…there was a gentleman. In his childhood he’d been sexually abused. His neighbour, who later went on to become extremely wealthy, successful and even ‘famous’ to some degree, facilitated this abused. In fact, it could be said that she owed her success to being an enabler and procuring children for the influential people that actually abused the children, including the gentleman, her neighbour, who’s story I’m telling.
Later in life this gentleman, seeing the success of this woman and remembering the child sexual abuse that he had suffered and which she had enabled, decided to expose her for what she was.
Not knowing who to turn to he decided to approach a famous spin doctor/ media mover who regularly appeared on TV and appeared to be trustworthy, a real ‘man of the people’ (MOP) type.
He told his story to this MOP, pouring out his heart and recounting details which he’d have rather forgotten. The MOP listened with the kind of intensity only a man with an eye for an opportunity and a quick profit is instinctively gifted with.
Finally, once this gentleman had told his story the MOP asked, “How much do you want? And by the way, I get 10%”. The gentleman paused, “I’m not after money.” he replied, “I just want justice”. “Fool!” thought the MOP, “Everyone has their price”.
You see, like many MOPs everywhere he thought that everyone thought as he did, always looking at the bottom line, always asking himself what was in it for him. Anyone who didn’t think that way didn’t understand the real world, must be gullible, and a legitimate ‘mark’.
“Leave it with me” said the MOP, “I’ll sort this out for you.”
The MOP watched the gentleman walk out the door and as soon as he was out of sight, he was out of mind. He picked up the phone and talked to his PA. “Get me the number of XXXXXXX. I need to speak with her.”
After several diary checks a meeting was arranged. He liked to meet face to face, he liked people to see the practiced sincerity written all over his face.
“A gentleman has recently come to me and told me the most extraordinary story” he told the famous lady. “I must tell you, he sounds very credible.”
The famous lady was no fool, “How much do you want ?” she asked
“Well,” said the MOP, “These are very serious allegations…”
“Don’t screw around with me!” said the famous lady, “How much do you want ?”
A figure agreed they parted company, this was just business, unpleasant but they both knew the game and how it was played.
Within a week the gentleman received a high court injunction preventing him from telling his story to anyone else. Dressed in his best suit he attended the secret court, no journalists were in the press gallery, no members of the public in the jury box. The gentleman stood alone and he was told in no uncertain terms by the judge that if he repeated the allegations he would face prison.
Filled with incomprehensible outrage and a naive belief that law is the same thing as justice, the gentleman told the judge that he would not remain silent.
And so the judge had no alternative but to send him to jail. You can all see the judge had no alternative, right ?
On his admittance to prison he was given a discoloured prison outfit. He didn’t find out until much later that this was one way the prison staff identified inmates as ‘nonces’ to the other prisoners.
The famous lady was still worried that the gentleman hadn’t learnt to keep his mouth shut and she had connections. Another inmate who was member of a London mob was given instructions to make sure that he never spoke about what had happened to him as a child ever again.
However, this mob heavy made the mistake of listening to the gentleman. Like most people would he was appalled by the story he heard and instead of silencing him he ended up protecting the gentleman while he was in prison.
Obviously, this is all just fiction. It’s a work in progress. I don’t have the same writing skills as an acclaimed novelist.
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@gojam I made a light hearted comment re maroon uniforms and it appears to have been consigned to the memory hole. Perhaps it was capable of an unintended interpretation?
For Mariana..All prisons issue uniform, but they are issue t-shirts and track suit jogging bottoms. Open prisons allow personal clothing and prisoners on remand can wear their own clothing also. You have your own clothing removed upon entrance to the prison and while you are being put through the system on the first day, this process takes all day and sometimes way in to the evening. Depends on how full the courts were that day. You can receive the injunction by hand, served by a court appointed official, but if you then break the injunction a bench warrant can be issued and you then have to go before a judge for contempt of court. At Pentonville prison which serves the catchment area of the high court in the Strand. Prison issue is sky blue t-shirts and grey jogging pants. There are also maroon clothing that is rare or not standard issue and prison officers hand them to sex offenders or any one they don’t like who then have to spend the first day or two on A-wing which is the induction wing.The prison system is also very very corrupt..
this tale has a very disturbing and interesting start ,it seems to have been left on a cliffhanger.i hope to read more before the end of may, if i was giving a score for creative writing i would give a max of 3 out of 3.
fiction can illuminate many dark truths.when conrad wrote heart of darkness he taught us the nature of kerrtz.
im rather fond of nature notes.
some strange life forms have been observed at the far edges of the pond but green slime is special.
it is a complex organism,predatory,parasitic,symbiotic,mutable and extremely hard to identify ,it has a life cycle that utilizes many forms and it is easily spread to many ecologies.it is very resistant to treatment with pesticide or medicine
after many years growing orange trees all over the land niether the orange or lime crop was thriving,after many losses growing in separate orchards was decided upon,there were a few lime trees in small groves in the orange orchard but after a few decades a fairly stable ecology had developed.
then the blue fungi spored again,soon these spores infected many of the orange trees which started to grow faster and bigger than the northern limes causing the limes to throw up new shoots to try to survive.
some of the orange trees were weak with twisted growth when the blue fungi infected them which made them very prone to further infections by green slime this had the effect of making them behave like clockwork.
finding opportunity among the struggling trees a vigorous variety of green slime evolved and thrived,it infected both the orange and lime trees by exploiting their weaknesses and wounds in a variety of ways.
from far away it appeared the green slime was stabilizing factor upon the trees,upon more detailed observation the green slime was the central factor in the collapse of that ecology and that it evolved and spread in the orchards to infect many other ecosystems.
Obviously, the Media Fixer is easy to work out.
Who is the woman?
I do not claim to know, but would guess there is a Charity link somewhere?
I think if you’re writing fiction, you have to make the details convincing. Do you actually have to attend court to receive an injunction? If you broke an injunction what actually happens legally? Most prisons now don’t seem to have uniforms. I haven’t heard of sex offenders having a different uniform – though they may be separated from other prisoners.
Yes keep up the good work gojam.
If the story were real then I would like to say how proud I was of that man who stood up for truth. He would be an inspiration to me, and I know that in the end justice will take place when all wickedness is destroyed.
I get the distinct impression that things are starting to snowball here… Keep up the good work G :)
Not only a CLIFFhanger but very well written for MAXimum effect.
An interesting read & they say the truth is stranger than fiction!……….Is ‘Marlowe’ relevant?
I’m confident that those words of MARLOWE hold the truth.
Take care.
Christopher Marlowe was an Elizabethan spy – and dramatist also.
Indeed, others did try to kill the coffin bound undead one but failed. The same luck accompanied Adolf decades earlier.
Identifying the ruler identifies one of the two counsellors and his subsequent retirement – in ye olde England anyway.
That leaves the second counsellor, of whom there could be only so many candidates.
Once upon a time there was a ruler who others had tried to kill as they slept. As a result of this, all the ruler’s counsellors were given magic buttons so, if they were attacked, they could immediately summon the palace guard and the ruler’s own personal bodyguard. One of these counsellors was staying with another of the counsellors as a house guest. This counsellor found them self attracted to the young offspring of their fellow counsellor and eventually temptation was too much for them. They entered their friend’s offspring’s bedroom and proceeded to sate their desires on the body of the friend’s young offspring. The friend, hearing a commotion, flings wide the door fo their offspring, to be greeted by the scene of their compatriot and their young offspring in the middle of their passion. Panicking, as well one might, the friend presses the panic button fearing his offspring is actually being attacked, not merely pleasured by an older person of their own sex. Within minutes, the ruler’s personal guard are there and the castle is secured. Confusion reigns and no-one knows what to do as the counsellors friend was indeed breaking the law of land in several ways. Then, as if by magic, the ruler calls the counsellor and their bodyguards to tell them. “Do not worry, I will sort this all out and no-one need ever know this happened”. The counsellor who had succumbed to their passion was pensioned off and nothing more, was even spoken about the incident.
stardog, I notice you have a talent for creative fiction.
Perhaps you might email me gojam56@gmail .com
Who knows, perhaps together we might fashion an incredible tale?
But regardless of whether this comes to fruition, you can be assured of complete confidentiality.
Is this a Grand story?
“to be greeted by the scene of their compatriot and their young offspring in the middle of their passion”
Err, shouldn’t that be: In his sick, perverted passion and the child’s terrifying experience of being privy to an unwanted, unjustified and horrific rape?
i love cliffhangers.
I hope it does. Some chance?
Great post Gojam.
It is my sincere hope that the story ends well for the gentleman.
Naturally, as I’ve stated, this is all fiction and I suppose I’m free to make up any ending I wish. Nevertheless, I do like my fiction to be reality based, if you understand me?
As the legendary dramatist, Christopher MARLOWE, once wrote “There is no sin but ignorance.”
I personally believe that these words are true.
And I’m confident that true friends will understand why I believe it is so.
Take care Tim, and Hangthedj.
gojam
If this story really ended up in the main stream press it’ll be a Cliffhanger,
I know this is fiction, as like you say you don’t have the same writing skills as an acclaimed novelist, but I believe this is EXACTLY what can and does happen, and people need to wake up to that ASAP.
Thank you, a very powerful story which needed to be told so people realise how ‘the system’ works.