Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The King is most annoyed!

The King strutted about his court. He had sent his underlings away, such was his mood. The events of the last few weeks had sorely tried his patience. First it was his Defence Minister and then the Head of his security forces.
The King was frustrated by their behaviours. Surely they above the antics that he had been watching, and hearing; played out in the most public manner. The town crier was even taking part in disseminating the latest news and his palace officials were spending all of their spare time in spreading the stories.
How could the King trust his servants if their masters were involved in such public behaviours that could only bring the Royal Family to a position where the public would be laughing at him every time he ventured out into the city?
His Defence Minister had resigned of course (with a great deal of persuasion from the King himself) and the Head of Security was to follow soon. It was all about the rumours of an extremely ‘bad taste’ affair between the Minister and his publicist. The King had never been happy with that exalted position, believing that he alone should be the beneficiary of such functions. Nevertheless, he had gone along with the idea in an attempt to portray the ‘Crown’ as forward thinking and ‘modern.’
Now, the public were laughing, especially when they heard that the whole affair had been leaked by the wife of his Head of Security.’ It was all quite beyond the King. Now, he had to attend a conference in the neighbouring Kingdom, where the focus was already building on the strange and embarrassing state of affairs in his own Kingdom. It was enough to make the King consider abdicating. Where would that leave his people?

Get pissed, smoke drugs, take 'P' and guess what!

‘I love you honey but I’m not staying---not until you get your shit together! I mean, look at you. All you care about is your next hit. The bills aren’t paid and our savings have gone. Our kids aren’t stupid. Do you really think they don’t know what you’re doing? Jesus man, can’t you see what you’re doing. James has gone. God knows where and your daughter is heading; the daughter who adores you. I can’t get anywhere near her latley. And then there’s me. I can’t take this anymore!’

Many families in many countries face the problem of parents who makes bad choices. Roskill explores the ramifications for a family when the dad becomes involved in the world of ‘P’ (Methamphetamine). The kids find their own way of coping, culminating in a dangerous situation for the daughter. The son heads out of the city in an attempt to escape the troubles his dad has brought on the family.
It is only when their mum digs deep and takes a brave, yet dangerous decision that there is a flicker of hope. Roskill is the book that every parent should read in order to understand the effects of their behaviours on their families and every teenager should read to see that there is hope.
Roskill is out now and available through my website or directly through me. www.authorneilcoleman.com   and neilcolemanauthor@gmail.com