Just a note. I have a lot of health problems, terminal cancer being the most serious, and recently I’ve started several alternative therapies that have all helped, some more and some less. They are, however, time-consuming. So I may not write fan fiction as much as a result. I’m not saying I won’t write any, but the posts may be few and far between. I just have to prioritize and there are only so many hours in the day. I’ve had a lot of fun doing this and hopefully its been enjoyable for some other folks as well. And the site will be here for whoever finds it, the stories, for what they’re worth, being new to them. 🙂
And just a thought for all the people out there who think that The Prisoner is just cool fiction at best, and that George Orwell’s “1984” can’t happen, I offer you this …
In times of profound social change like the present, extreme views hold out the appeal of simplicity. By ignoring the complexity of the forces that shape our personal and collective circumstances, they offer us scapegoats. Yet they fail to provide a viable pathway from the cold war to the global village.
Source: It Takes A Village, by Hillary Clinton, p.286 Sep 25, 1996 Be seeing you.
Man’s best friend has an undeniable kindness. Pity it doesn’t go along with the name.
“A Man’s Best Friend is … ”
He’d seen it for only a moment. Large, white, gliding across the water. And then it seemed to sink. Gone. It looked like a downed weather balloon. But the sinking wasn’t like a balloon filled with … ? He walked along the beach, hoping to get another glimpse. He saw water surging, bubbling up, and then … Nothing. A family on a day’s outing was enjoying the sun further on. A boy played with his puppy. He strained to see any more evidence of the “balloon”. John Drake walked on. He heard the boy calling, “Rover! Here boy!” A boy and his dog.
“Welcome to The Village.”
“Welcome to The Village! May I help you?” “Why do you call it that?” “The Village? We thought it comforting. Customers are number one here.” Odd name for a book shop. “Are you looking for something? I’ll help if able. Including,” he put fingers together and ran them across his lips, zipping them. “A still tongue makes a happy life.” “A guide to Italy.” “We have this. One pound even.” He took the book. “Yes,” and he opened his wallet. “Thank you. Enjoy!” “Thanks.” The clerk said, “Be seeing you!” “And you.” Extended holiday. But first to tender his resignation.
A part of Portmeirion, the real-life filming location for exterior shots of the Village, the fictional setting of the 1960s UK television series The Prisoner. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)