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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 9

©GeraldineBanksJanuary2025

Gerry was as good as his word and the News that the Media Wedding of The Year was happening was confirmed and Sandy and Martin’s invitation dropped through their letterbox a few weeks later.

Martin was furious and at first refused point blank to go. Sandy thought better of it and realised it would be best if they both attended and put a brave face on it.. Gerry had made three payments into the covert Bank Account that appeared on the invoices with the Weekly Organic Vegetable delivery. It was important to keep him sweet. Make everything appear as normal as possible. Martin knew she was right.

Gerry had a lot of friends in the Media and seemed to have invited them all. The Wedding had been brought forward, largely because of work commitments as Millie had won a hardly fought for promotion and would be presenting a Major Series for Sunshine Media. The work would mean a lot of assignments abroad initially. The Wedding itself was going to be a very lavish affair as Millie’s parents saw it as a chance to unbridle their wealth, as her grandfatherly father kept saying , “You can’t take it with you”.

The Big Day arrived and Sandy and Martin dutifully attended.

” Hello Martin, thank you very much for coming.” Gerry cornered Martin at the bar.

” How’s the World of Archaeology? Still trying to persuade the Powers that be to dig up a few more Car Parks in the hope of finding another Royal Corpse.”

Martin smiled, Gerry appeared a bit tipsy.

“Ah yes Richard the Third, that was a Biggy. Old hat now though, we do ground surveys now. We do very little digging , we can see exactly what’s in the ground. No need for all those hairy arsed volunteers and no dirty fingernails for me.

“The old ways have gone. .” He made a gesture to look at his neatly manicured hand.

Martin took a sip of beer and looked around to see Sandy. He caught her eye, she looked concerned but Martin winked at her to reassure her.

” Still I remember the story, it was a good one, Richard the Third in the Car Park, even Shakespeare didn’t think that one up. So hard to get a good story nowadays. People love digging up ( excuse the pun) old facts, so if you have any good archeological stories, let me know we might be able to do something.” Gerry continued , oblivious to Martin’s lack of interest in someone who knew little about Martin’s work.

Martin knew that it was the alcohol in Gerry’s system talking.

” I always talk through my ideas with Sandy, she’s good at her job. I hope she gets the break she deserves one day. We both work hard, but it’s Sandy’s money that keeps us going and yours too with what you’re doing for Alex.” Martin was trying to get to the heart of the matter with Gerry. He wanted to thank him.

“How is he ? I don’t get much of a chance to talk to Sandy during the day, I’ve been busy with all this Wedding stuff too. Mills had me running around like a headless chicken over the last few weeks. That young lady got exactly what she wanted. I’m her trophy husband, she gets my contacts and I’m so damn cash rich I find it quite an embarrassment. So damn easy to hide too. Mill’s father is a bit of a gambler , all this cash is untraceable, it’s the dark economy. If the Mafia still existed he’d be part of it. At least you don’t have to worry about that. I’m glad to help out whatever way I can with your son.

“Well , yes, we really are very grateful Gerry, it came as a real shock what has happened.” Martin almost choked on his beer.

Martin wasn’t too sure that Gerry knew that Sandy had told Martin the whole truth.

Gerry appeared to sober up very quickly, his tone changed.

” Yes Martin, let’s stick to our stories, it’s safer for everyone. We’re going to do the very best for Alex, just let me know if anything changes or if you need anymore help. I care for Alex as if he was my own son.”

Martin was not comfortable with this conversation and just manage to mumble.

” Okay, Gerry, that’s good to know.” As Sandy arrived , drink in hand , she had been mingling.

” I can see you two have had a good chat, I know how difficult that is , talking to Martin can be like getting blood out of a stone.” She touched Martin gently on the cheek. ” Sometimes I think he’d rather read a book.”

” Weddings aren’t really my thing!” Martin smiled.

” Not mine either Martin!” Gerry laughed at his own joke.

” Anyway Sandy, I was just saying to Martin that if you need anything more don’t hesitate to ask. You know Millie’s going to be away travelling a lot. If you need help with anything , just ask.”

” I’m very grateful Gerry, we both are. I’m not sure what direction that this is going to take , so yes we’ll certainly keep you in the loop whatever happens. Money isn’t a problem anymore, I suppose it’s just a gambling debt to you.” Sandy regretted immediately saying this, but it was too late.

The office gossip was all about the High Rollers that Gerry and his now Father- In- Law were . They were big league Gamblers . It was a different World , one that was invite only.

” Yes, definitely, no problem. Ah Mills!” At that very moment Millie arrived, excited and breathless. She put her arms around Gerry’s neck and kissed him.

” I’m so happy , it’s the best day of my life!” Millie gushed. ” What an amazing bunch of people! I’ve just been talking to the guy who’s the Top Presenter at MBO Media. He thinks I’ll do a great job. I’m so hyped, how did he know ? He was giving me some tips, did my Naughty Gerry let the flea bitten moggie of out of the bag! It wasn’t supposed to be announced until next week!” Millie was questioning Gerry’s decision to release it early.

“Mills, it’s good to keep the rumour millstone turning, I hope you played thel little miss innocent , that you didn’t know. I couldn’ t help myself I’m very proud of my Mills, he put his hand around her waist and pecked her on the cheek. I hope you kept up the front though , the formal announcement is a biggy, it’s going to get a lot of attention..” Gerry looked quizzically at Millie.

” Yes , Yes I did. He was fishing wasn’t he? No we’ll wait , we’ll wait for the big announcement. Today is our day. You can call me wifey now…. not Mills.”

” OK wifey” Gerry smiled again.

Millie was very excited.

” I cannot believe at last I’ve got this ring on my finger, what an amazing day. Hey Sandy, come and see the Champagne Fountain, it’s so beautiful.”

Millie grabbed Sandy’s by the arm and they both ran off to the next room to see the ten metre arrangement of Champagne Glasses and bowls of fresh chilled strawberries which had been sculptured into and exotic fountain which filled and refilled the best Champagne into fresh glasses at the bottom , the glasses were replaced as the guests took their drinks by a team of waiters. The guests meanwhile could pick at the champagne drenched strawberries as desired. There was a lot of activity in the area and the arrival of the bride brought a round of applause and cheering.

Gerry and Martin stayed put by the bar.

” She’s got a lot of energy that girl, I’m not sure what she see’s in an old soak like me. Didn’t even try , she did all the chasing.” Gerry sighed.

” Well, not a lot I can say Gerry, except, you and Millie are helping Alex, and if you weren’t in the position you are in . I don’t know what Sandy and I would do.”

” I’m glad to help. It will keep me focussed on what needs done. I’ll keep Mills and her family sweet and the money flowing . I hope one day that Alex can come home , or at least be somewhere near that I can see him. Do you think that’ll be possible?”

” We’ll have to see, it ‘s against the Law, who knows, Alex shouldn’t even be alive”.

Martin hadn’t thought that Gerry would want to see his son. He felt stupid, of course the fatherly instinct was there. Except there was another possibility that Gerry wanted to find out who had Alex and uncover an illegal organisation. That would be a scoop for Gerry, or if he was an A1 , it might be his way of protecting the status quo. He after all was a carrier.

They moved along the bar ” Another drink Martin?”

” No thanks Gerry, I think I better be heading home, rescue my wife from the Champagne Fountain.”

Gerry remembered the night he’d spent with Sandy, yes , she liked Champagne. It had been a very enjoyable evening. Gerry looked at Martin and turned away.

Later when Sandy and Alex were in bed , they talked about the evening and both agreed that they thought that Gerry could be trusted. They were, however, unwilling to let go of control. There was still a risk that Gerry was an A1 who wanted to stop the organisation that in effect he was financing.

Gerry’s desire to know where his son was perhaps genuine or it could put Alex’s rescuers very much at risk . Gerry saw Alex as his only son, Martin understood that for a father it was a strong bond and Gerry would do anything to protect him and it was understandable that one day Gerry would want to meet Alex. Sandy was unsure how that could happen, but they were both tired, so Martin turned out the light and they both went to sleep. The twins would be up at six o’clock wanting breakfast and to play, so it would be best to get some rest.

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 7

@GeraldineBanksJanuary2025

A Dystopian Thriller

Martin and Sandy talked long into the night. The decision to make contact with Gerry Reid was a difficult one for both of them. There had been tears but no recriminations .They were being blackmailed. The Group that were saving Alex, were the good guys, but nevertheless they needed money to achieve their goals and they were going to get it whatever way they could. What they were doing was Criminal in the eyes of the State. However the situation was going to make Blackmailers out of Martin and Sandy too. They were entering dangerous waters , they would also be Criminals . Sandy though still couldn’t figure out where the money would come from.

Sandy had talked in the past to Martin about Gerry Reid without of course mentioning her brief encounter with him. At the time it had been office tittle tattle that she had shared over dinner. Martin had had the impression that Sandy did not like Gerry , but thought no further about it. He listened to the story ,without realising how useful it would be in the future.

Gerry had got engaged to a young production assistant he worked with. Once married Reid would be a very rich man. The young woman concerned was called Millie, an only child with elderly parents who doted on her. Millie’s parents were majority shareholders in the Media Conglomerate that owned the The Sunshine Media Company where Sandy worked. There was no doubt in Sandy’s mind that Reid was marrying for the money and there was a lot of it. They owned the licences and copyright for many Major Productions and in Sandy’s reckoning the funds would be unlimited. Millie in turn was marrying Gerry for his position and knowledge and probably she was naïve to think she was in love. There had been rumours that Gerry Reid had lost a lot of his own money through gambling, Sandy wasn’t sure if that was true, but the wedding had been put off a couple of times and Sandy thought that Millie’s parents were not best pleased that she was marrying someone old enough to be her father.

Sandy’s lightbulb moment came when she thought about the wedding . If anyone found out that Gerry would pass on a hereditary disease then that would be the end of his marriage plans. That would be the end of his relationship with Millie, no matter how much in love they were. The powerful parents would not let it go through, they would want healthy grandchildren. It would blow his chances completely. There was sure to be a water-tight prenuptial and Gerry would not want his genetic make- up to result in a divorce either. This was not natural Sandy territory, but Martin had given her a fire in her belly and led her to realise that the plan could work and that they could get the money to care for Alex. Indeed after discussing the plan , she felt confident of success. Sandy went into the office the next day with a determination to ensure that Gerry Reid would do exactly as she asked. She was determined to get the first payment for the following Friday delivery.

Mr Gerald Reid as an executive of The Sunshine Media Company had a plush office on the fifth floor of Sunshine Media Corps Building. Sandy arrived at her usual time on Monday morning and put her coat on the back of her chair in the open plan office where she normally sat. No one noticed her as she left the office and headed to the Executive Lift and took it to the fifth floor. Gerry’s office door was closed, but that did not bother her, she opened it and flounced into the office as if she owned the place.

Gerry was at his desk typing a report into his computer when Sandy appeared, he looked up surprised to see the mousy back up presenter that he had bedded for a bet with the ex-Managing Director of Sunshine Media who had since moved on to other horizons. He had won the bet but had felt bad after the event as he had nothing to offer the woman. Gerry knew how tight budgets were and he knew the hierarchy’s favourites. He even had to watch his own back, but with Millie in tow he was pretty safe. Nothing was going to change and what had happened was long before him and Millie had started seeing each other.

” Hello, it’s Sandy isn’t it? Nice of you to drop in , but I’m not aware that you have an appointment and I’ve got a rather urgent deadline”. He looked up from his computer , looking to get rid of Sandy as quickly as possible.

” No Gerry, I do not have an appointment, don’t need one really , we’re old mates really, arent’ we?”

” Pardon, Sandy, that was a long time ago, we’re both adults, it’s in the past. How are your assignments going?

Sandy stood tall above him , Gerry seated at his desk.

” My assignments are going fine. I’ve been covering the odd Parliamentary Debate and a lot of local news which you know all about. I get the leftovers no one else wants.”

” Ah , yes, you’ve been doing a great job on the local stuff, don’t worry we do notice.”

” Yes , I’m sure you do, just a shame you can’t do anything about it. The same people get the best jobs.”

” Now, now Sandy don’t be bitter, it’s unbecoming, at the end of the day we give the best people the best jobs. Your chance will come one day , just keep plugging away. Really nice to have a chat, but I really must get on.” Gerry looked up at her and dismissively signalled for Sandy to go out of the open door.

Sandy turned around and walked towards the door when she reached it she put her hand on the handle and closed it. She walked slowly back to where she had been standing.

” Sandy, I’ve got a deadline, I’m sorry , not now”

” Oh yes now, Gerry!” Sandy came closer to Gerry’s desk , reached over and closed the lid of his lap top. Gerry’s fingers were the only thing that stopped the lid coming down completely.

” Ouch, that hurt, I’m going to ring Security if you don’t get out of my office straight away”

” Enough Gerry, you won’t be ringing anyone once I’ve finished with you”.

” Look Sandy, I’m engaged to be married, what is in the past is in the past . What has got into you?”

” Gerry don’t flatter yourself, I’ve no interest in your flabby body or ruddy complexion and I’ve learnt that despite your bravado you are just another Corporate Face in this very dull organisation. What exactly does Miss Prissy Pants Senior Floor Assistant see in you, must be your unflappable charm.”

” Bitter, Sandy , Bitter, let’s leave Millie out of this “. Gerry looked up at Sandy acerbically

Sandy moved around the desk and put her face right up to Gerry’s.

” Oh no Gerry, not bitter, but I do have the bit between my teeth”. She reached her hand down towards Gerry’s crotch .

Gerry moved his chair backwards to get away from Sandy’s hand.

” Sandy, what has got into you , you stop this or I’ll get Security to throw you out.”

Sandy laughed as she took her hand away. ” Gerry you are just a scared little boy, but what I’m about to tell you is the really scary thing.”

” You’re mad! You’re completely raving bonkers”. Gerry tried to stand up and get out of his chair but in a flash Sandy jumped on top of him and straddled him with her legs, pinning him to the chair.

” Remember Gerry, remember I got pregnant after we had our one night stand. Remember it suited you so well that I had to go on Maternity leave as you were finding it so hard to have me around at work because you know you had nothing to offer me. I wasn’t really bothered once I knew I was going to have Alex, I was happy.”

“Look get off me , someone might come in”. Gerry pushed at her but Sandy held him down firmly. “I’m very sorry about you losing Alex, it was terrible , I remember at the time thinking it would affect you terribly. “

” Yes it did , and his father didn’t give a damn did he?”

” What do you mean? I thought that your husband was a great support to you at the time, everyone said so , it was very hard on you both.”

” Yes, but Alex’s father didn’t help at all.” Sandy stared into Gerry’s eyes. ” He did nothing to help and now it’s payback time You are Alex’s Daddy.”

” What are you talking about, Alex was not my son! That’s impossible.”

Sandy jumped off Gerry and moved back to the other side of the desk and sat down opposite Gerry in the office chair.

“Why Gerry?

” It was a one night stand, you never said anything about it at the time. Alex was you and your husband’s.” Gerry shuffled his seat forward towards the desk.

” I wish he had been mine and Martin’s we would have a healthy six year old now, instead of a child who’s suffering from a genetic disease which to all accounts should not exist and which the State believes has got to be removed from the population. That is what Martin and I are now facing. We need money Gerry and a lot of money and you are going to give it to us. Or I’m going to shout from the highest treetops that you are a man carrying a defective Gene. Say goodbye to Millie’s fortune when she hears that , her Parents will definitely be able to kick you into touch.

” I can’t have children, that’s impossible.”

” No what you mean is that you shouldn’t have children. The State does not want you to procreate, you can screw as many women as you like, but you must not have a baby with them. How long has that law been in place, maybe thirty years or so, how long have you known about your faulty gene?

Gerry’s face changed, it became pale and drawn . He was silent and Sandy held his glance. She stood back up and again moved behind the desk , stood behind him and ruffled his thinning hair.

Yes , how long have you known sweetie?”

“Sandy this is dangerous ground, I’ve always known , but I’ve never been in a position where it mattered. Alex is dead, he was taken away from you, if he was my son he’s dead. What is this going to achieve? I’m not planning on having any children, I have discussed this with Millie , she accepts it. As far as everyone is concerned Alex was yours and your husbands. I have nothing to do with it. Now get out of my office! Millie might come through that door any minute.”

Sandy stood up straight and breezily walked back to the chair in front of Gerry’s desk and sat down and crossed her legs.

” Alex , your son is very much alive and he is six years old” Sandy looked directly at Gerry.

There was a knock on the door and Millie, entered . She was taken aback that Gerry had someone with him. She gave Gerry a puzzled look. They looked more like father and daughter. Sandy held her ground and smiled at Millie.

” You still free for lunch , I just wanted to talk through a few things about the wedding , I’ve booked a table.”

” Mills , I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel, something has come up, we’ll talk tonight when I get home”.

” OK, Gerry, let me know if I can be any help.”

Millie gently closed the door.

Sandy said ” Hope the wedding arrangements can be pulled forward, we need her families money now”. Sandy smiled.

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 6

A Dystopian Thriller

@GeraldineBanksJanuary2025

The next night, Friday, at exactly 7.00pm the doorbell rang . Martin opened it to a tall gangly young man with a mop of red hair. He was dressed casually in a checked shirt and well lived in tightly fitting jeans.

” Hi , I’ve got your fresh veg delivery , do you want me to bring it in? He looked at the large black plastic delivery box sitting at his feet.”

“Oh yes, sure, that’s be great.” Martin held open the door as the young man passed by him carrying the box at shoulder height.

“The kitchen is straight on through.” Martin closed the front door.

Sandy made her way downstairs quickly, she had put the twins to bed and they had settled down after she read them a story. They were fast asleep and she was desperate for news about Alex.

She nearly bumped into the young man at the bottom of the stairs and after he dodged her he followed her into the kitchen.

” I’ll put the box on the kitchen table , will I ?” he turned and spoke to her .

“Yes that would be fine” She spoke to Martin. ” The Twins are fast asleep, they love those dragon stories, I hope they don’t have nightmares.”

Martin moved towards Sandy and said ” They’ll be fine”

” I’m parched any chance of a cup of tea , this is my last call and I’ve got an hours drive back to the depot” The red headed young man said.

Sandy smiled at him ” Yes of course, the kettle’s not long boiled , Martin and I will have one too. Sit down and have a rest. Do you take sugar and milk ?”

” Yes, thanks, just one sugar, I got to watch my weight” He laughed as he patted his very thin torso.

Martin had anticipated and had got the mugs down and was already boiling the kettle.

Sandy sat down at the kitchen table and she began to open the box which was full with fresh fruit and vegetables. However, once they were removed she could see there were compartments at the bottom that had been well hidden by the produce.

“These boxes are great” The young man said” As this is your first delivery , you keep that one then each time I deliver we give you a fresh one and take the old one back”.

“May I ? ” Sandy pointed to the compartments.

The young man nodded “Yes go ahead”

Sandy opened the first compartment, and took out an envelope , it had numerous photographs of Alex, over the last few years. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

” Our products are well cared for , organically grown, we nurture them, family firm”

Sandy spread the photographs on the table, and looked at each one intently.

“Look Martin!” She turned just as Martin was bringing the mugs of tea to the table. He put the mugs down and picked up one of the pictures.

” Wow, that’s not long after he left us, my he really doesn’t look very well, but look at that one, that’s later what a change.”

” I don’t want to say to much, I don’t really know how they do it. I am just a delivery driver.”

“That’s fine, I suppose the less each person knows the safer it is for everyone else. ” Sandy took all the photographs out of the compartment and spread them on the table. At the bottom was another sealed letter. She took it out and opened it .It was an invoice for the groceries. It was for £1000. Sandy stared at the amount, she knew they could not get hold of that sort of money.

” We can’t afford that!” Sandy cried and showed it to Martin.

Martin looked at it but did not react. He handed the delivery driver his tea and the driver thanked him.

” How often do we get a delivery?” He asked the driver.

” Once a week, same time each week” The driver replied.

” And the charge is the same , each week” Martin looked directly at the driver.

” Yes, as far as I’m aware, one week in arrears.”

“I’m not sure we can afford this delivery , it’s an awful lot of money. Is there any alternative?” Martin sat down and faced the driver.

The driver began to stand up. He slurped the last of the tea out of his cup.

” Look , I’m only the delivery driver, I’m told to leave the box with you and if it turns into a regular slot I’ll be back each week”

” So we have a week to sort this out, that’s not long really.”

” I know, but I’ll get instructions and if I’m to collect next week I will. Thanks for the tea, I’m off home, it’s been a long day and I’ve got to drop the van off at the depot. They are really nice photos, he looks a nice little boy. I hope you can work something out. We don’t leave any loose ends, hold onto the box until next week.” He smiled and stood up, I can let myself out.

Sandy’s eyes followed the man as he went out and then she looked at Martin. When she heard the front door close, she began to cry.

” Martin, where are we going to get that sort of money each month, we can barely make ends meet as it is?”

Martin moved his chair closer to Sandy’s. He reached out and took her hands and held them gently in his.

” Sandy, I know Alex is not my child.”

“Martin” Sandy screamed ” Not now, not now!” She cried and pulled her hands away and held them to cover her face, her elbows almost seemed embedded in the table. Gently Martin moved her hands away from her face.

” Sandy, we need to talk about this. I love Alex as my son, he is my son, I’m the only father he knows. There might be a way to get this money. Alex’s biological father has got to help us and , I need to know who it is.”

Sandy’s face changed to one of total disbelief.

” That bastard, he wouldn’t help anyone. He just used me, I’m nothing to him. I was just a piece of meat”.

“Sandy, look I can only think it was one of your Media Colleagues. You were using him just as much as he was using you. Who was it? I know this is painful, but we have to do something if we have any chance of keeping Alex alive. “

Sandy’s eyes met Martin’s as she gave a sideways glance.

” So you knew all the time.”

” Well, I suspected, but I didn’t know for definite. Alex’s illness came out of the blue, but it’s all beginning to make sense now. Who is the father, is he a well off bastard, I’m thinking he might be an A1?”

Martin continued.

“There’s been a massive cover up with this, I’m not sure why no one pursued where the defective gene in Alex came from, let’s face it , they knew it wasn’t from either of us”.

” I’m so sorry Martin, it was just one time , but you are right, the timing is right , I hoped against hope, but Alex’s sire is a man called Gerry Reid, he’s very high up in the Company I work for. Whether he is an A1 , I wouldn’t know.”

“Well Sandy , you really went for a Celebrity! My heavens Gerry Reid! I suppose a boring archaeologist can’t compete with the likes of that. He must be in his 60’s now though for Heaven sake! “

Martin brushed Sandy’s cheek ” Gerry Reid!” he squirmed.” Tell me you prefer the younger man now though! This younger man loves you ,always has , always will. You make me happy.”

Sandy smiled and gently raised her hand to hit Martin on the shoulder.

” Oh you !Stop it! ” she began to laugh.

” It was a big mistake and I hate myself for what happened. I was just being stupid and I can’t see how I’ve made you happy . Look at the mess we’re in .”

” You’re not going to like this Sandy , but we are in a mess and there’s only one way out if we want to give Alex his best chance. For better or worse we said, I believe that and I love you and what we have made together. Alex is mine just as much as he is yours. Let’s face it Gerry Reid has been no father to Alex, I have. He’s mine and I’ll look after him, I will fight for him. You and I are strong and we both will be strong for each other.”

” Martin what are we going to do?” Sandy looked directly at Martin.

“Gerry Reid will have to pay his due and supply the money to these people . They are blackmailing us and we will have to blackmail Mr Reid.”

” What ? How?” Sandy looked in disbelief.

Martin picked up one of the photos of Alex from the kitchen table and held it up so that they both looked at the healthy looking little boy.

” We’re going to do everything we can to help Alex, he’s my little boy, I’m his dad.

“Yes he is. Ours”. Sandy hadn’t a clue what Martin was planning.

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 5

@GeraldineBanksJanuary2025

It was a Thursday evening and Martin and Sandy were both sitting at the kitchen table eating a rapidly put together meal. The brief contact with Martin and Maria had been three days ago. The twins were in bed and hopefully sound asleep .There was a knock on the door and they both went outside to answer it , both of them were on tenterhooks not really knowing what to expect.

They were quite disappointed that there was no one there ;only a parcel which lay in the porch. Neither Martin or Sandy were expecting any delivery, so they took the parcel into the kitchen and Sandy looked on as Martin opened it. Inside the cardboard box was a very old, mobile phone with a charger, some sims and a business card.

P.Neel and Family , Organic Greengrocers

Superfood Delivery Specialists ( We deliver to suit You)

The business card had a weekly delivery slot time of Friday 7.00pm written in blue ink on the reverse.

Martin examined the mobile phone and remembered an article that he had read about Criminals using offline mobile networks and the Government attempts to stop their use being largely ineffective. Martin’s specific area of interest had been stolen archaeological artefacts so he was very aware of this out of date technology and how effective it was at keeping protagonists under the radar of anyone trying to find out their activity and location. The sims were changed frequently and were nigh impossible to trace. Martin told Sandy that it was probably only going to be for emergency use, but it was from the people who had Alex. Sandy immediately put the phone on charge. The business card said they should expect a delivery tomorrow.

Sandy sensed Martin’s trepidation and acknowledged that his reactions and feelings towards Alex were complex. There was something that neither of them had addressed or talked about. Where had this gene defect of Alex’s come from? Both Sandy and Martin as A2’s had been screened and although the Doctor had given them the get out card about the environment, Martin had had every right to ask Sandy about being unfaithful to him, but he never had. She was keeping something back from him and he knew it. Sandy thought that if they were about to be embroiled in a fight to get Alex back, would Martin feel as strongly about it as she did?

Martin had never pursued Alex’s paternity with her. He was surprised that the Authorities had not dug deeper and questioned Sandy. Martin had wondered why at the meeting about Alex’s future, the origin of the gene defect had been brushed over, and though he sensed Sandy’s embarrassment, no one had addressed it. It crossed his mind that the father could be an A1 and that the whole thing was a charade , a big cover up. He loved Sandy and whatever the truth he had chosen his life with her and that was what he wanted.

The truth, which Sandy would have shared if Martin had asked was seedy and she regretted every moment. It had been a one night stand on a business trip. Out of the blue she’d been given a short piece on a Travel Programme about Northern Spain to do and she was on location with the crew. The main presenter was Gerry Reid. Gerry was one of the old Grandees of the presenting World. An older man who apart from his fame and the fact that he’d never married, she knew little about. Sandy had drunk a lot and was flattered by his attention and had perhaps hoped that he might help her with her career. The opposite had been true. He hardly spoke to her after that night, and her piece was never used. Sandy decided to put it down to experience and move on . She loved Martin. They were trying for a baby even if it was by artificial insemination. She hated herself for making Martin do that , but she felt so confused and degraded.

Martin had suspected that he wasn’t Alex’s father. He was certain Sandy had been unfaithful to him at a time when perhaps they had grown distant from each other , but he did not know with who or where. He only sensed that whatever had happened had not been a good experience for Sandy. They both lived such busy lives and both were away from home or on training courses. Hotels, Business Meetings and Conferences. Everyone was at it, he just hadn’t been tempted. Life was like the Discovery Channel and we were all basically just mammals had been his conclusion.

Sandy’s subsequent behaviour and the trauma of losing Alex made him think that she regretted what had come between them. She had changed, she was more attentive and less critical and that was all Martin had wanted. The twins arrived and everything was good between them. Sandy and him were fine. We all make mistakes and Alex had not been a mistake, but his subsequent fate had been out of Sandy’s and Martin’s control.

The situation that had unfolded in recent days though had changed circumstances seismically. Martin figured that the people who were going to look after Alex would want maintenance money. Once he knew for sure what they wanted he and Sandy would have to have one of the toughest conversations he could ever imagine. He would need to know who Alex’s father was. He hoped that their relationship would survive.

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 4

@geraldinebanksJanuary2025

A Dystopian Thriller

It was a cold day in January, Martin had just parked his car and was heading into the house. Just as he placed the key in the door a young woman approached him and touched him gently on the shoulder.

“Martin Smith, are you Martin Smith?” She said with an urgency like rapid gun fire.

“Yes, that’s me , what can I do for you?” He turned to look at the person who had approached him, Martin was relieved when she took a step backwards.

“My name is Maria Turner, I know your wife Sandy, I just wanted to let you know that Alex is safe, he is with us.”

This was news Martin did not really want to hear. He turned and faced Maria.

What do you mean? Alex is dead, our son is dead. Who are you? I don’t want you upsetting my wife. We’ve been through enough. We’re OK as we are.” Martin turned and put his hand on the key and turned it , the front door opened.

Maria said sharply.” We’ve got your little boy, we rescued him from them and now we need your help.”

” Alex was taken away from us, he was cared for by the authorities, we couldn’t look after him ourselves. He was a very sick little boy”. He pushed the door open to go into the house.

” Alex is alive” Maria again touched Martin’s elbow, Martin turned around.

Maria continued ” We know you lost the signal, but there is a window of opportunity just before the children go to the final processing stage where we can rescue them from certain death. We were able to do this for Alex. His original chip was removed, he is at one of our secure research and development facilities, being well cared for. It his best chance. The authorities are killing children : “healthy” children. We have to stop them.

Martin had the opportunity to enter the house and close the door on Maria’s face, he chose not to.

“Alex was not a healthy boy, we couldn’t have cared for him. We have two other children now.” He looked at Maria, and reached for the door with his hand to close it.

Maria opened the bag she was carrying and handed him a photo. It was Alex. He looked about four years old now, pale and skinny but smiling and being held comfortably by a stranger. Alex held on tightly to his favourite toy elephant, the one Sandy had insisted on putting in his little suitcase when she was packing for him to go away.

“That’s him, he’s a very happy little boy, we saved him Martin. I know it’s a lot to take in, so keep the picture. I’ll let you think it over. We will get back in touch , you must let Sandy know. Be aware though, that if the authorities find out he’s alive, they will kill him, or denature him as they like to call it. We have pictures also of that and the facilities the Government use, they are not pretty. Goodbye for now.” Maria turned and walked away quickly.

Martin closed the door behind him and walked into the hallway clutching the photograph of Alex. Sandy wasn’t home, she would be late back from work and the twins were staying with Sandy’s mother for a few days. Martin had time to think. He sat down on the kitchen chair and put his head in his hands and burst into tears . He held Alex’s photograph and looked at it as he sobbed. Eventually when the tears had stopped he felt exhausted. He put the picture on the table and got up and boiled the kettle to make himself coffee.

Many thoughts and different scenarios went through Martin’s mind as he sipped his coffee. Alex was alive and looked well but according to what he and Sandy had been told he should be dead. Sandy will want him home with his family no doubt. The Authorities obviously would not want that or indeed permit it.

Whoever had Alex , would have to keep him and look after him. Perhaps there could be visiting rights. What help could him and Sandy be, probably financial, but they had no money, everything was accounted for . It was all monitored everything was online, the Government knew where every penny went, there was no way they could use any of their earnings for this , it would be discovered very quickly, and what would the Authorities do? Was Maria telling the truth? It was difficult to know. Martin thought it all through but could not see an answer or indeed what they could do next. He closed his eyes and let his mind wonder.

He woke up from a deep sleep and raised his head from the kitchen table . Sandy was standing over him.

” Alex, it’s Alex” She cried out, her hand reached out for the photograph. Martin straightened himself up in the chair and handed the photograph to Sandy, she held it up to her face and kissed it.

” My beautiful little boy, when was this taken? He’s grown, he’s grown so big and what a big smile!”

Martin stood up and turned to Sandy.

” Sand, this is going to get very complicated, Alex is alive, a lady called Maria said that she knew you….”

” Yes , there was a Maria who I spoke to initially about the chip, but I never heard anymore from her, it was all very hush, hush.”

” Well , whoever has Alex, Maria didn’t or wouldn’t give me any details other than to say he was safe and well, will be back in touch with us, until then we don’t need to make any decisions….”

” Decisions? I want my baby back. What the hell is going on?”

” Sandy, we have to be careful, whatever has happened to Alex, well he is still in danger, we have to know all our options. “

Sandy calmed down and Martin brushed some loose hair that had fallen on Sandy’s forehead, onto her temple. They held each other and Sandy began to sob…there was nothing to say, he knew they that they were faced with an uncertain future and had to wait, but she looked at the photograph again.

” My Alex, my gorgeous little boy, he looks well. ” Sandy sobbed and put her head on Martin’s shoulder. She began to sob uncontrollably

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 3

A Dystopian Thriller

@GeraldineBanks January2025

Alex’s assessment day went according to plan and exactly as Moira had described it. The building where Martin, Sandy and Alex were dropped off by the taxi was exactly like a Government building, although once inside it seemed suitably child friendly with pictures on the wall , child size furniture and a good selection of toys in reception. Alex was in good form and by now being nearly two was crawling and quite enjoying himself. After about a fifteen minute wait, two obviously separate groups of people came into reception. There were two men in suits following a very smartly dressed young lady. The lady introduced herself and the gentlemen as part of the assesssment team and explained that the two young women who followed slightly behind them and were dressed in casual clothing would take Alex to the play room.

The smart young lady turned to Alex and said

” You prepared the Suitcase as requested, just in case your little boy needs to stay overnight for tests.”

Sandy nodded and handed the case to one of the casually dressed girls. The other girl had knelt down and was asking Alex about the tractor and the bricks he was playing with.

” We’ve got a bigger tractor next door, would you like to see it?” She smiled. Alex was smitten.

He looked up at Sandy as if to say was it alright, but Sandy didn’t get a chance to say anything . One of the men said

” My that’s a great idea! You seem a clever little chap, definately, you’ll like the tractor next door. Yes!”

Alex still looked at his mum, but it was too late, the young girl lifted Alex up and whisked him off. All Sandy and Martin saw was him disappearing behind two swing doors. Alex turned and looked at them both, he seemed unsure.

“I put his medication in the suitcase, he’ll be due some in 3 hours.” Sandy said to the smartly dressed woman.

” Oh that’ ll be fine, don’t worry. We have his full medical records on file, the girls will make sure he get’s it. Or perhaps you can give it to him yourself . Hopefully we’ll have sorted something out by then.

As things turned out they never saw Alex again that day. They had been interrogated like criminals, and the facade that they would be taking Alex home with them was kept up right until they were shown into a lift which took them back down to reception. They sat in reception an hour while their case notes were discussed. Finally the smartly dressed lady came down to reception and explained that Alex was going to be kept in for “tests”, there was nothing to worry about and someone would be in touch.

No one ever did get in touch with Sandy and Martin. After three weeks , they received a formal Government letter saying that Alex was to be placed in permanent residential care and that it would be better, it was felt, as he was so young that there would be no further contact with his natural parents, he would be well looked after and would get the best of care for his limited life. Meanwhile they recommended a course of fertility treatment and that as Alex could no longer qualify for the incentive payments, the sooner this was started the better.

Sandy was prepared for the harshness of the letter, Martin despaired but what could he do?

On Moira’s advice Sandy had arranged for Alex to be microchipped by an underground agency who were known for gathering information and protesting about missing children. Sandy had found them online with Moira’s help. There had been an Cable programme made about such organisations and Moira was able to access the archives .The chip was not traceable , the Authorities always scanned for them. The only reason the chip would stop transmitting was because it was destroyed in a fire, a crematorium fire. The child would have passed then. This was explained bluntly to Sandy over an automated encrypted phone call , Sandy felt drained at not being able to ask questions or respond, she just sat silently and listened to the computer generated voice, it was Alex’s only lifeline, so she persisted , it broke her heart.

Sandy and Martin, with their finances again affected by not officially having any offspring continued with their lives and with the fertility treatment. Sandy became pregnant with the Twins and a year after the assessment meeting on a dark , cold , winter’s night Sandy told Martin that Alex’s tracker signal had stopped. They both felt helpless that they had been unable to save their son. The pain would never go away. Their priority now though was the twins and now that they had fulfilled their Statutory Procreational Obligations life must go on.

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The Dog that Inherited a Palace (Chapters 1&2)

©GeraldineBanksFebruary2025

Tedi gazed out of the large bay window at the top of the House. It was Tedi’s bedroom and was on the top floor at the back of the Palace Residential wing. He gazed out of the window , his head resting on a silk pillow embroidered with the letters TFM , delicately intertwined in fine gold, green and red thread. The motif was also on the fluffy fleece blanket which lay discarded on the floor and had fallen or being kicked off sometime during the night. It had been a warm night. The bed had been especially designed and fitted into the extensive windowsill by a local Carpenter , the view was superb .

Tedi surveyed, the panoramic landscape that he had spent many happy hours exploring . He knew by heart every tree and blade of grass , the types of wild animals and insects and the caves and hidden nooks . His eyes followed the stream that lead to the large lake and it brought back memories of paddling paw deep in the water and the excitement of being chased by the bad tempered swans and geese. Happy memories of warm sunny days.

Cross the butler would be up shortly to take him for his walk.

“Funny name Cross” he pondered, for the man who had looked after him and his interests for nigh on seventeen years and had never once said a cross word to him. Cross had came with the Palace, the arrangement had worked well over the years. Cross was a loyal and stalwart Butler. Tedi, shifted in his bed and thought , might as well have a snooze before Cross comes and as he dozed off he thought back to his younger days and the story of how he inherited this wonderful palace.

Tedi’s first visit to the Palace had been with his adopted mum and dad when he was just a Puppy. He had been newly adopted from the local Dog’s Trust and his mum and dad were taken aback when Tedi pulled relentlessly on his lead wanting to go into the Palace. It was early days with his training and they felt perhaps that he needed more time to learn his basic commands. So he was kept on lead despite his pulling in the direction of the big gate. They decided that a walk around the grounds would be a good idea to tire the little puppy out and then they would have coffee and a cake in the quadrangle restaurant.

At least that was the plan, little did they know that visiting the Palace had ignited a rush of memories in the little puppy’s head. Familiar smells, visions of men and women on horseback, kitchens, bedrooms, children in period dress. Were they ghosts or were they memories of what had been? Tedi did not know or care, he just knew that he had been there before and he felt an overwhelming draw to the place , he did not know it was a Palace. He sensed though, it was in his blood.

Mr and Mrs Graham finished their coffees more quickly then they had anticipated, as Tedi had been unsettled the whole of the time in the quadrangle café and had frankly spoiled their visit, they were relieved to wander back to their little cottage which was just on the edge of the Palace’s estate. When they got home and settled onto the sofa with their little dog, all was peaceful as Tedi was tired and he fell asleep on Mr Graham’s lap.

“He’s a funny little thing , isn’t he?” Mrs Graham said as she got up from the sofa.

” Yes, he is , we’ll have to persist with his training, I thought he was making progress, but today , well he wasn’t paying any attention to us. He nearly manoeuvred himself backwards out of his harness, I’m sure he would have been off into the kitchen if he could have.” Mr Graham replied.

“The kitchen! My that would have caused chaos. He really wanted to get into the Palace didn’t he? Shame they won’t let dogs in.” Mrs Graham said.

” Don’t think the Duke and Duchess would approve of their precious antique furniture having a leg cocked on it.”

” Honorary Duke and Duchess, they ain’t the real thing , not like in our day. Australian ain’t they? They don’t have Royalty , monied royalty , not proper royalty.”

This subject was a bone of contention between the couple, they had worked in the “big house ” for the old Duke and Duchess , twenty years before. They had been allowed to keep their tithed cottage as part of their retirement at a peppercorn rent. Mrs Graham had been Head Housekeeper and Mr Graham and been Head Gardener respectively . The real Duke and Duchess as Mrs Graham always referred to them had no issue , so there was no one to pass the Palace onto , well at least no one that was traceable.

” Issue” Mrs Graham thought as she walked into her small but tidy kitchen.” What a strange upper class word that was.”

Mrs Graham had worked for the Duchess and was with her through all the traumas of losing the babies that would have brought a succession to the family. It was never to be , eventually they had to accept that it would endanger the Duchess’s health to try any further.

The Duke, had been a wonderful husband, he threw himself into all sorts of causes to help unfortunate children and animals and he made sure that his wife was involved too. The Duke gave his Lady time to mourn but rightly so , he asked her to be involved with his projects, and it helped her greatly. The good work they had done together had been amazing. Both for animal and human welfare.

On the wall of the Graham’s kitchen there was a picture of The Duke and Duchess with their dogs Maisie and Marmaduke at one of the Great fundraising days that had been held on the Estate. The Fundraiser had turned into a very big event and the House was open to everyone, and their animals, there were horses and all sorts of domestic animals. Even an exotic animal show, where pet owners could show their pet spiders, lizards and snakes. It became an international event with all sorts of people far and wide attending. The Children and Pet Charities benefited greatly. The picture was of great comfort to Mrs Graham and she had chosen Tedi from the rescue centre as she thought he was the double of Marmaduke. He certainly had Marmaduke’s attitude as she later found out.

Mrs Graham turned on the radio to listen to some classical music as she prepared Sunday dinner. She enjoyed the peacefulness and hoped that Monday would not bring any more “letters” from the Big House and those troublesome Australians. Meanwhile, Tedi had moved himself to his own bed near the fireplace and Mr Graham had got up to water the plants in their garden.

“It had been a good day and they should count their blessings .” She thought , though in reality she was very concerned about the future.

Chapter 2

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It was two or three weeks later that Tedi realised he had to do something. The “letters” had arrived from the big House and they seemed to be very threatening. Lawyers were involved and it appeared that Mr and Mrs Graham were being asked to leave their home with nowhere else to go. Apparently they had no legal right to live their and unless they agreed to a significant increase in their monthly rent , which they simply could not afford , they would have to leave.Tedi knew something wasn’t right but he only knew this by instinct. Mrs Graham was crying a lot.

Fortunately Tedi had made a few dog friends in the village and there was much talk about how much he resembled old “Marmaduke”. Unbeknown to the Graham’s, Tedi regularly slipped out of the Graham’s little cottage and met up with the “village dogs” at night. He learned about Marmaduke from them and Marmaduke had always said that the Duke and Duchess were passing the Palace on to Marmaduke in Trust and that everyone in the village would always be looked after. Marmaduke would make sure of that.

However, all the villagers were getting letters to say they had to move out. It wouldn’t have happened in Marmaduke’s day, they said. They didn’t understand how they could do it. What had happened to the “Trust”?. There must be some sort of record , the Duke had said that it was all in writing and that everyone would be looked after.

That night in a flash of inspiration, or dog instinct. Tedi realised that he had to get into the Palace. There was a box he needed to find , he knew exactly where it was and it would have details of the Trust. He didn’t understand everything about it , but he just knew he had to find it. He told his “crew” that he needed to get into the Palace. He discussed with his “gang” , how they would break into the Palace and find what he needed to prove who the rightful owners of the Palace were.

The following night, they followed their plan and several village dogs were able to show Tedi how to get into the Palace grounds and also some underground passage ways that lead directly into the house. Other dogs would act as guards.

When they reached the iron grate that led into the Library of the Palace, there were two dogs left Tedi and Freddie as the others had stayed on guard to warn if anything untoward had happened. Tedi had a feeling that he had been here before. They were both small Jack Russells and they were extremely adept at breaking in. Tedi was thinner then Freddie who couldn’t fit through the bars, but Tedi slipped through by scrunching up his shoulders . A few seconds and he was in.

Freddie looked concerned and quizzically at Tedi. Tedi sniffed to say it was alright he’d continue alone. Tedi knew where to go. Which indeed he did, he could smell the house, Marmaduke’s scent was still there, they were like signposts to him. He came out through the kitchen and decided not to cock his leg as he didn’t really need to, but it would be natural as that would be the way to find his way back. However, he knew that wouldn’t be a problem, once he found what he was looking for, he would not need to go back. This was going to be his home.

He ran along the corridor, there were a lot of pictures hanging on the walls , big and small and statues, some of white marble ones were quite scary as they looked like real people .At this moment Tedi did not want to see any people. At the end of the corridor , he came to a massive room with a large dining table and loads of chairs. Again there were a lot of pictures on the walls with people in them and they were staring down at him. Tedi began to feel very nervous. So he ran along under the long table and when he got to the end of the room he went through the doorway which was ajar and into the hallway which he knew led to the stairway.

“So far so good ” Tedi thought. He could smell Marmaduke’s scent even stronger now.

He came to the large stairway and jumped up the stairs two at a time, he turned to the left and ran quickly down another corridor. There were rooms on either side and he knew he was looking for the “Old Duke’s Office” which was right at the end . When he reached the door , he was dismayed , it was closed and probably locked, how could he get in? He sniffed and pawed at the door, frustrated, what could he do?

It was then that Cross appeared. Cross was aware that there was an intruder in the house. The alarm from the CCTV had woken him and despite having been given his notice that morning by the new Duke and Duchess, he felt it was his duty to investigate. He had seen the little white dog running through the house as if he knew exactly where he was going. Cross thought he was seeing a ghost , he had worked for the Palace since he was sixteen and he had known Marmaduke.

Cross arrived just as Tedi was scratching helplessly at the door.

“Marmaduke, is that you?” Cross said in disbelief.

Tedi’s heart leapt into his throat and he looked up in horror at the tall man dressed in his pyjamas and dressing gown.

Tedi gave a little yelp and sat bolt upright , just like Marmaduke used to do.

” Good grief, it is you Marmie, come on let me pick you up” Cross reached out for the little dog.

Tedi let Cross pick him up in his big arms, but made it quite clear that he needed to get into the “Office”. He struggled to get down again and when his feet touched the ground again he clawed at the door with his front paws.

” Marmie, for a ghost you are very solid, but it’s great to see you , I can’t believe it. Do you want to get into the office, why?”

Tedi thought , I don’t know who Marmie is but , yes I do want to get into the “Office” so he sat looking up at Cross with his big eyes, which were just like Marmaduke’s.

Cross said . ” Well , it just so happens that I’ve got the keys, and if you want to get in that’s OK with me.” Cross unlocked the office door and Tedi rushed in and Cross followed him slowly , closing the door behind him.

Tedi looked around the room and saw the desk which he knew had a secret compartment. Only Marmaduke and the Duke knew about it. Tedi crawled underneath the desk and found the little drawer which was underneath the bottom of one of the main drawers. Instinct kicked in and he tapped with his paw three times and the drawer opened. It was dark and when Cross knelt down on his hands and knees and used a small torch to see what the little dog was doing , he watched as the drawer popped open and revealed a small gold box.

Tedi was stumped, what did the gold box mean. He couldn’t open it. He would need the man to help him. He sat up again and looked up pleading for help.

” Alright , Marmie, so this is what you were looking for? What is it, I’ll have to see if I can open it”.

Cross took the box out of the drawer and to his relief , it did not need a key and he lifted the lid. Inside there were some papers. Cross began to read them as Tedi looked up gratefully.

” Good Grief, this changes everything!”

Tedi realised his job was done, the ” Trust Papers ” had been found, there was proof that the Duke had indeed passed the Palace onto Marmaduke .Tedi was Marmadukes son and therefore Tedi was the rightful owner of the Palace. The Australians had “bought” the Palace under false pretences. They had used scurrilous means and legions of Lawyers to buy the Palace and though the Duke’s and Duchesses wishes had been known to everyone, there had been nothing found in writing , even though everyone had been sure the Lawyers had all the details. The the Law Courts had been used to prove that the Duke was not of sound mind in leaving his Estate to a dog and it’s progeny. So it and the village and been bought by them at a bargain price.

The papers though proved otherwise, Cross looked in disbelief, this dog wasn’t Marmaduke , this was his son!

” Good Boy, Good Boy! ” We wondered what had happened to you and the others. You disappeared overnight. Let me have a look , I see you’ve got a collar on.

” You live just down the road! Well my boy , this is going to be your home now! “

Cross picked up Tedi and he put the papers back in the gold box and they went back to Cross’s living quarters where , Cross gave Tedi a drink of water and some ham from his fridge. They both sat on the sofa and Cross read through the papers again and found the number for the old Duke’s Lawyer with the intention of ringing him in the morning.

Meanwhile Freddie who had waited for Tedi at the other side of the grate decided that he best go home, he hadn’t heard anything and decided he would catch up with Tedi in the morning. That the Palace must have very big fridge and that Tedi was probably eating his way through it.

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The Cuckoo In The Nest Chapter 1

A Dystopian Thriller

Chapter 1

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Martin lay in bed , he was so tired, he felt like he was going through the motions of living. Would it ever stop? Did he want it just to stop? His mind went over again and again the events of the last few years. It didn’t solve anything.

Sandy, his wife, was in their en-suite bathroom putting the finishing touches to the make-up that she so expertly put on each day. Perfecting her brow shape and applying concealer, which she felt she needed more and more of as the month’s went by. Sandy felt increasingly overwhelmed trying to keep up her Media Career as well as trying to run a household and looking after the twins. She complained to Martin about being tired all the time and of having permanent black rings around her beautiful almond shape eyes.

“Just like a fucking Panda!” she’d say to him.

Martin could not see what she meant and thought she looked much better without make-up. Sandy was driven by her ambition and only half listened to him anymore. Their two World’s were so different, Martin worked in Archeological Research and Sandy was part of the ruthless cut throat World of the Media.

When, after a few glasses of wine her tongue loosened and she told him about her work , he was uneasy. It sounded petty and brutal and totally alien to the the sweet woman he used to know. He had come to realise that the work had taken it’s toll on the beautiful fun loving girl he had met and married after graduating from the University of Bathlea. One of the top Provincial Universities specialising in Sports and Residential Training for Top Athletes, fortuitously also it had a well respected Archeology Department.

As A2’s accepted for tertiary education they had been selected for fast track and expansive leisure time rewards, with plenty of time to discover themselves in preparation for the role they were being prepared for in Society.

Sandy’s sports scholarship had been a wonderful opportunity to travel the World while she competed at the highest level in her sport , athletics, indeed she held the UK record in the 100m and 200m sprint at Junior level. Together Martin and Sandy had experienced truly uplifting and life enhancing experiences as indeed the life plan for dynamic adults in their early twenties deigned. It had been a rite of passage for two intelligent and talented people.

Now Sandy and Martin were in their early thirties, with a healthy pair of twins, a still born baby and Alex whom no one now mentioned and officially did not now exist.

They had a very large mortgage which loomed each month like an impossibly high mountain to climb, but somehow each month they managed to pay. Increasingly, the strain between them was showing and although they rarely spoke about it, losing Alex and the feeling that he had been taken away from them made them question what exactly their New Society was about. Martin felt that they were heading for disaster, a marriage split, he felt out of control. Sandy avoided the subject , it was too deep for her and Martin gave up trying to speak to her. They were just going through the motions of living.

Her A2 Procreational Contractual obligations had to be fulfilled, she was running out of prime fertility time. Sandy , at heart felt it was a priority both financially ( having children was incentivised) and emotionally to start a family. In reality her longing to have a child superseded not achieving a primetime presenting job. Martin knew Sandy wanted to be a mother. State interference had worked in both their favours on this count. It was just that it hadn’t been straightforward , nothing like what they had both imagined.

As A2’s , Martin and Sandy had been assessed thoroughly , mentally and physically. Their first child being still born , was a shock to them both. The emotional trauma along with the feeling that they had “failed the system” had been hard to bear. The labour had gone on a long time, when they finally held the limp lifeless child coddled in a soft white blanket , they both cried together for their loss.

Strangers appeared from nowhere, Government people. There were a lot of questions, a moratorium almost. Sandy discussed her whole pregnancy with them, had she missed any appointments, had she fallen at any time? Sandy had to describe in every detail her pregnancy. Martin could not believe what was happening , Sandy was in tears as she said that there had been blood pressure issues, but that she had been assured that everything was fine. The labour had perhaps gone on too long, in the end they had determined that the baby had been starved of oxygen. It was no ones fault.

Martin felt the bereavement process had been badly handled. A few hours after the birth and their interrogation, they had a discussion about the arrangements for disposal of what was described as the foetal remains. They were told that trying again was the best way to overcome their grief.

They both started the process of trying for another baby a few weeks later. The Doctor’s firmly suggested that Sandy cut back on her athletic training and she complained to Martin that she felt frumpy and frustrated. Martin had tried everything to make the process of conceiving fun and not a chore , but in the end he cottoned on to the fact that Sandy was being made to feel like a brood mare.

Sandy told him that she had even asked the Counsellor for advice on inseminating herself with Martin’s sperm. Martin felt that he was being excluded , that all Sandy wanted to do was tick a box and have a child . He dutifully filled the tube in the bathroom and then Sandy used the device to inseminate herself.

“Night” Sandy had often said without so much as a cuddle or a kiss on the cheek. Martin did not know what he had done to deserve such treatment and he felt very alone. The next morning it was back to the routine of getting up , doing her make up and going to work. It was soulless. Martin knew that Sandy had not been ready emotionally to try for another child and when Sandy announced one morning at breakfast that she was pregnant, he felt guilty that he had mixed feelings, indeed , the strain of the last three months had made him feel more like a sperm donor , than a lover or a husband.

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The Cuckoo in The Nest Chapter 2

A Dystopian Thriller

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The safe arrival of Alex was a great relief to Martin and Sandy. It had been another tough labour . The new baby brought back the joy into his and Sandy’s relationship. The initial optimism was tempered by Alex’s gradually deteriorating health . Sandy tried everything to comfort the child but nothing worked. Martin was away a lot in the first few months of Alex’s life, so each time he returned he saw a healthy growing baby, who slept a lot , but when awake could scream the house down.

Martin noticed Sandy’s trepidation as she picked up Alex to breast feed him. She had gone from a confident mother to one who simply dreaded the piercing screams Alex made . He remembered one incident , when they were all at home , and Alex was due his feed.

Sandy turned to him before picking Alex up and said. ” I’m so afraid , I’m hurting him.”

As she picked him up , the screaming started, she moved her nipple towards his mouth and he suckled for a short while and then pulled away again and started screaming again. One pediatrician had told her that Alex might be allergic to her Breast Milk, so she immediately stopped Breast Feeding and started Bottle Feeding . Things did not improve and as time went on Sandy began to feel more desperate. This was not how things should be. It was Martin who suggested a Counselling session, Post-Natal Depression was a treatable condition and the Counsellor was very helpful. It was through Counselling that Sandy voiced her concerns about Alex’s health, it was only much later that she realised it was the worse thing she could have done.

When Alex reached six months, he begin to fit regularly, and his health began to deteriorate quickly. There were numerous hospital visits and tests and the diagnosis of a rare genetic disorder came back.

Alex had inherited a defective gene, it was life limiting and he would need special care for the rest of his life. Sandy and Martin were devastated, they were A2’s , they had been screened , how could this have happened? The doctors said that there was an outside chance that the damaged genes were the result of external influences, such as environment, but that was a long shot. It was something that they hadn’t seen for some time, they would have to report it to The Authorities. The State Machine intervened and within a few days they were both asked to attend Alex’s Assessment Meeting.

Until the fateful meeting about Alex’s future , Sandy and Martin as A2‘s had never came across A1‘s. People wondered did they really exist. No one was sure and certainly Sandy and Martin had never met one. There was no identifiable career path or progression to becoming an A1. To most it was unachievable and the ambition to be one did not resonate with many, but Sandy and Martin were about to find out that they did exist and they were very powerful people.

The letter with the A1‘s names and titles inviting them to the “Assessment Centre” had come a few weeks after their last hospital appointment. Martin’s Company had already been advised about his time off work to attend and as Sandy read the details of the letter out to him while Alex was asleep upstairs, Martin saw that she was worried.

The appointment would be in the next two days, they should bring Alex along with them , as well as his medications and an overnight bag for him. He would be allocated a place in their Day Nursery, so Martin and Sandy could be free to participate in the discussion about his future care. The letter stated the attendees , which included the Counsellor who had been working with Sandy on her Post-Natal Depression.

There were three other attendees whose names Sandy nor Martin did not recognise. It was made quite clear that there was no option of declining the appointment as all the arrangements were in place. Martin , Sandy and Alex would be collected by Taxi and taken to the assessment centre. There would be no cancellations or need to rearrange.

Instinctively Sandy and Martin acknowledged together that this was indeed a crisis point and they began to talk to each other like they had not been able to do for some time. Neither had dulled their senses or loosened their tongues with a bottle of wine. Martin was getting ready to go to bed and Sandy wandered in to their ensuite bathroom as Martin was brushing his teeth: she held the letter in her hand, she stood behind him and looked over his shoulder at him in the mirror. Martin looked at Sandy’s reflection , she was pale and drawn and he knew she was very frightened.

” Something awful is going to happen, I just know it.” She stared directly at Martin’s reflection in the mirror

Martin couldn’t reply straight away as his mouth was full of electric toothbrush and toothpaste. He listened to her intently and began to rinse his mouth . When he’d dried his hands and face he turned to her , put his arm around her and gently moved her into the bedroom.

Sandy explained that a colleague of hers in the Newsroom where she worked had said that a Government Policy to remove children deemed not genetically perfect existed and over the last 30 Years or so and they had expanded the process. The Letter Sandy and Martin had received was the start, because of Alex’s condition , he would be taken away from them.

Sandy had tears in her eyes. Martin turned to her and gave her a big warm hug.

” Sandy , it’s only a meeting , nothing is finalised. Alex will be fine, he’s not going anywhere.”

Sandy whimpered as she rested her head on Martin’s shoulder, the terry-towelling of his dressing gown absorbed her tears.

“They’re going to take him away.” Sandy lifted her head and looked Martin in the eye.”

“Shhh,Shhh, don’t say that Sandy, it’s early days. We need some help with Alex’s health that’s all.” He put his hand on the nape of her neck and gently massaged her trying to soothe her.

” We just need to find out more information that’s all. It’s a meeting to discuss what’s best. They can’t do anything if we say no, Alex is our child.”

Sandy looked up again at Martin.

” Martin, they can and do. We just never hear about it. Children are taken away as a matter of course now and no one knows what happens to them. Moira at the Newsdesk said it didn’t sound good, having the letter and the meeting.” Sandy started to cry.

” Martin no one ever sees those children again.”

They both sat on the bed ,their shoulder’s touching.

“Surely that’s not possible, we have rights”. Martin was not trying to reassure Sandy anymore, he was beginning to think what she was saying was right. Alex was going to be taken away from them.”

“What exactly did this Moira in the Newsroom say?” Martin put his hand on Sandy’s hand.

” She said that I should be prepared, that it was unlikely that they’d let me keep Alex and that we would not be given any choice during the discussion’s about his welfare. It would be residential care and no contact. Basically just telling us what they were going to do and to say goodbye. We cannot refuse. All the arrangements will have been made.”

” Don’t we have any say?” Martin looked at Sandy and bowed his head, it was Sandy’s time to put her arm around Martin.

” Moira said, some parents do kick up a fuss. They run off and tell their stories, none of them reach the Mainstream Media. It might go out on an obscure satellite channel . The Parent’s win a big Court Case, and the child is amazingly cured. It’s rare, and frequently linked to some Medical Breakthrough story. Curing the incurable. An opiate, that gives the general population hope and in reality neglects the decline in real health care. Easier to destroy then try to treat.

Sandy continued ” Real investigative journalism no longer exists, but journalists still have access to information that other’s don’t . The Powers that be, see it as an effective means of dissemination of information when needed. Journalists are motivated by the “Scoop”, they call it “Taming the Tiger”, let them have their scoop. I’m really shocked how much we are controlled”. Sandy had stopped crying, she sniffed and reached for a tissue from the bedside table.

Martin was exhausted and so was Sandy . They could say little to comfort each other , but they both understood that they would face whatever happened next with a united front. They both got under the cover of the duvet and curled up beside each other and fell asleep.

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Stan and Milo The Christmas Heist

Christmas was always a difficult time for Stan, because it was at Christmas Time when he was abandoned as a puppy and was left to fend for himself on the street. Up until he was 8 months old , he had a family and then something awful happened. His family could no longer look after him and the father said it was kinder to let him loose on the streets, where someone was bound to take him in, whereas if they handed him to the shelter if he wasn’t claimed in 4 weeks then he would be put to sleep. His family were very sad but they thought they were doing the best for him.

The little pup; though he went through some very hard times and lots of adventures survived on the streets. In truth , he had lost faith in people and felt it was only other animals he could trust. He avoided getting involved with people and would only steal food when he knew he could get away with it. He was always hungry , he was very careful not to trust people, even when they offered him free food. He had heard what the man who used to care for him had said , so he was very wary.

When he met Milo, the mouse, he knew he was OK. In truth Stan was down on his luck, being so big it wasn’t easy to sneak away with food and he’d had some lucky escapes. One man had tried to throw hot oil over him. Stan was getting older and couldn’t move as fast as he used to. .Stan, though was a dog of the World , he knew how things worked and Stan knew that Milo, despite being very rich and very able at business needed looking after. So it was a good relationship, they both looked after each other’s backs.

It was their first Christmas together and Milo had put a heater in the Stan’s shed and also decorated it with some festive cheer and a new bed with an electric blanket. Secretly ,Stan was very pleased and it on Christmas night he settled into his new surroundings which were very comfortable and said goodnight to Milo as he wandered by just taking a breath of fresh air in the garden.

” See you tomorrow Stan” said Milo as he waved goodbye ” We’re having turkey for breakfast and dinner!”

Stan smiled , he knew he would now dream of turkey, but he didn’t mind, he was tired and he knew he’d sleep well.

That was unless something happened.

Which of course it did.

At 3.00 am in the morning Milo came rushing out to the garden, still in his pyjamas and with his mobile phone glued to his ear. His Big Department Store down in the city had been broken into , the alarms were going off , the Police were on their way , but the Security Guards were in real trouble. They needed help, they were being held hostage. Milo had them on the telephone and they were very scared.

Stan leaped out of bed immediately , he didn’t know the full details but he could tell Milo was very concerned.

Milo got the car out of the garage and put the phone on speaker phone. They were driving along and suddenly the voice of one of the robbers came on the speaker.

” Call the Police Off Mr Big Mouse, or else the Concierge get’s it !” Milo could hear the concierge in the background he was crying.

” Hold on, I didn’t call the Police , someone else must have, I can’t stop them, they know there’s a burglary going on. Look I’m on my way , as soon as I get there I’ll let them know, I don’t want them interfering. Please don’t hurt anyone.”

” We want access to the safe, nobody here seems to have a clue, when you get here can you come up to the fifth floor and let us into it.”

” Of course , I will! Look just don’t hurt anyone!”

Stan rolled his eyes this did not sound good. He had to start thinking of a plan and what to do.

Eventually, Stan and Milo got to the store and Milo immediately went in, he’d made a call to the Police Commissioner explaining the situation and asked that the police keep quiet and be there to help if needed. Milo promised the Commissioner that as soon as he had made sure that everyone was safe he would let him know.

So it was that Stan and Milo made there way up to the Fifth Floor of ” The Big Mouse Department Store”. That was the administrative floor and Milo had been told to come up alone and knock on one of the office doors . Which he did. Stan stealthily hid in the cleaning cupboard of the Fifth Floor, and with the headset that Milo had given him awaited further instructions.

Milo knocked on the office door he had been instructed to , he knew it was the one with the safe in it. One of the thieves opened it and roughly grabbed at him to come in. Once inside Milo saw the hostages and the thieves standing around the safe.

Milo gave a very unhappy look at the thief who was manhandling him and the leader of the thieves said.

” Leave him alone, he’s the one who can let us into the safe, so leave him be. Your going to cooperate Mr Big Mouse aren’t you?” Said the Thief in Charge.

” Yes, of course. Now let’s see if all three of you can stand aside , then I will open the safe and then we can let you get out the back way with all the money and the Police won’t see you and you can make your escape”.

” Right, that sounds like a good plan, that is if we can trust you, first though open the safe.”

” OK, let me see, right I have to turn this and then twist this lever and as soon as I do that , put the following numbers on the dial, five, four , three, two one!”

Stan leapt through the door and within seconds all the thieves were flattened underneath him and those that weren’t were unconscious as he had thrown them backwards against the wall. The Security Guards who were tied up were quickly released by Milo biting through the string binding their wrists and as the Thieves Leader regained consciousness, he was tied up and along with the other thieves.

The Police Commissioner was very pleased when he heard from Milo that everyone was safe and that the thieves had been apprehended. It didn’t take long before the thieves were led away by the Police and that Milo and Stan could go back home.

It wasn’t quite breakfast time when the two friends arrived home and they were both very tired , so they decided to go to bed and have a late breakfast.

On Christmas Day they would be able to talk to their friends about their adventure and they had even invited the Security People and their families from the store to come and share their Christmas Day with them as everything in the end had worked out alright and Milo wanted them to forget the bad bits when they had been frightened and remember how brave they had been and how it had all worked out alright because of Stan.

A good time was had by all, and Stan didn’t mind that Milo exaggerated his role, certainly he didn’t remember Milo giving an uppercut to the jaw of the biggest thief, but then again it was a good story and everyone enjoyed it. There was loads of turkey too, enough even for Stan.

The End

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