
Flashes of Inspiration
Jonathan Powers, award-winning playwright, sits at his mahogany desk in his penthouse overlooking the Thames and stares vacantly into space.
Half an hour has passed since he heard the devastating news. It seems Miss Clarke lost control of her car, the policeman had informed him, and hit a tree. Sadly, she didn’t survive.
Miss Clarke, his dedicated personal assistant, who had idolised him and hung on his every word. Miss Clarke, who had devoted her life to him, attending to his every need. Miss Clarke, who had expected so little in return.
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Miss Clarke’s working day began at 9 am. It would rarely end before midnight. Yesterday was no exception. The deadline for Jonathan Powers’ new play was looming and the vital twist in the final Act continued to elude him. He paced the floor in a foul mood; it was Miss Clarke who had borne the full brunt of it.
Driving home, mentally exhausted, what was uppermost in her mind? Her warm, comfortable bed? Or the memory of Jonathan Powers’ face, contorted with rage, spewing verbal abuse?
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The shock of Miss Clarke’s death has temporarily shielded Jonathan Powers from the full impact it will have on his life.
He will not meet that deadline. And he will never again write a successful play.
How easy it had been to exploit the vulnerable and besotted Miss Clarke. Rob her of any recognition for the brilliant flashes of inspiration that, over the years, had injected humour and emotion into his lacklustre plays. Given them life, without which, they would never have enjoyed their long runs.
And, on that fateful night, when she’d struggled so desperately to summon the inspiration Jonathan Powers demanded, and was now so dependent on, how easy it had been to crush her adoring heart.
What was Miss Clarke’s state of mind as she headed home? How did she come to lose control of her car on a quiet, familiar road?
These are questions that will continue to haunt Jonathan Powers over the long years ahead. No longer the darling of the theatre… a reclusive and forgotten man.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThat’s a very powerful and thought-provoking piece of writing, Linda. Hopefully a lesson in there for other people who take their PA’s for granted. Nicely done!
Thanks Carrie. Hopefully there aren’t too many Jonathan Powers about.
A story full of emotions. If only he had showed her how much he valued her work. Now, without her he is nothing.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleSomething else he will ponder during the years ahead. Thanks for your comment Genya, much appreciated.
Loved it Linda! You portrayed a classic example of a parasitic relationship and exploitation. Inspiration is not something one summons at command. One is left wondering if Miss Clarke just had enough…
The pain of a heart being broken can lead to so many things. Thanks so much for your kind comment Greene, I’m really glad you liked my story.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is such a compelling story that brings many work relationships into perspective. Sadly, too often people in positions of authority will abuse this privilege by verbally abusing those who strive to please them. This was well written and definitely thought-provoking.
Marianna, I totally agree. Thanks for your comment and support.
This story is heartbreaking. I wish people will not take for granted those who are there for them, stay for them, praise them, and do everything to please them.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleIt’s very sad isn’t it Lotchie that people are taken advantage of. Thank you for your comment.
Yes, Linda. I agree. Hope they will realize that.
Hello again Linda, another powerful piece of writing from you. The story you wrote can be read not just from Miss Clark’s (I like the way that you have not given Miss Clark a first name) or Mr Jonathan Powers situation (I like the reason you chose the name Powers) but it can be every teenager, ha, ha. And fit into the lives of all those who are selfish, even to a… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI’m so glad you recognised the relevance of my character names Eric. I always enjoy going through the naming process; they can have such an influence on a story. Thank you for the top marks, you are too kind. I really appreciate them coming from you.
I’m sure Miss Clarke would not want Jonathan to waste his life…perhaps he will change his ways and be an inspiration to others. We can only hope, although I suspect he will wallow for the rest of his life. A great interpretation of the theme, Linda. I enjoyed it very much 🙂
Thank you Sandra. Personally I don’t hold out much hope for Jonathan, unfortunately he is what he is. I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleAn excellent piece of writing, Linda! My thoughts went to the recent, award winning movie The Wife, with a similar relationship where the man became successful and famous. I’m sure that there are many narcissistic and demanding Jonathans out there and likewise many Miss Clarkes, working hard without being appreciated. A very powerful story!
I’ve not seen that movie Christer, I will have to check it out. Interesting that you should mention a movie because when I wrote my story I imagined the voice of my narrator to be that of George Sanders, the actor. He narrates the first scene of ‘All About Eve’, a 1950s movie and his voice had just the right tone I wanted for my story. Thanks very much for your comment,… Read more »
Your story stimulates careful consideration, Linda. Jonathan Powers fails to appreciate the value of his secretary and thereby represents the common human folly.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleVery true Dipayan. Thank you for reading and commenting.
You’re welcome, Linda.