The Game of Shepherd and Dawse by William Shepherd Page A
Authors: William Shepherd
Tags: esoteric fiction, spiritual books spiritual healing personal growth, understanding the world, parables for today, understanding self, understanding reality
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years ago, things for Joe would really have been quite miserable.
Sally shifted her stance and then fixed her sights on Charlie. “What about you, my darling? How about donating some of your pocket money, hmmm”? Sally’s voice took on a syrupy, yet bullying tone.
“I would, Ms Sour, but Mam doesn’t earn enough to give me any pocket money”.
This wasn’t far from the truth either. Angela always managed to give Charlie whatever he wanted, as long as she could afford it, and Charlie had never been a greedy child so he never became spoilt.
Sally was miffed with his reply. “Well, never you mind, dear. It doesn’t do us any harm to suffer from time to time”, she said in her most condescending of tones.
Their responses to her righteous request had annoyed Sally Sour to no end. While she knew that neither of them really had a pound to spare, in her head she had put Joe down for at least £20 and estimated another £2 for Charlie. A scowl crawled across her face as she realized she'd have to knock on many more doors that week to reach her godly goal, even though this had only been her first stop.
Realising there were no rich pickings to be found with Joe and Charlie, Sally bade them a hasty adieu. Over the week, she eventually managed to collect £27.32 and at her church that Sunday she took great delight in boasting how she had collected the most out of everyone – with her whopping £7.08.
After their joyous encounter with Sally, Joe looked Charlie straight in the eyes and said, “There's one thing in your life, Charlie, I don't ever want you to do and that is to have anything to do with Sally Sour and that silly little church of hers. She pretends to be all high and mighty but I've got more faith in my little toenail than that woman has in her whole body! She’s a charlatan, that one. I’m not saying they’re all bad, but places filled with people like her and her mates – just steer clear of, ok”?
“What’s a charlatan, Joe”?
“Basically someone who's pretending to be someone they're not and usually for not-so-good motives. Most politicians are charlatans. They give it all smiles and pretend they're in it for the good of the people, but they only tend to look after themselves and their mates in the end”.
“So are all politicians charlatans then, Joe”? Charlie asked, a bit confused.
“No, not all of them. Every once in a while, you do get a good one”, Joe said. “But those folks never last long”.
Charlie found it hard to understand how someone who was good at their job didn’t last long but like Joe always used to say, 'Nothing in politics makes sense – not for the working class anyway’.
Charlie liked it when Joe used words he didn’t understand and Joe liked it when Charlie asked him to explain what those words meant. Because of this, Charlie was very good at English in school, and even though Joe wasn’t a teacher per se, he did have a good knack for teaching things in an enjoyable way.
It was Friday evening and Charlie was at Joe’s as usual until Angela had finished work. It had been a few days since Joe had last read about the story of Shepherd and Dawse. They were both sitting in the living room and the light had started to fade. There wasn’t anything on the telly worth watching so Joe decided to get ‘The Chronicles of Us’ down from the bookshelf and share a bit more of the story. This delighted Charlie no end, as he had really been looking forward to seeing what was going to happen to Aman. Aman reminded him so much of his own mum that he felt rather close to the character. Joe put on his reading glasses and opened the book to where he had left off and began to narrate.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE HUNT BEGINS
“ If you expect the unexpected, then it ceases to be the unexpected, just don’t expect it all the time”.
~ Billy Herd
The next morning, Shepherd Wood's best
Sally shifted her stance and then fixed her sights on Charlie. “What about you, my darling? How about donating some of your pocket money, hmmm”? Sally’s voice took on a syrupy, yet bullying tone.
“I would, Ms Sour, but Mam doesn’t earn enough to give me any pocket money”.
This wasn’t far from the truth either. Angela always managed to give Charlie whatever he wanted, as long as she could afford it, and Charlie had never been a greedy child so he never became spoilt.
Sally was miffed with his reply. “Well, never you mind, dear. It doesn’t do us any harm to suffer from time to time”, she said in her most condescending of tones.
Their responses to her righteous request had annoyed Sally Sour to no end. While she knew that neither of them really had a pound to spare, in her head she had put Joe down for at least £20 and estimated another £2 for Charlie. A scowl crawled across her face as she realized she'd have to knock on many more doors that week to reach her godly goal, even though this had only been her first stop.
Realising there were no rich pickings to be found with Joe and Charlie, Sally bade them a hasty adieu. Over the week, she eventually managed to collect £27.32 and at her church that Sunday she took great delight in boasting how she had collected the most out of everyone – with her whopping £7.08.
After their joyous encounter with Sally, Joe looked Charlie straight in the eyes and said, “There's one thing in your life, Charlie, I don't ever want you to do and that is to have anything to do with Sally Sour and that silly little church of hers. She pretends to be all high and mighty but I've got more faith in my little toenail than that woman has in her whole body! She’s a charlatan, that one. I’m not saying they’re all bad, but places filled with people like her and her mates – just steer clear of, ok”?
“What’s a charlatan, Joe”?
“Basically someone who's pretending to be someone they're not and usually for not-so-good motives. Most politicians are charlatans. They give it all smiles and pretend they're in it for the good of the people, but they only tend to look after themselves and their mates in the end”.
“So are all politicians charlatans then, Joe”? Charlie asked, a bit confused.
“No, not all of them. Every once in a while, you do get a good one”, Joe said. “But those folks never last long”.
Charlie found it hard to understand how someone who was good at their job didn’t last long but like Joe always used to say, 'Nothing in politics makes sense – not for the working class anyway’.
Charlie liked it when Joe used words he didn’t understand and Joe liked it when Charlie asked him to explain what those words meant. Because of this, Charlie was very good at English in school, and even though Joe wasn’t a teacher per se, he did have a good knack for teaching things in an enjoyable way.
It was Friday evening and Charlie was at Joe’s as usual until Angela had finished work. It had been a few days since Joe had last read about the story of Shepherd and Dawse. They were both sitting in the living room and the light had started to fade. There wasn’t anything on the telly worth watching so Joe decided to get ‘The Chronicles of Us’ down from the bookshelf and share a bit more of the story. This delighted Charlie no end, as he had really been looking forward to seeing what was going to happen to Aman. Aman reminded him so much of his own mum that he felt rather close to the character. Joe put on his reading glasses and opened the book to where he had left off and began to narrate.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE HUNT BEGINS
“ If you expect the unexpected, then it ceases to be the unexpected, just don’t expect it all the time”.
~ Billy Herd
The next morning, Shepherd Wood's best
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