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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.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 15

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 15

Beautiful, adjective: pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically; of a very high standard; excellent.

Desperate, adjective: feeling, showing, or involving a hopeless sense that a situation is so bad as to be impossible to deal with; (of an act or attempt) tried in despair or when everything else has failed; having little hope of success; (of a situation) extremely bad, serious, or dangerous; (of a person) having a great need or desire for something; (of a person or fight) violent or dangerous.

Hush, verb: make (someone) be quiet or stop talking; be quiet; suppress public mention of something; noun: a silence. 

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Home for Christmas - Part 15

    The day after Christmas James rented a sleigh and invited Celina along with us.  I thought it was a very sweet and romantic gesture too include her. The snow drifted down and it glistened on the ground all around us making the scene so beautiful like out of a picture postcard. 

   Celina seemed shy and withdrawn around James but she seemed to enjoy the sleigh and horses. She sat beside me and I sat beside James who had brought a warm blanket and apple cider for our ride. Celina told me to hush went I whispered it. When we arrived back to the hotel Celina sloughed off to her room and I wondered about her attitude then I remembered her uncle and I understood she didn’t trust men.

     I was surprised to see he hadn’t travelled with his manservant, Derek. I was used to see fresh pressed shirts and theatre tickets delivered by Derek but this time he did all these grand gestures himself.

    I ventured to ask about Derek and he told me that he had fired him because he found out he spied on James, for James’ father. In fact he felt Derek had prejudiced his father against me. I was offended and wondered what I had done to make Derek dislike me but then I remembered how I had talked of Kyle and how I had loved him. Of course Derek had disliked me because he cared about James. His desperate attempt to save James had ended in his dismissal. I felt sorry for Derek and said so to James.

   “That’s what I love about you, Melanie. Even when someone is mean to you; you still defend them,” James commented.

    He charmed me at every opportunity and I felt like I fast fell in love with him, but something held me back from admitting it...maybe it was that I still faced jail unless my parents proved I knew I was innocent of killing Kyle and shooting Scotty. The Christmas week went by quickly and soon it was New Year’s Day and I had spent the entire week with James. Scott was still in the medically induced coma and I was still out on bail.  The test results came back confirming that Celina’s baby was also her uncle’s and I was sure that would vindicate me but the wheels of justice move slow and I hadn’t even had my preliminary hearing.

   My mother and father were still at my side, but daddy told me had other cases starting tomorrow so he’d have to fly home to London. I knew I shouldn’t have doubts after all mother had taken a leave of absence from her judgeship, but I was still scared.
New Year’s Day my mother’s cell phone rang. Scotty was awake.

©Sheilagh Lee  April 22, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 14

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 14

Caress, verb: touch or stroke gently or lovingly; noun: a gently loving touch.

Glance, verb: take a brief or hurried look; hit something at an angle and bounce off obliquely; (especially of light) reflect off something with a brief flash; noun: a brief or hurried look.

Pout, verb: push one's lips or one's bottom lip forward as an expression of petulant annoyance or in order to make oneself look sexually attractive; (of a person's lips) be pushed forward; noun: a pouting expression. 

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Home for Christmas - Part 14

    “Sorry. Melanie. I couldn’t resist,” James said as he pulled his lips from mine, but still caressed my hand.
    “How did you get here?” I asked stunned.
    “You conjured me up because you needed me my love?” James quipped.

     I arched my eyebrow.

   “Okay, my dad sent me to Thunder Bay on some business for his oil company. I’m the vice president now. I met with the clients and planned to leave today and drive to London, but there you were,” James answered.

    I made a face.

   “You could always read me when I wasn’t telling the truth. I did come here to Thunder Bay on some business for his oil company and I did plan on driving and surprising you today but I heard what happened to you,” James admitted.
  “The news about the murder was on the radio and I’m afraid they mentioned your name and that you’re out on bail. So I looked around and found you,” James answered.
  “Oh, and yet you’re still interested in me?”
  “Melanie, I told you. I love you. I let you go to find yourself, sure you’d find your way back to me. I’m so sorry that you’ve found yourself in such a difficult situation, but I’m sure your parents can get you out of this. Not only that, but I’ve taken a leave of absence until you get this situation is resolved. I won’t let you down Melanie I’ll be here with you.”

    I was speechless. He really did love me enough to drop everything for me, but I wasn’t about to jump from the frying pan into the fire. I didn’t believe myself in love with him. I glanced over him waiting for some response to me. I liked him sure, but my feelings were all jumbled up now and I couldn’t discern them. I had to tell him I couldn't string him along.

  “I’m not ready yet, James,” I answered.
  “I know, but when you are I’ll be here,” he answered, “Let’s just enjoy the day.”
  “Who are you?” my dad asked coming to stand beside me.
  “James Van Cleef, sir,” James answered.
  “The James?” my dad asked.

   I nodded.

  “This is a surprise would you care to join us for our skate, James?” my father invited.
  “Thank-you, sir. I’d like to share in your Christmas traditions.” James continued.
  “Wonderful. The skate rental is over there,” my dad said.

  James walked over to the skate rental and we saw him pull out some money and passed it to the attendant to rent some skates.

 “Who is that man Melanie?” my mother asked coming up beside me off the ice followed by Celina.
 “Yes, Mel who is the hot guy?” Celina asked.
 “An old boyfriend,” I answered.
 “Definitely not so old. He still wants you,” Celina exclaimed.
 “I don't like this,my mother pouted.
 “Quiet, dear,”my father said, and my mother oddly hushed.

  All conversation ended when James sat on the bench near us to put on his skates.

    “Who is this?” James asked.
   “My foster sister, Celina,” I answered.
   “A pleasure to meet you Celina. Good thing I saw you with Melanie and her family awhile ago. I was able to buy this for you and I already had this for Melanie,” James replied producing two small wrapped packages from his coat pocket.
  “Can I open this now?” Celina asked, smiling.
  “Sure, you first,” James replied which made me like him even more.
Celina opened it to pull out a pearl necklace.
  “Is this real?” she asked her eyes as big as saucers.
  “Yes,” James replied, “Let me help you put them on.”

    James then helped Celina put on the pearls. Mother produced a compact to show Celina what it looked like on and Celina smiled some more touching them gently like she couldn’t believe they were hers.

  “Thank-you James,” Celina stated, “do open yours Melanie. I want to see what he bought you.”

   I opened mine to find a charm bracelet. The first charm on the bracelet was a small silver horse, to signify our first date where we rode horses on James father’s estate outside of Calgary. The second charm in the shape of a piece of pizza for our first meal, the third a small goblet for the wedding James took me to on our third date. On and on it went, signifying celebrations and happy times enshrined.

  “Do you like it Melanie?” he asked, “I searched everywhere for the charms.”
  “I love it thank-you, James, but I feel bad, I have nothing for you.”
  “I’ll take a skate or two around the rink,” James said.

   I whispered into my mother’s and father's ear instead and they nodded.

   “I’ll give you that, but I’d really like if you could join us for Christmas,” I invited.
   “Thank-you Melanie. I’d hope you’d ask. I’d love that.” James answered.

   The snow continued to fall down and it seemed magical; as we skated around to the Christmas music they played. After two hours we were frozen and sought refuge in our living room area of the hotel. Father had ordered an extra Christmas Eve meal so James joined us. Then we went to Christmas Eve services at midnight returning to open presents. All and all it was a wonderful Christmas, Celina loved all her gifts and so did we all. James returned to his hotel and we all went to bed. But I didn’t sleep not right away my mind worked on things James had said to me.

   Why had James been so sure he’d be welcome? I’d broken up with him telling him that I still thought about Kyle and I wanted to find out if the feelings were still there. James had told me I could have whatever freedom I wanted but he hoped that I would return to him. Yet he hoped to spend Christmas with me, without as much as a phone call. Did he think that the murder made me weak and vulnerable?

    He’d told me he’d arrived four days ago in Thunder Bay; which meant he was in town when Kyle was murdered, and Scotty had been injured. I’d have to ask him a few questions in the morning. I only hoped that this wouldn't ruin our blossoming friendship.

©Sheilagh Lee  April 15, 2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Pet

Three Word Wednesday-  Pet

I'm stepping away from 'Home for Christmas' this week, but I'll be back with the next installment, next Wednesday.

Flimsy, adjective: comparatively light and insubstantial; easily damaged; (of clothing) light and thin; (of a pretext or account) weak and unconvincing.

Hungry, adjective: feeling or displaying the need for food; causing hunger; having a strong desire or craving.

Tense, adjective: (especially of a muscle or someone's body) stretched tight or rigid; (of a person) unable to relax because of nervousness, anxiety, or stimulation; (of a situation, event, etc.) causing or showing anxiety and nervousness; verb: become tense, typically through anxiety or nervousness; [with object] make (a muscle or one's body) tight or rigid.

My Pet 

     I was born with two litter mates. Bigger than the other two I got lots of milk and affection from my mother. Then the people came children adults and others peering at me. When the children came I’d run and hide while my litter mates would play with the children and purr up against them. First one and then the other disappeared with people. It was then that she arrived, a single woman alone. She coaxed me out from under the sofa I hid.  She spoke to me softly and held me close up to her chest and I liked it. I began to purr and she said I’ll call you Tuxedo.
    She took me home to what she called an apartment, a small space where I could run and peer out a window way up high. I thought that she would always be there, but every day she left for hours at a time and I wait watching out the window looking at the sky until she come home and fill my dishes again. She seemed unhappy that I’d claw her furniture and put rents in the flimsy material. Didn’t she understand that need? Silly human. One day she took me to a man, a vet she called him and I grew tense and very scared. He plunged a pointing thing into me and it hurt my bum. When I woke up she wasn’t there I was in a cage and my back feet hurt. I my claws and panicked they weren’t there. What had this vet done to me? When the man came hissed and bit him. He snarled. Still no sweet lady. Had she forgotten me?  
    She came and took me home; but not for long soon she took me to another place where there were many animals in cages. I cried and whimpered for her to come back but she didn’t.
    I was taken home with another lady who kept me four years then returned me to my cage.  When people came, I decided I would not be friendly. Why should I?  Attached to a human, I thought I owned them and then they’d return me like a sweater, or something brought home in a bag. I deserved better; but then she walked in an older lady with waves of sadness and loneliness coming off of her. She needed me I could sense it. She seemed awkward at first not knowing how to communicate with me. I could tell she’d never been around cats but that was okay. Trainable might be a better choice. Look at those humans that took me home they thought they knew all about cats but condemned me for being me. She would make a better pet.
    I sauntered up to the front of the cage and purred at her and she was hooked. She then passed some paper over to the people who help him in the cage and they took him out and passed her to the lady. I purred in her arms and I felt her melt. 
    She took me home and with her there was no silly baby talk. No, she talked to me like I was rightfully her companion. She called me Rudolph Valentino, a fitting name much better than that silly Tuxedo name. She shortened it to Rudy and I responded to it. We became the best of friends as I taught her how I always sat where I liked whether it was in her lap, in her favourite chair, or under the covers in our bed. I even nibble at her toast out of politeness. I would greet our guests at the door or by joining them while they sat at the table jumping up on the table and accepting their petting me.  I turned on the light on the table with my paw when it grew dark; my pet was well cared for.
    Two of her frequent visitors came every week and when they left they take her out of the house; but they always brought her back with food for her and me. They never let us go hungry, so when they came I always greeted them and let them pet me.
   She’d notice when I didn’t feel well and take me to a nice lady vet who’d make me feel better.  She allowed me to race back and forth in her house and  when her two frequent visitors brought a fireplace for her and me I lay before it basking in the warmth meant for me. A King of all I surveyed, she was my captive audience; she talked to me and I’d answer back making her feel better and alive for I had grown to love my pet. I soon found that years had passed. I was still pampered by her, but I felt the pain in my joints and the quickening of old age but then so did she. We conforted each other in our joint pains. My stomach wasn’t what it once was so she had the vet put me on special foods easier to digest. I was happy and I showed her that. I pounced on her lap when she sat to watch the funny box with the pictures on it. I crawled under the sheets and blankets and cuddled up sleeping at her side.
     This morning I awoke cold and not feeling myself. I felt the quickening and knew I didn’t have long. I hid under the dresser, but my pet found me. She pulled me out and then seemed scared understanding what occurred to me. She rushed me to the vet but the doctor didn’t understand; not like my pet and she sent me home. When we arrived home I couldn’t get out of the carrier. I felt weird as I shook and my face contorted. This was my time. I had a wonderful life with my pet this eleven long years, but it was my time. The time everyone gets on this earth, for I lay dying. I wanted to comfort my pet who had suffered so many losses, but I could not. I looked at her my pet and wondered how she would go on without me? Who would greet her in the morning? Get her up to see the sunrise? Who would she share her breakfast, with lunch, dinner? who would play with her and pat her face? I gazed up into her face with love and then glanced at her child who had come in my hour of need. She had her children that would have to be enough. At peace, I closed my eyes one last time and embraced the light.  Goodbye my pet.

RIP Rudy 04/22/2000- 07/04/2015

©Sheilagh Lee  April, 8, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Happy Easter or Happy Passover

 Happy Easter or Happy Passover 
 From my house     to yours 
Have a blessed Weekend whatever you Celebrate! 
Have a wonderful Weekend

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 13

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 13

Ablaze, adjective: burning fiercely; very brightly colored or lighted; filled with anger or another strong emotion.

Deep, adjective: extending far down from the top or surface; taking in or giving out a lot of air; very intense or extreme; (of sound) low in pitch and full in tone; not shrill; (of color) dark and intense; noun: the sea; adverb: far down or in; deeply.

Rabid, adjective: having or proceeding from an extreme or fanatical support of or belief in something; (of an animal) affected with rabies; of or connected with rabies.

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Home For Christmas-Part 13

“Dad has anyone called about Scott? Or my car?” I asked as we walked outside to the rental car.
“Scott is still in the doctor assisted coma. They’re hoping to bring him out of it the day after Christmas. As for your car no, they haven’t found it.
The car isn’t as important as Scott. So they think it’s looking good for Scotty?”
“Melanie the thing with a head injury is that even if he survives it, he may not remember who shot him.” my dad said gently, “But with Celina’s testimony we should be able to get you off.”
“I’m worried about myself, true, but Scott fights for his life,”I replied annoyed. 
“It’s going to be okay honey your mother and I will make this right.”
“I know you will. I have faith in you both. I’m sorry for bringing this to you. I’m such a failure. First my job then this.”
“You aren’t a failure. We’ll fix this and then you’ll find a new job.”
“Thanks Daddy. I’ve been really selfish thinking about myself when Celina has had a worst time.Her uncle is positively rabid.”
“Yes, the poor kid.  I’ve been thinking about her and so has your mother. She’s going to need a place to stay permanently. We were wondering when all this court stuff is done if it would be okay if she went back home with us.”
“Mother thinks she can foster Celina? Isn't that stepping into a deep quagmire? ”
“Yes, but she can handle it and so can I. Your mom thinks even though it’s out of this jurisdiction she believes with her pull she can finagle it. That is if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?”
“I love you pumpkin.”
“Love you too Dad. When will you tell Celina?”
“When it’s all settled. We don’t want to get her hopes up.”
“Good idea.”
   We went to the mall and seem to buy out all the stores. Coming back to the hotel we had dinner and I went to bed while dad waited up for mom. Mom left the next morning before I got up out of bed to go to Celina. As for us we spent all Christmas Eve morning decorating the room with the decorations we purchased. We strung lights across the walls putting them up with masking tape so we didn’t damage the walls. My father asked me to hide in the hotel bedroom while he finished the final touches before Celina would arrive. I spent the time wrapping my Christmas gifts.
   Celina opened the hotel room door and I ran out to see her reaction. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight and she struggled to hide her smile. Her eyes took in the gifts that I had placed hurriedly under the tree with her name on them and a tear slipped unbidden from them.
“You bought gifts, for me?” she sputtered.
“Of course silly, you’re my friend now,” I stated meaning it.
“But your mother already bought me this lovely coat and mittens and this hat and scarf. I don’t deserve more,” Celina stated.
“Celina, this Christmas you’re spending with us. Families spend Christmas together that makes you family. Besides they’ll be more tomorrow so you better get used to it. Isn’t that correct, Alfred and Melanie?”
“That’s right,” Dad and I answered.
“You really mean it? I can have Christmas here with you?”
“Of course, Celina.”my mother answered, “And then she added “and since we open one gift on Christmas eve here’s yours.”
   Mom handed her a beautifully wrapped box. Celina opened it hurriedly, the paper shredding in seconds. She looked at the box for a moment looking hopeful then I saw the look shredded for disappointment. She then opened the box and almost dropped it in surprise.
“You bought me an I-phone?” Celina cried jumping for joy.
“Yes, I paid for a complete two year plan of service unlimited data. They’ll be no extra charges but you better not break the law with it or I’ll be in the soup,” my mother replied.
“Thank-you, thank-you, thank you.” Celina  answered.
“You haven’t opened my Christmas eve present,” I said.
“There’s more?” Celina asked surprised.
I handed her an envelope. Celina opened up the card and found the five hundred dollar gift card I’d put in it that I bought with my own money.
“A five hundred Visa gift card? Why?”
“I thought you could use this to buy some pregnancy clothes and maybe some baby things when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Melanie,” Celina said wiping her eyes embarrassed she said “Excuse me I need to lie down.”
“But what about my Christmas eve gift?” my dad said.
“There’s more?”
“Yes,” my dad said handing her a wrapped box.
      Celina opened it and found a t-shirt.
“How did you know this was my favourite actor?”
“Melanie told me. I liked him on Lost.”
“Ian Somerhalder is a great actor and so cute. You should watch Vampire Diaries sometime,” Celina replied.
“Maybe I will if you and Melanie will watch it with me,” my dad replied.
“Let’s watch some Christmas fare on television.” I offered, I’ve got the Christmas cookies and milk to watch them with.”
“Sounds great; I wonder if Scrooge is on yet?” Celina said.
“It’s always on at some point Christmas Eve,” I answered.
“I thought maybe we’d go skating after watching a television show then come back here for dinner and Scrooge. Does that sound good?”
“You found a place that has skating?” I said surprised and happy.
“Yes, but only if Celina wants to go too.”
“I don’t have any skates,” Celina answered.
“They rent them. We’ll all rent them, that is if you want to go.”
“I’d love to if Melanie wants to go too.”
“Just stop me," I answered.
We arrived at the skating rink and I as I put on skates my cell phone rang and I worried it was bad news. When I looked at who called, I couldn’t believe it.
“Mel..., the voice I recognized so well.
“I can’t believe you’re calling me.”
“I wanted to spend Christmas with you but you’re not in London. Are you?”
“No, I’m not; so that’s impossible,” I answered.
“No, it’s not,” he continued. “I’m actually standing across from you.”
I looked over and there he was the guy I had broken up with because I was stuck on a dream from childhood thinking he was my fate. Why had I ever thought I loved Kyle? I had thrown away a guy like James. A good guy with a great job, who cared about me. What was wrong with me? He’d travelled all the way from Calgary to be with me and somehow found me at an ice rink. I was thrilled, scared and overwhelmed as he stepped over to me a look that set the outdoors ablaze and then planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

©Sheilagh Lee  April 1 2015

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Three Word Wednesday-Home For Christmas-Part 12

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 12

Annoyed, adjective: slightly angry; irritated.

Hushed, adjective: having a calm and still silence; (of a voice or conversation) quiet and serious.

Pain, noun: physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury; mental suffering or distress; [informal] an annoying or tedious person or thing; verb: cause mental or physical pain to. 

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Home For Christmas-Part 12

   My mother and father arrived the next morning with fresh clothes and told me, that a bail hearing for me, would take place this morning. I asked mother about Celina’s bail hearing and she said Celina’s would follow mine.  I went before the judge and after I posted a thousand dollar bail and my mother promised my recognizance I was free.
      Dad took me back to the Hilton Hotel where we awaited mother. Mother, to our surprise, arrived an hour later with Celina. She ordered a cot brought up and then explained that she the only way she could get Celina in any place, other than a juvenile detention centre, was to promise that she would be responsible for her. My father, annoyed, took my mother aside and they had a heated discussion about this. The next thing I heard was my father apologizing and a hush coming over my mother before she accepted the apology, as he welcomed Celina to our hotel room.

     Celina excused herself and went to the washroom and I took the opportunity to complain to my mother. “The day after tomorrow is Christmas.” I whispered so Celina didn’t hear, “We won’t be home in time.”
   “And whose fault is that?” my mother replied angrily.
   “Nancy!” my father admonished.
   “Your father’s right; let’s let go of blame. Home is where the heart is and my heart is with you and your father. Poor little Celina has had a hard life. I’m not sure she even had a real Christmas with her parents they were very poor,” my mother explained.
I'm sorry I was so belligerent about her staying here. Celina has been treated badly. The child deserves a little bit of happy family life, after all that pain," my father commented.
“Can we give her a Christmas?” I asked.
“Why not? Celina will have a wonderful family Christmas with us. That is if you and your father go buy Christmas presents for everyone. I have a few for you Melanie and your father; but  I’d like some for Celina. As for Celina and I we have some shopping to do and an appointment for an amniocentesis this afternoon. Celina will be kept overnight to protect her and the baby.”
“We don’t even have a tree,” I complained.
“I don’t think the housekeeping staff would appreciate a real tree. Walmart has artificial Christmas trees; we’ll pick up a tree and some ornaments there. Come on Melanie let’s make Christmas bright,” my father said getting into the spirit.

I followed my father as we went off to shop hoping that we could find all these items two days before Christmas. I looked forward to making Christmas happy for Celina but wondered what we should buy her. What did teens want this day and age? I googled it and hoped all the sales pitches were right; after all I had worked in ad game I knew how this worked. 
To be continued in two weeks

 ©Sheilagh Lee  March 18, 2015