looked down at her knee length boots and her small crop top.
“You’re such a know all,” said Beth mockingly.
“Why couldn’t we have just told them the truth?” asked Patsy.
“Because they can’t handle the truth!” said Beth mimicking Jack Nicholson in the movie ‘A Few Good Men’ and laughing loudly.
Patsy and Beth had crossed the road and were headed for the car park, when suddenly they heard a loud voice:
“Hey! You two, come back here,” ordered the Sergeant as he stood at the Police Station entrance.
 
Patsy and Beth turned to look at each other both wide eyed and mouths open.
 
“Shit! They have worked it out” said Patsy with a croak in her voice.
They slowly turned around and walked back towards the Station. The Sergeant stood at the entrance with his hands behind his back rocking to and fro. Then he spoke:
“In your rush to get to your cookery class, you left these behind,” said the Sergeant sarcastically and with a big grin on his face. He brought his hands forward and in each hand he held a handbag.
“Er, er, thanks!” said Beth snatching her bag from his hand.
“Yeah, thanks,” said Patsy taking the other.
They both turned in unison and slowly walked away.
“Enjoy your class!” shouted the Sergeant.
The girls lifted their hands in acknowledgement and walked quickly on.
“Blimey, that was close!” said Beth catching her breath.
 They walked in silence for a few yards then Patsy spoke.
“Just realised how smart and important your Paul looks in his uniform and all them stripes,” said Patsy.
“Yeah, he is handsome, and your Adam doesn’t look bad either,” said Beth giggling.
“Yeah we are lucky to have them. Come on or we’ll be late for the party!” said Patsy laughing loudly.
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
13/9/2017
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There you have it. Stay tuned for next months offering. Until then stay well and safe. xx

Hi all. Summer has arrived here in Cyprus, so suddenly everyone becomes very busy, but not to busy to post this months blog entry. It is another superb painting by Theo Michael, with my written interpretation of it …..in verse! If you love this painting, go to Theo's website where you will find it plus many other equally stunning paintings. Theo ships all over the World......FREE!! Theo's website: www.artbytheomichael.com

The Last Dance
The Sun was beating down
On my neck and on my arms
He stood there watching eagerly
at my feet and feminine charms.
 
I was having my weekly lesson
As always on the beach
He said it was quiet here
making it easier to teach.
 
He watched as I danced
Whilst telling me what to do
“Lift your arms up higher” he said
“Don’t forget to follow through”
 
I danced to the front of him
And I danced to his side
His hands were behind his back
Did he have something to hide?
 
“No, no, no,” he shouted
“You are doing it all wrong,
Point your toe further forward
Try to make your leg look long”.
 
I did as he asked of me
I stretched and pointed away
But still I kept on stumbling
This was not my day!
He looked at me angrily
His forehead in a frown
“Do you WANT this to be your ‘last dance’
You are dancing like a clown!”
 
I knew he was right
I wasn’t doing well
At one point as I danced
I very nearly fell.
 
Then suddenly I saw it
He was holding a knife!
WAS this to be my ‘last dance’
Was he going to take my life?
 
He stepped closer to me
He told me to keep still
I froze on the spot
And gave in to his will.
 
He came even closer
We stood face to face
Then he knelt down at my feet
And with his hand my leg he traced.
 
Slowly he ran his hand up my leg
Until it was up quite high
Then with his knife my dress he slit
All the way to my thigh.
 
“There, that’ll do it!”
He exclaimed as he took a step back
“Try it now from the top” he said
Giving his side whack.
 
I started to dance once again
I began to do my moves
Now my legs moved freely
Not like my feet were hooves!
 
So, there you have it friends
Around and round him I did prance
He was smiling broadly
It wasn’t to be my ‘last dance’.
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
18/11/2017
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Hope you enjoyed that, and until next month, stay well. xx

Hi all. Continuing my 'Art plus story theme' This month we have yet another superb painting by the artist Theo Michael called 'The Sure Bet'. Along with it is my short story, my interpretation, my inspiration as I look at the painting. If you like this painting, go to Theo's website: www.artbytheomichael.com where you will find it plus many other master pieces. I hope you enjoy.

The Sure Bet
Mark Stanton is one of societies unfortunates. His disabilities, i.e. Heart disease and Lung disease from many years of smoking, has left him incapable of working for a living. He can’t do any physical work and academically he was stunted. And although he collected a small allowance from the state, it was never enough to give him the freedom he so desired.
Mark sat at his kitchen table with his cup of coffee and flicked through his newspaper. He eventually came to the sports pages and the horse racing section. A large headline caught his eye: ‘THE SURE BET’. It was a column written by a Donald Bevan and it was simply his pick of the day that in his opinion was a sure bet. Today’s horse was “RADISH” in the 2.30 at Gloucester. The odds were 2 to 1 in your favour. As far as Donald was concerned, you could do a lot worse than have a flutter on this horse.
Mark wasn’t a gambling man particularly, but this had caught his interest. “Hmm, could be a way to supplement my income”, he thought to himself. This is how gamblers are born! Mark dug deep into his pockets and fished out the princely sum of 9.25 Euros. This is all he had until his benefit arrived tomorrow. He finished his coffee and set off to his local betting shop with paper in hand. On arrival, the man at the counter helped him fill out a betting slip.
“So you want 4 Euros on RADISH to win?” he confirmed.
“Yes please,” answered Mark.
RADISH flew home giving Mark a profit of 8 Euros. He was elated!
Mark put all his trust in Donald Bevan’s ‘Sure Bets’ for a further four days and before he knew it he was 130 Euros ahead. On the fifth day Mark had decided that the whole lot was going on today’s ‘Sure Bet’  ‘HOLY SMOKE’. He had convinced himself that he would win. “After all I had nothing in the first place” he had thought. HOLY SMOKE romped home! Mark was now 500 Euros richer. That was it, a gambler was born!
Today Mark was going to Newmarket race course and he was taking his 500 Euros with him. He had never been to a race course before. He felt the atmosphere, the smells and the bustling of excited people. He stood and watched a couple of races with interest and was in awe of all around him. He got chatting to a young man that was standing by the side of him. He told him that it was his first time and that he didn’t know where to place a bet. The young man explained that he could go into the course building and bet at the counter or place a bet with one of the independent bookies around the track. Mark had come to specifically bet on Donald Bevan’s ‘Sure Bet’, the horse was called FEDORA, but he wasn’t running just yet. Mark was getting very excited at placing a bet so he asked the young man what he was betting on in this next race.
“BLUE PEARL” he answered positively. “Can’t lose!” he added.
So Mark put 250 Euros on BLUE PEARL.....it won!! Mark was now holding nearly a 1000 Euros and it was all going on FEDORA.
The young man asked Mark what he fancied in this next race, the one FEDORA was running in.
“FEDORA! It’s a sure bet” said Mark smiling.
“Yes I fancy that one too, but I’m going inside to place my bet they seem to be offering better odds” said the young man. “Want me to put yours on?” he asked Mark.
“Yeah sure, here all of it on the nose FEDORA to win” said Mark as he handed over the money.
The man disappeared into the crowd and into the building. Meanwhile the race had started and Mark watched with great anticipation and enthusiasm as FEDORA ran a full two lengths in front. The horses were approaching the finish line and as they did, a horse called DIAMOND GEEZER passed FEDORA and won by a head!
Mark was devastated! He propped himself up by leaning on the fence and held his head with both hands. He was experiencing for the first time what it felt like to lose. Suddenly he realised that the young man had not returned! “He has run off with my money”, thought Mark. A double dose of disappointment, he had lost either way. Mark slowly walked away from the track and into the crowd heading for the exit. He walked straight into the young man who was running towards him. Out of breath he stopped in front of Mark.
“Sorry mate, I couldn’t place our bets on time, too many people. Did he win, did he win?” asked the young man.
Mark grinned from ear to ear and sighed with relief.
 “No he didn’t!”
“So much for your ‘sure bet’ then, said the young man almost mocking him.
“Looks like the only sure bet is that eventually you are certain to lose!”
Mark retrieved his money from the young man and went home cured!!
 
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
27/9/2017
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Until next month, stay well and be happy. xxx

Another great painting from my friend and artist Theo Michael, and my story in VERSE!
Hope you enjoy them both.

​Visit Theo's website for this and many other masterpieces:         www.artbytheomichael.com
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Man with bicycle
I look up at the tower rising so high
It looks like it’s touching the sky
Standing so proud putting on a show
stunting the buildings down below.
 
I also stand proud, bicycle in hand
‘What have they done to this beautiful land?’
Not a tree or blade of grass in sight
a concrete jungle, so contrite.
 
I remember cycling in the park
I would often hear the occasional Lark
Now it’s all concrete and cars
restaurants and some seedy bars.
 
They call it progress if you will
But it’s all just money in the till
Lining the pockets of the rich
Not even room for a tent to pitch.
 
You may be wondering why I care
Standing here and in despair
Well you see my reader friend
This is where I met my end!
 
I was cycling amongst this tangled mess
It helped to relieve my stress
Then from nowhere it did appear
The truck reversing...yes it’s how you fear.
 
It ran over me and my bike
The handlebars pierced me like a spike
The pain was real but over soon
as my Soul rose up to the Moon.
 
So once again here I stand
With my bicycle in my hand
Dreaming of a time gone by
As I let out a silent sigh....
 
END
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That's it until next month folks. Stay well xx

Continuing the theme from last month, this months offering is called 'The Times Music Bar' another great painting from Theo Michael and my slant on it in story form. If you like the painting or any other of his work, you can get them here:

www.artbytheomichael.com

The Times Music Bar
 
“Feels hot tonight,” said Phil mumbling as he was trying to light a cigarette that was hanging from his lips.
“They are hotter!” said Les looking over Phil’s shoulder.
“They who?” asked Phil, a bit slow on the uptake.
“Behind yo...” but before Les could finish, Phil had turned around to see what the fuss was about.
“Talk about being obvious!” said Les, “You could have looked with a little finesse now they know we have clocked them!” he continued.
“So? Not against the law to look at people is it?”
“You know nothing about women do you Phil?” said Les tutting.
Phil and Les were childhood friends. From Kinder garden right through to University, they were inseparable. There was a special bond between them that went much further than just friends, they were in fact partners! Yes they were lovers! They still appreciated and respected the female of the species but were just not attracted to them physically.
The Times Music Bar was primarily a bar, but what separated it from the rest is the fact that local musicians and vocalists would congregate there and have jamming sessions or sing a song. It was always unpaid but always willingly. The clientele would enjoy a drink and perhaps a bistro type meal and be entertained by the musicians and singers it was a very relaxed and friendly atmosphere. This is where Phil and Les would come to play their game!
Les glanced over Phil’s shoulder once again.
“They are looking at us Phil,” stated Les.
“Hmm, what do you think Les, shall we?”
“Shouldn’t we wait until they go in?” asked Les.
“They might not go in!” said Phil abruptly.
“I suppose we could take them in,” suggested Les.
“What and their scooter?” said Phil frowning.
“Ok, let’s just play it by ear.” said Les as he plucked a flower from one of the planters that lined the promenade and started to walk towards the girls.
Phil and Les loved to play this game. The idea was to woo females to the point that they would give in to their whims just to prove they could. They would take it in turns to do the wooing and keep score of their successes. It was Les’s turn to try out his charms.
“Good evening ladies,” was his opening line to which he got a positive response and a smile. “Thought you should have this it matches the colour of your scooter,” continued Les as he handed the Red Carnation that he had stolen to the Brunette.
“Oh, thank you so much but it’s not my scooter, just using it as a foot rest, but I’ll keep the flower,” she said giggling.
“Are you ladies going in to the ‘Times’?” asked Les.
“No, but we could be persuaded,” answered the Blonde.
“And what does one do to persuade you?” said Les giving her a broad smile.
“You have already done it,” said the Brunette standing up and putting her arm through Les’s. Her friend followed suit by grabbing Phil’s arm.
“Oh, big muscles,” she said giving his arm a squeeze.
They had conquered!! They had a great night with plenty to drink, too much probably, but the game didn’t end until they had got the girls in question back to their apartment. This they did with ease. Phil and the Blonde known as July were sitting at one end of the large L shaped settee, and Les and the Brunette known as Linda, were at the other end. They had opened a bottle of wine and the merriment continued.  Between the slapping and tickling and giggling, Linda spoke.
“I hope you have TWO bedrooms!”
Phil and Les looked at each other. Now was the time to confess.
“Er, er, we have a confession to make,” said Les.
“What?” asked July looking worried.
“You see, Phil and I are gay! We are not into women!”
There was stunned silence. The girls stood up slowly and linked arms.
“Guess what Casanovas’” said July turning to Linda and kissing her full on the lips! “We aren’t into men!!” she continued as they both bent over double with hysterical laughter.
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
22/9/2017
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Hope you enjoyed this months offering and until next month, keep well. xx

As it is soon Valentines day, I thought I would post this as an extra entry this month. It is a painting by Theo Michael and a story by me. I think it is very fitting for Valentines day, what do you think?

If you like the painting, you can get it here:

​   www.artbytheomichael.com

​If you like the story, you can just tell me :) 

Scent of a Rose
Have you ever met someone and been so totally in love and in awe of them it almost hurts? Marios had. He would only have to look into her big Green eyes and he swore that his heart would literally explode with love. Every move she made every sound she made just left him breathless. His every waking and sleeping thought was of Anna. He was so lucky to have found such a special person.
That was an eternity ago, and he still felt the same. Today Marios was alone sitting on the veranda of their home and staring out over the ocean in front of him and remembering their life together. He recalled her little idiosyncrasies like whenever he leant towards her to kiss her, she would also lean forward but at the last second she would stick out her tongue and lick the end of his nose with it and laugh. He remembered how he once bought her a dozen Red Roses for no reason other than that he loved her. She loved Roses. She had taken them in both hands and lifted them up to her nose and breathed in deeply savouring their strong scent. She adored them. Marios would bring her Roses for her Birthday, their Anniversary, Christmas and of course Valentines day. Valentine’s day was the day they had met for the first time all those years ago on this very beach.
Marios had been test driving the old Zundapp motorbike he had lovingly restored. The beach was pretty deserted and rarely used by the tourists. Anna had been sitting on a rock by the waters’ edge with her feet in the water. She was holding a single Rose to her nose. It was scenes like this that made Marios wish he had talent and could paint. What a picture that would have made. Marios couldn’t resist so he approached her.
“Gift from a secret admirer?” he asked.
Anna had chuckled and with her big Green eyes burrowing into his she answered.
“No, but it’s a gift from me to me, it is Valentine’s day.”
They chatted for a while but now it was time for Anna to go.
“I would love to see you again.” Marios half asked half stated.
“I go back to the UK tomorrow, but I will be back next Valentine’s day.”
“It’s a date!” said Marios, disappointed but happy all mixed together.
“But why Valentine’s day?” Marios asked as his curiosity got the better of him.
“It’s my grandfathers’ memorial day. His name was Valentino and oddly enough he died on Valentine’s day, so I come and remember him at his grave.”
“Oh, sorry about your loss.” Said Marios, not knowing what else to say.
“Oh it’s ok, he was very old.”
Anna gently slid off the rock. Marios didn’t want her to go.
“See you next year then,” she said giving Marios a smile that he is yet to forget.
“Er, er, yeah ok, I’ll be here.”
He watched as Anna walked up off the beach and disappeared into the distance.
The year passed very slowly for Marios, but it eventually passed. Marios was beside himself with excitement, he had bought a bunch of Red Roses for Anna. He couldn’t wait to see her. He got on his Zundapp and slowly drove towards the rock and yes, there she was sitting on it with her feet kicking in the water. Marios couldn’t get there soon enough.
“Hi!” he said excitedly as he dismounted the bike and let it fall to the sand. He held out the bunch of Roses and handed them to Anna.
“Happy Valentines!” he said grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh they are lovely, thank you so much. I have something for you too I thought it would look great on your motorbike.”
Anna leant back and pulled out an oblong box from behind her and handed it to Marios.
“What is it?”
“Open it and see.”
Marios hurriedly opened the box and inside was a number plate. Not an ordinary number plate, a custom one. It read ‘FEB 14’
“Wow must have cost a fortune!” said Marios as he admired the plate.
“Not really. Originally it was ‘FE – 814, but I had the ‘8’ moved closer to the’ E’ so now at a glance it looks like ‘FEB 14’ “
Marios stood in silence for a moment then he blurted it out.
“Will you marry me?” He had no idea where that had come from he just knew he couldn’t be without her.
Again silence.....
“I thought you would never ask!” she screamed with laughter.
They were married within the week.
That was 55 years ago. Marios was grateful that they had grown old together but he wished he had gone first. Anna had passed away 5 years ago now and he still missed her like crazy. For 5 years now every Valentine’s day Marios would buy a dozen Red Roses and take them to the rock where they had met. He would lay them down at the base of the rock and talk to Anna as if she was still sat on it. The fact that a stray cat was always there made him feel less foolish about talking to an empty space. As he talked to Anna he stroked the cat that would always plonk itself down on top of the Roses. The cat would smell them first one at a time then just sit on them. It had been there every year. Marios picked up the cat and looked into its eyes. They were huge and Green, just like Annas’. He held the cat closer to his chest. The cat lifted its head and looked up at Marios. It then did something very strange it stuck its tongue out and licked the tip of Marios nose......
 



​See you soon xx

I’m very excited about my blog entries for the next few months. A local artist and friend, Theo Michael, is putting a book together of his paintings, and to accompany each painting there will be a short story. There are several contributors for the stories, including Theo himself and of course myself. So for the next several months, I will be putting up one of Theo’s paintings and MY relevant short story. You can see Theo’s work and more stories under his blog section, ‘Every wall needs a story’, here:
 www.artbytheomichael.com
 
This month’s entry is called: ‘Balcony with a view’. I hope you enjoy both the painting and the story. Your comments are welcome.
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Balcony with a view

As we stand here on the balcony, I am thinking what a breath taking view this is. I am so happy that they have renovated this beautiful Hotel. A lot of buildings were lost and badly damaged during the short war on this amazing Mediterranean island.  It was a disastrous thing to happen here as the island depended heavily on the financial income from the tourists. This Hotel had always been popular, not just for its location, but when you asked for a room with a view, you got that and more.
Some good did come of the war, I met Victor! Let me tell you about it, it is a proper love story, a romance with all the trimmings.
I had been working at this very Hotel as a receptionist when the war broke out. Of course when the first bombs were dropped, the tourists all went home and the Hotels became deserted, but they were put to good use. A couple were commandeered and used for accommodation and headquarters for the soldiers, and this one as a makeshift Hospital for the wounded. That’s when I first met Victor. No he wasn’t a wounded soldier like most war time romances in films would have you believe, no he was a newspaper reporter who was covering the war for an English newspaper. I had become a general dogs’ body running around fetching this and fetching that for the Doctors. On the day Victor and I met, I was trying to sweep the Hotel lobby, when he walked in via the big glass sliding doors at the entrance of the Hotel. Our eyes locked immediately! My heart was skipping every other beat, and my broom was sweeping on the same spot over and over again. He was, as they say, tall, dark and handsome. He wore a dark suit topped with a hat which had a White band around it, the one he is wearing now. Between the band and the hat was a small ticket which read “PRESS”.
“Hi!” he said in a deep, dark, Velvety voice.
“Er, hi”, I managed to splutter.
The weeks passed quickly as did the time we would snatch from our duties to be together. Our love was effortless, just as it is now.
This room with this balcony was allocated to Victor and I as we were now thought of as a couple, which we certainly are. My own apartment had been destroyed by a bomb, and Victor coming from London, had no particular place to stay, so it was perfect. After our days duties we would eventually meet in room 406, our room, this room, a room with a balcony with a view.
Allow me to tell you dear reader, about a very special night. I had finished my days work and I had come up to this room. Victor was already home. He had laid the table for two with candles in the middle and a single Red Rose in a small vase, and I could smell food. He is so romantic. He came out of the bedroom and he had a Red dress hanging over his arm, this Red dress that I’m wearing now.
“Here, put this on,” he said handing me the dress.
I did and it fits perfectly, don’t you think? Victor had remembered that it was my birthday. We wined and dined and then held each other as we stood on the balcony just looking out over the ocean and thinking what a wonderful world this is. Of course it all looked very different then, most buildings were in ruins, and there were craters in the road, not like now....
My last real memory as we stood on our balcony was hearing a high pitched whistling noise that got louder and louder until it finally stopped when it hit our balcony and us.
That was 75 years ago, but we still come once a year to visit our balcony with a view!
 
END
Chris Christodoulou
13/10/2017

​Till next month, be well.