Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.






Friday, June 7, 2019

Secrets



For my story Secrets

The first day at my government job so I was happy when my supervisor said he wanted to show me something not too many employees knew about.

“I shouldn’t let you into these secret government files,” Alfred stated.
“That’d be no fun; I’d love to know everything they’ve been hiding.”
“You can’t see everything but maybe I could show you this one file about our parents.”
“Our parents…huh?”
“You know that vaccine, the one that left them with a huge scar?”
I nodded. I read the file expecting maybe that the manufacturer goofed making the needle too big.
“Pretty wild huh.”
“It says that our parents were imprinted with a DNA scanner tracker that the government can track any citizen that got this. Holy cow everyone should know about this.”
“You can’t tell anyone.”
“But I have to this is big,” I protested.
Just then the big boss came in the room and sounded angry, “Alfred, vaccination are important, if people believe your scam then they won’t vaccinate.” Then turning to me he said, “I have the scar, see Randy?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you think I’d still have one if the government could track me with it?”
“No.”
“Alfred you are officially on leave. Randy can handle your job until you come back next week.”

Alfred didn’t come back. I’m still on the job and although the vaccination story wasn’t true I could tell you a few stories that could raise your hair; but I won’t I love my job.
©Sheilagh Lee  June 6, 2019

Saturday, May 4, 2019

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Sheriff Bullet is devastated when Desk Sergeant Penny Ambercrombie is critically injured responding to a plane crash. Wanting to find the people responsible Bullet delves into only to find himself neck deep in Feds and cyber-warfare. One of the victims may be a Driftwood resident, the daughter of a computer magnet. Sheriff Bullet soon learns his own daughter and aunt have been kidnapped and maybe in greater danger if the Feds find out. Walking a fine line between withholding information and helping the Feds, he must trust that his Uncle Tommy can find his family members before the kidnappers find them useless. Before he’s done, Sheriff Bullet may find a conspiracy that reaches into the heart of American democracy and coming full circle, back to Driftwood once again.


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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Spring?


“If it isn’t torrential raining, it’s blizzardy. I’m sick off winter. It’s like a circus elephant doing tricks no one wants to see,” I complained.
“We’ve had one of the shortest winters I remember so far; what three months? You’re such a whiner.”
“Shut-up Jack we can never afford  a winter vacation… “
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too; it’s just this weather; cold wet dreary and never ending. We’re in this together I love you.”
“I love you too. It will end soon and spring will come, then summer.”

The doorbell rang and I wondered who the heck that could be all my friends were away on their vacations. I peered through the peephole.

“Delivery,” a man said standing holding something wrapped in brown paper and plastic.
Cautiously I opened the door and the man handed me the parcel. I took inside and noted it was addressed to me. Opening it I saw a window box with glorious blooming flowers and nestled in amongst them an envelope. I opened the envelope and it contained two tickets to Phoenix Arizona and a note that said, 

Surprise my love, I’ve been working tons of overtime; we’re booked off the next two days and now we can have our vacation. 
P.S. Don’t worry about the flowers, April says they’ll be blooming when we get back.
Happy Early Anniversary
Love Jack
I smiled and began to pack.

Jack and I had fun and returned renewed and refreshed, my flowers a welcome burst of spring.
©Sheilagh Lee  March 25 2019

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Sunset Gardens


I won an honourable mention from Siobhan Muir's  Week-354



Sunset Gardens

           The woman held her granddaughter tenderly in her arms and smiled, it was so wonderful to be a grandmother. She kissed the new-born baby’s head and held her tight rocking her back and forth. She then took out a bottle holding it to the babe’s lift she fed the hungry baby.
How she loved this baby her heart was full. Time went by and the baby was toddler. She loved it when the parents brought the baby to her. She remembered when her daughter was this small and she had held her in her arms. Her daughter had brought so much joy and now little Emily had done the same.
     She watched as the baby toddled across the floor.

Across the hall a woman in scrubs asked, “What do you hear?”
“I hear a woman looking after a baby.”
“That’s correct a lot of dementia and mentally ill patients go back to a happier time in their minds. Amelia is ninety years old and she lost her daughter, son-in law and young granddaughter about twenty five years ago to a drunk driver ; she hasn’t ever been able to face that so she lives her own world where they still live and she babysits her grandchild.”
“So what do we do?”
“We agree with her that her grandchild is beautiful when she asks and allow her to play with the doll and call it Emma.”
“I can do that,” the aide claimed.
“Good you’ll do well here at Sunset Gardens.”
©Sheilagh Lee  March 15 2019

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Familiar


   Familiar

     The first day on my job as the head librarian I encountered him. It seems the library came with a ghost. The ghost, William Barkley had once owned the property that had been converted into a library.
William wanted my help to find his true love, Ginny. He said he only had until Christmas Eve and then he would disappear. I was a librarian we were taught to find the impossible so I’d try. With William’s help I’d been at it a week scouring records. We only had another three days. Who was this mysterious Ginny?
“Annie?”

William disappeared.

“Grandma Ferris, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for you, Gail. You said you’d come for supper.”
“I’m sorry. I was busy searching for something for a patron and lost time.”
“Ginny?” William asked reappearing.
“Where did you come from?” Grandma asked and then growing pale she said, “William? How dare you share the same space that’s it I’m leaving.”

Ginny was Grandma? Of course; why hadn’t I realized Ginny was short for Virginia?

“Ginny please, I can explain.”
“You have to be kidding.”
“Please, I needed to see you one last time and make clear what happened. I was murdered.”
“Nonsense. You’re standing in front of me.”
“I’m a ghost Ginny; stuck in limbo until you forgive me.”

I tried to touch his arm to show grandma he was telling the truth.

“You are a ghost!” Grandma said clutching her chest.
Grandma then fell to the floor and continued to clutch her chest. William tried to hug her or at least comfort her.

“I know that my murder kept me from meeting you.”
“I waited hours for you to come and when you didn’t…”
“I’m sorry Ginny.”
“You left me pregnant and alone. My daddy made me marry a hard man who drank and never made me forget I was soiled goods.”
“This man was daddy’s father?” I demanded to know.
“I have a son?”
“And a granddaughter, she standing right in front of you,” Grandma admitted.

I swear William smiled at me.
“Who did you marry?”
“Burton Parmeter.”
“Burton killed me. Where can I find the bastard? I want to haunt him.”
“He died last year.”
“I love you, Ginny.”
“I love you too William.”
With that the spirit seemed to leave Grandma’s body and when I looked up I saw her ghost a young woman standing beside a now young William.
“We love you, Gail. We have to go now but we will be around even if you can’t see us.”

With that they disappeared and I never saw them again but once in awhile I felt their presence and sometimes books would fly off the shelf at my feet sending me messages of love.
©Sheilagh Lee  March 13  2019

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Trust is a two way street

Trust is a two way street

      Waiting for hours I stared at steel walls, the room windowless and as cold as you expected a government office to be. Finally the door was opened and a man sat down across the table from me.

“Do I need to explain why you are here?”
“Ah yes, I think you have the wrong person,” I muttered.
“You’re Delilah Redbone! You know why you here.”
“Spell it out for me.”
“Stop playing games were talking about your ability to walk through walls; your government needs your services.”
“If I can walk through walls why haven’t I left here?”
“They’re lined with lead that prohibits your abilities.”
Someone had ratted me out my ex-Geoff must have told them or was it my ex-Charlie who didn’t take the memory eraser from my friend Tina.
“So what’s the job?”
“We want you to enter the Russian Embassy and remove some papers.”
“Not a chance, bub,” I answered.
“The one-time payment for this is 5 million dollars.”
“If I do this, you leave me alone and never call on me again,” I insisted.
“Of course.”

       Last week I did the job retrieved the papers dropped them off collecting the money. My name is now, Cecilia Brooks now and I live in Canada. I stay off social media and try not to take good pictures from government identification. I work in a bank and borrow a few bucks when I need them. Lead doesn’t keep me out, one thing they don’t know. So if they get me I can escape. As for dating I’m not as trusting anymore so I have a new guy every night maybe someday I'll trust again then I'll find someone.
©Sheilagh Lee  February 20,  2019

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Inheritance


    
Inheritance

      I watched my father limbered up the steps of the nursing home dragging my terrified gran behind him. He touted this home as a palace a place where the old are cared for as if family members. He had enough money he could have paid someone to look after her.

“Nothing but serenity and bliss,” I heard him say loudly to gran and I hated him with passion. Gran had sacrificed and done without so he could get an education at Harvard. When Mom died she stepped in and raised me since dad was never around.

Dad thought he had conservatorship over Gran's person and fortune but as soon as he left I’d produce the papers remove her from this place and make sure he never saw her again. I’d already gotten a judge to issue a restraining order against my father; but I’d not call the police unless he came after gran.

He left and I entered the place. It was dingy and the residents sat in wheelchairs in their own filth. I wished I’d had the guts to come in sooner as I saw gran crying.

“You always said dry your eyes my pet, tomorrows another day,”
“Meghan?”
“Yes it’s me and we’re going away from this place.”
“Where?”
I whispered in her ear, “Florida,” and she grinned from ear to ear.

Gran and I lived in a nice home on the beach. She loved the warmth and didn’t need any extra caregiver. We bought the nursing home and gave the people there a place that was worthy of their last days. Gran died last month after twenty years with me. She was ninety five and happy. Dad’s trying hard in court to seize her assets; but my lawyer’s about to tell him gran and I spent most of her funds and what she didn’t want to spend she put in my name.
©Sheilagh Lee  January 15, 2019