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.






Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 6

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 6

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Animate, verb: Enliven, vitalize, breathe (new) life into, energize, invigorate, revive, vivify, liven up; inspire, inspirit, exhilarate, thrill, excite, fire, arouse, rouse, quicken, stir; light a fire under; adjective: Living, alive, live, breathing; archaic quick.

Impassioned, adjective: Emotional, heartfelt, wholehearted, earnest, sincere, fervent, ardent, passionate, fervid, intense, burning; vehement, zealous, heated.

Pervert, verb: Distort, corrupt, subvert, twist, bend, abuse, misapply, misuse, misrepresent, misinterpret, falsify; corrupt, lead astray, debase, warp, pollute, poison, deprave, debauch; noun: Deviant, degenerate; (informal) perv, dirty old man, sicko.

Puzzle -Part 6

    I sat on the doctor’s sofa and started thinking about George Abernathy. When he had visited me in my drug state he had sounded sincere, he was animated and happy, but something about him seemed off. Had something gone wrong in his business? I needed to get out of here and get back to my life and my friends, so I’d fake whatever the doctor wanted to know and then maybe she’d let me go. But first I find out what I needed to know so I could understand what in the blazes had happened to me. 

    “Are you comfortable Johnny?” Doctor Carvello asked.

     I nodded.

    There was a knock at the door from the outer office. Doctor Carvello stepped out and I felt the need to spy on her. I crept to the door and listened through the crack of the door.

   “I want to see him.”
  “You can’t Sam. You know when he saw you the other day he became violent and then he tried to kill himself. He’s not ready to face his past.”
  “But Annie, I want to tell him about your engagement. I think it will help.”
  “He can’t handle the stress right now Sam. Keep your impassioned pleas to yourself. If he gets a little better we’ll discuss it, but I’m sorry you have to go now before he knows you’re here.”
    I walked over to the door and said, “I heard what you both said, so you’re engaged little brother?”
   “I’m not engaged but Annie is,” Sam admitted.
   “She is? Tell me why would I care, whether my doctor was engaged?”
   “She’s engaged to George Abernathy,” Sam declared stepping into the office.
  “That’s impossible. George is married to Delilah and you are saying Doctor Carvello and he were engaged?”
  “Delilah died six months ago,” Sam insisted.

  Delilah was dead? Delilah had been the best woman for George. I had sorted out George’s misgivings that Delilah only cared about his money with a little investigating.  She had at first thought a pervert spied on it her, but she soon got to know me and liked me. I’d got to know this beautiful smart, intelligent, giving woman and was even pleased to call her my friend. I’d even been the best man at their wedding. They had a baby...poor little George Junior, his mom dead. How could she be gone? How had George moved on so quickly? I could hardly take this all in. My head ached from thinking about it.

  “Is Georgie, okay?” I asked finally.
  “Yes, he started kindergarten last week,” Sam answered.
  “Georgie isn’t old enough for kindergarten he’s only a baby. Why do you lie?
  “Jack, time has passed. Georgie is five years old.”

  Sam reached out to me with his hand but I pulled away this still didn’t seem like my younger brother. I stared at Sam again. Wrinkles were starting to form at the corners of his mouth and he had more facial hair then I remembered him being able to grow. Time had passed if this was my brother. I had to trust what he said. Didn’t I? Her, I didn’t trust. George had been a widower six months and he thought of marrying again? She’d tricked him somehow. She’d been bumping her gums about inconsequential stuff, while meanwhile she’d been spinning George round and round while working on his loyalties by taking care of his sick friend, me and making him dizzy for her.

  The room began to spin in circles like when I got my migraines. I didn’t like any of these turn of events. Sam didn’t seem like Sam and George thought of marrying her? I accepted that the man who came to me was George so why couldn’t I accept this was my brother? I looked at him again he looked like an older Sammy but her, Doctor Carvello, looked at me with her fake concern and it made me angry.

  “I don’t understand, no offence doc, you’re a hot mama...but that seems awful soon. What did you do to George to get him to propose so soon? Did you use the oldest trick in the book, a bun in the oven?”
   “Jack...,”Sam rebuked.
  “Sam, Johnny needs to process this information which is new to him. He deflects because he tries to understand. Did you notice he didn’t ask how Delilah died?”
  “How did Delilah die? And you don’t have to explain me to my brother, unless this isn’t my brother.”
  “Jack, not this again.”
  “I think you better go now Sam. Johnny and I need to talk.”
 “Fine, I don’t like this but I’ll see you later, Jack.”
 “Bye, Sammy. If you are Sammy come back soon.”

  The man who called himself Sam left and she remained. This was a bad business this cheesy doll, manipulated people I cared about. Sam had stood before me. I couldn’t keep deny it. Doctor Carvello even had Sammy twisted around her little finger. Doctor Annie Carvello pushed my little brother away from me, again. It was time to put on the charm and get some answers out of her.
  “Tell me how Delilah died!”
  “I’m going to try to help you remember the gaps in your memory, not fill them in with words,” Doctor Carvello stated.

   This wasn't going my way but two could play at her game at just agree with her.

   “How?” I asked suspiciously.
   “Hypnotism.”
  “Like a magician? Go try your worse. I’m not susceptible,” I answered.
  “Lie down on my sofa.”

   I complied stretching out my long legs. I felt silly. She couldn’t hypnotise me, only weak people could be put under. Doctor Carvello pulled out a pocket watch on a long chain and told me to watch it as it spun.
    “You’re eyes get heavy,” she said.
    I tried to resist feeling silly but my eyes suddenly had an oddly heavy feeling.
  “You will close your eyes and slip into a deep sleep but you will still hear me, Johnny,” Doctor Carvello commanded.

   I closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I awoke tears streamed down my face and I felt something awful had occurred. I sat up and wiped my cheeks. What had Doctor Carvello done to me? Why did I cry? Had it simply been a carnival trick like the magician I’d seen who made others cluck like chickens in his act. I decided it must be, but what had she done to make me cry in front of her? I wanted to flee from this room flee from emotions that threatened to engulf me. I closed my eyes to regain my composure then opened them again.
   “Johnny, what do you recall?” Doctor Carvello asked bluntly.
   “I recalled nothing. Leave me alone.”
   “Johnny, you need to open up to heal.”
   “When I remember anything you’ll be the first to know. Can I go back to my room now?”
  “I rather you went to the dayroom. It’s not good to brood Johnny. When you’re ready to talk, just ask them to ring me.”

   Barry helped me into the wheelchair and took me to the day room. I decided to make Doctor Carvello happy and play chess with another resident, but the truth was my mind was on what I had recalled. I remembered running out of a building and into the street. Fear had made my heart patter, as if it would fly out of my chest. I glided as if I had wings to the curb and to a woman lying there. Her long hair shimmered, like caramel on a hot fudge sundae, but in the tendrils at the ends of her hair matted blood that flowed from a gaping chest wound filled it. I felt at her neck for a pulse and found none. I looked around for someone else that should have been with her and then clasped her to my breast with the cry of an angry beast. My head rose up at the start of a car engine. When I saw the driver at the wheel their face and gender was obscured but I knew I had to stop them. I threw myself into the path of the car but they didn’t stop. Broken from my confrontation with the car, I still managed to get up and fire at the wheels of the car. The driver shot back and hit me in the chest. I shot back and seconds later the car exploded. All of this now ran through my head like a picture reel at a movie theater. I wanted to know who the woman was who lay dead at the curb, and what she meant to me; but who could I ask? I trusted no one here, especially not that two-faced Doctor Carvello. Then I realized I did trust someone I trusted Barry. I’d ask him the questions that plagued me the next time I saw him. He said he was my friend and in that I trusted. I'd get answers. The warmth of the sun in the day room had me closing my eyes and I fell asleep in the wheelchair.

To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee April 16, 2014

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 5

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 5

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Cunning, adjective: Crafty, wily, artful, guileful, devious, sly, scheming, designing, calculating, Machiavellian; shrewd, astute, clever, canny; deceitful, deceptive, duplicitous, foxy; archaic subtle; noun: Guile, craftiness, deviousness, slyness, trickery, duplicity; shrewdness, astuteness.

Degenerate, adjective: Debased, degraded, corrupt, impure; formal vitiated; corrupt, decadent, dissolute, dissipated, debauched, reprobate, profligate; sinful, ungodly, immoral, unprincipled, amoral, dishonorable, disreputable, unsavory, sordid, low, ignoble; noun: Reprobate, debauchee, profligate, libertine, roué; verb: Deteriorate, decline, slip, slide, worsen, lapse, slump, go downhill, regress, retrogress; go to rack and ruin; informal go to pot, go to the dogs, hit the skids, go into/down the toilet; waste (away), atrophy, weaken.

Emaciated, adjective: Thin, skeletal, bony, gaunt, wasted; scrawny, skinny, scraggy, skin and bones, rawboned, sticklike, waiflike; starved, underfed, undernourished, underweight, half-starved; cadaverous, shriveled, shrunken, withered; informal anorexic, (looking) like a bag of bones.

                                       Puzzle -Part 5

    Dreaming I saw the floor look as a big cloud and fog rose up everywhere. In shadow, stood a woman in a long trench coat, her long hair shimmering like caramel on a hot fudge sundae. I strode purposely towards her, but every time I thought I was closer, the figure moved away further. Finally, I ran towards her and touched her shoulder spinning her around; but before I could see her face her body crumbled to the ground in front of me. Now a pile of dust. I knelt down and began scooping up the dust, as if to put the woman back together and felt tears leak form my eyes as I realized the futility of my actions. Then I awoke. Disoriented and not quite knowing where I was, I found myself trussed to the bed. My arms held fast and my feet trussed too with straps. I wondered what I had done to deserve this and then I remembered. I remembered the uncontrolled anger and the out of body experience and wondered if it was the drugs that had made me act that way.

  “Oh, good you’re awake. Do you feel more like yourself, Jack?” asked Barry.
    Ignoring the question I asked “Can you remove these restraints Barry?”
  “Doctor Carvello said those were to remain on until she gave orders that they be removed,” Barry insisted.
  “I’m sorry about before Barry. I promise that won’t happen again.”
  “I don’t know, if I should...” Barry continued wavering.
 “Come on Barry. I’m not going to hurt anyone I promise please can I have these off?”
  “Well, you did recognize me as Barry. That’s a good sign. When you’re in one of these states you don’t know who I am.”

    Puzzled I could believe what he said. This had happened before? What kind of crazy drugs made a person not remember acting like a crazy fool?

  “Okay, Jack, I trust you to behave. Okay? We can’t have you trying to escape and throw yourself off the building again.”
   What in the hell, did he speak of? Who told him I tried to jump off a building? Why were people telling such elaborate lies in their plan?
  “The doc wants to see you soon, anyway. She told me to bring her to her office if you woke up lucid,” Barry said removing the straps.

   I flexed my hands moved my ankles in a circular motion and wiggled my toes. Still flexible I’d still be able to escape when the chance came. I bounced up right and swung my legs to the side of the bed standing on my pins, only to have them collapse underneath me.

   “Now Jack, you have to start eating more. You’re getting too thin. You look horrible with your bones jutting out and now you need the wheelchair again.” scolded Barry, “We’re getting some grub first and then I’ll take you to see the doc. That will make you less listless and moody. A bit of food makes everyone feel better.”

   Barry placed me in the wheelchair and I felt foolish. I should be able to walk what the hell was wrong with me? I’d eat as Barry suggested maybe it was because I was too thin that I’d lost the strength in my legs. Barry steered me into a kitchen area and up to a table. Barry then placed a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal in front of me. No wonder I’d lost weight where was the steak and potatoes, or bacon and eggs? This was food for an invalid.

   “You’re not going to eat it are you?” Barry stated after a few minutes.
I nodded.
  “What will you eat then? I’m not supposed to even have you in the kitchen but I can’t bear you looking this way Jack. You’re one of my best friends.”

   Barry was my friend? Then why didn’t I recall him? Why did I have big gaps in my memory?

  “Jack answer me don’t zone out again. What can I make you to eat?”
  “I’d like some bacon and eggs if you could rustle that up,” I replied.
  “Okay, Jack, but that’s heavy food. I hope it doesn’t make you sick.”

  I ate the bacon and eggs savouring each bite the flavours making my stomach feel satisfied as well as my palate. A few seconds later I felt like I would throw up and Barry found a basin. Embarrassed I managed to keep most of it down, but Barry looked guilty.

 “You won’t tell the doctor what I fed you will you? It’s only because Mr. George Abernathy pays sums to the hospital that I got to work here and be your nurse.”
  “George hired you?”
  “No, I volunteered when I heard about your troubles. I would have worked her for nothing and looked after you if I didn’t have to pay the rent. You’ve been like a brother to me Jack it was the least I could do for you.”
  “But your brother Garry works her too.”
  “Yes, I got my twin brother to work here because you got so confused and excitable when I wasn’t here.”
  “Thanks Barry,” I answered and I meant it somehow I knew Barry meant me no harm. I wasn’t sure about the others but this big lunk seemed to genuinely look up to me as a friend and I needed one of those.
  “We need to go to the Doctor Carvello’s office now before she sends out a search party.”

  Barry then pushed me to her  office. My heart began to beat faster, and sweat poured from my armpits. Suddenly frightened to go and visit this doctor and not sure why I uncharacteristically reached out and touched Barry asking,  “Will you stay with me, Barry?”
  “I’ll be right outside when you’re done, Jack,” soothed Barry.

  He pushed me in the room. The walls of her office were yellow a canary yellow that I hated on sight. I wanted to run or at least hide and this made me more afraid. Why did I feel this way? This was not Jack Forbes I was a tough private investigator and not some wimp. I pulled myself out of the wheelchair making it to her sofa before sitting down and sitting up tall on it.

   “Shall we begin Johnny?” Doctor Carvello asked as Barry left the room and shut the door and I sat on her couch. I started shaking again and then I almost jumped up and bolted.
To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee April 9, 2014

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 4

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 4

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Cunning, adjective: Crafty, wily, artful, guileful, devious, sly, scheming, designing, calculating, Machiavellian; shrewd, astute, clever, canny; deceitful, deceptive, duplicitous, foxy; archaic subtle; noun: Guile, craftiness, deviousness, slyness, trickery, duplicity; shrewdness, astuteness.

Degenerate, adjective: Debased, degraded, corrupt, impure; formal vitiated; corrupt, decadent, dissolute, dissipated, debauched, reprobate, profligate; sinful, ungodly, immoral, unprincipled, amoral, dishonorable, disreputable, unsavory, sordid, low, ignoble; noun: Reprobate, debauchee, profligate, libertine, roué; verb: Deteriorate, decline, slip, slide, worsen, lapse, slump, go downhill, regress, retrogress; go to rack and ruin; informal go to pot, go to the dogs, hit the skids, go into/down the toilet; waste (away), atrophy, weaken.

Emaciated, adjective: Thin, skeletal, bony, gaunt, wasted; scrawny, skinny, scraggy, skin and bones, rawboned, sticklike, waiflike; starved, underfed, undernourished, underweight, half-starved; cadaverous, shriveled, shrunken, withered; informal anorexic, (looking) like a bag of bones.

                                       Puzzle -Part 4

     A gaunt man entered the room his shoulders hunched and his head down like he was afraid to look at anyone in the room. When he got closer to me I looked him full in the face. His hair was dark brown like mine and his eyes, the same color brown and shape as Sam’s, but it wasn't Sam. What vile treachery were they playing at? This man was at least five or six years older, than my eighteen year old brother. Did they think the drugs would dull my mind enough to accept him as my brother?
     I’d play along for now until I figured out their game then watch out because I’d escape from here and pay them back for degrading me into thinking I’d lost my marbles. I stood up to greet my fake brother and was surprised to hear his voice had a timber close to his.

    “Jack, you seem so much better. Abernathy was right this doctor is good. Doesn't hurt that she comes from the old neighborhood and is a beauty too, right?”
    “Sam, how long have I been here?”
    “Here? About six months and the other place probably about six months. I’m a terrible brother. After everything you did for me helping me get an education; I should have checked in with you more often. I thought working hard would get me a partnership in one of those big lawyer firms but that’s not for the likes of us. I need to do what I should have done all along fight for the little people like us.”
    “So you became a lawyer?” I uttered the words tumbling out of their own accord.
    “Yes, I did Jack. I heard you were having a few memory gaps. Doctor Carvello says that will get better and you remember me. You didn’t remember me last time. You kept insisting that I was not your brother.”

    So they’d tried to trick me before. It hadn’t worked, but they kept trying. Persistent bunch, weren’t they? I continued to listen to him drone on and I had to admit there were times I believed this was Sammy but he couldn’t have gotten so old unless...

    “Jack you can’t fool me. I know you doubt me again. Ask me something only you and I would know,” he insisted.
    Torn I asked, “What was my first girlfriend’s name?”
    “Pick a harder one. Gina DeLaurent.”
    “Who was the bully that beat you up when you were seven and what did I do to him?”
   “Thomas Gallant and you hired Paul Giocoso to whip his ass.”
   “How did you know that? Who told you?”
   “Jack, please think about it,” he pleaded. 

   I’d had enough I just gave him a look that said he wasn't fooling me.

  “Fine then, ask me a question only you and I could possibly know.”
  “What did mom call me when we it was just family?”
  “She called me her pumpkin and you her apple dumpling,” he answered.

   I was stunned how could he know that unless...no, how could six years have passed. Where had they gone? Why could I remember, if this was Sam who could save me from this place? Had I truly lost my mind?

  “I’m sorry about what happened to you Jack. It wasn't your fault you have to quit blaming yourself.”


   What did he speak of? What had I done? I put my head in my hands and heard the woman who rocked in the corner begin to sing. She sang “Patty cake patty cake, baker’s man.” I wanted her to shut-up. I struggled to block out her sound. Her song then began to crescendo and I wanted to shout at her to stop, but all I heard were screams in my head. My hands went over my ears. Then they weren't in my head, but coming from my throat and I couldn't stop. My arms flung out and I banged the table. I knew on some level I was out of control, but it was like I was someone else looking on as my arms pummeled furniture and it went flying through the air.  I felt arms grab me from behind, a prick in my arm and then I knew no more.
To be continued next week
©Sheilagh Lee April 2, 2014

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

How I Met Your Mother, or what it should have been called #HIMYM #FINALE

If you haven’t see How I Met Your Mother’s finale discontinue reading now, spoilers ahead. The views here are entirely my opinion.

     I was long-time fan of How I Met Your Mother. I watched every show and re-watched them in re-runs. I had thought the story of how Ted met the mother charming. Ted wanted to meet the perfect woman and be married and have children. He wanted to be like his friends Marshall and Lily and find true love. The way Ted went through women was long and arduous, but we knew it would all turn out alright because the writers throughout the series showed as glimpses of the mother in shadow, or in the character’s words. The yellow umbrella showed us true love would prevail. Barney grew and become a different person with Robin, faithful and truthful. Lily and Marshall were the consummate couple who fought for their love. They gave and took to make it all work.
   Last night was the finale I heard the rumours that the mother would die, but I chose not to believe them, after all hadn’t the actress who played the mother Christin Miloti denied that this would happen? I trust too much!


    I watched the first half hour last night with very little of how Ted met the mother and started to wonder where is the finale I’ve waited for? The second half started with a glossing over of how Ted and the mother (Tracy) had two kids without marriage and Barney and Robin getting divorced. I thought, okay, the second hour will show us more of his meeting of the mother and the love story instead his meeting of the mother which according to the title should have been the climax of the show, became an anti-climax. The mother dying and telling the story six years after her death, a postscript to a background of Barney going on a legendary (crudely put) thirty-one day banging session (something we thought he had grown-up from) and impregnating an unknown woman. Barney then goes all ga-ga over his daughter and becomes a different person with young women (more of a protective father). Ted continues telling the story to his kids who tell him in the end to just date Aunt Robin. Ted then takes the blue horn to Robin that he stole for her years ago.
    Maybe if all of this had happened in the third year of the series it would have made more sense, but I think one of the biggest problems I had with the show ~ the misogynist writing of the entire series.  Barney always the consummate playboy and the women falling for it portrayed woman as sex objects but I dismissed that as Barney and his character flaws but all those qualms were brought up again by the final story. It appears three women were only in the series to give birth. One of them Lily! 
    Where was the mention of her brilliant career as a painter, sculptor etc.? No, the story went on about Lily having her third child and supporting Marshall as a Supreme Court Judge and then as a political wife. Barney divorces Robin because of her career and then goes back to his old ways, finally getting caught by impregnating a strange woman who was even important enough to show the viewers. She’s just mentioned so she can give Barney a daughter to change his life. Ted’s wife, Tracy gave birth to two beautiful kids and dies eleven years after they met just so Ted can get back with Robin. 
So kids, sorry your mother was just a stop gap, until I came to my senses and got back with the real love of my life Robin good thing your mother died! 

      This made me hate Ted. How could he have told his children that he loved Robin all along,  He might as well have said I never cared a wit about your mother. The women on the show at this point seemed to be  only good for one thing  having children. Robin couldn’t have kids, so she although she was apparently the love of Ted’s life, he married another woman he claimed to love Tracy, had two children with her, and gravitates back to Robin after an arbitrary acceptable time after Tracy dies. So he waited a number of years so what? The fact that he drifted back to Robin shows how messed up this story-line was. Robin was Barney’s ex-wife and therefore should have been off limits forever. He said when she married Barney he didn't love her anymore he moved on...lies all lies. Don’t get me started on how this story-line was always planned by the writers. Really? When you’re writing you have to gauge how that writing is  responded to by your readers, or in this case viewers.  Who do the viewer’s see as couples? Where do they see the story going? What you planned nine years ago may not work because of  what you’ve since written and because of  the viewer’s perception from watching those actors perform your lines. 
    I know they filmed the children nine years ago, but lines can be dubbed. The writers could have corrected the problems with this script and plots and have made it a story-line to remember. 

     The sweet presence of Tracy ( as played by Christin Miloti) made us root for her and Ted. We were getting the fairy-tale ending the title had let us to believe in. The cute destiny thing, the thread that held the show throughout the season, was broken when they killed the mother off, before we even got to see much of her. I’m not saying they shouldn’t have killed of the mother (though I hated that story-line, it happens in real life people die) but having a whole season where they get the viewers invested in a Robin and Barney marriage only to pullout the rug from under the viewers and have them divorce made the viewers feel totally depressed and was a let down of giant proportions . Then to have Barney revert to old behaviours and have the one thing Robin wanted ( a child) made the viewers hope that Robin would now get back with Barney. But no, they had a vision and they went with that. 

  The viewers felt that last night’s finale had them participating in leg- an -( wait for it) dary slap bet. We leave the television viewing field battered and bruised wishing this had all be an early April fool’s joke and wishing we hadn't invested nine years in a finale that should have been called How I Met Your Step-mother.
A wonderful fan made this video on YouTube  of how it should have went down and I agree
check it out there https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0caCEG1nH3E&feature=share



©Sheilagh Lee April 1, 2014

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 3


Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 3

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Cunning, adjective: Crafty, wily, artful, guileful, devious, sly, scheming, designing, calculating, Machiavellian; shrewd, astute, clever, canny; deceitful, deceptive, duplicitous, foxy; archaic subtle; noun: Guile, craftiness, deviousness, slyness, trickery, duplicity; shrewdness, astuteness.

Degenerate, adjective: Debased, degraded, corrupt, impure; formal vitiated; corrupt, decadent, dissolute, dissipated, debauched, reprobate, profligate; sinful, ungodly, immoral, unprincipled, amoral, dishonorable, disreputable, unsavory, sordid, low, ignoble; noun: Reprobate, debauchee, profligate, libertine, roué; verb: Deteriorate, decline, slip, slide, worsen, lapse, slump, go downhill, regress, retrogress; go to rack and ruin; informal go to pot, go to the dogs, hit the skids, go into/down the toilet; waste (away), atrophy, weaken.

Emaciated, adjective: Thin, skeletal, bony, gaunt, wasted; scrawny, skinny, scraggy, skin and bones, rawboned, sticklike, waiflike; starved, underfed, undernourished, underweight, half-starved; cadaverous, shriveled, shrunken, withered; informal anorexic, (looking) like a bag of bones.




                                                             Puzzle - Part 3


     Did they think I’d lost it? I had all my marbles and I wouldn’t play their games.  They thought they were so cunning but I’d be out of here by days end. For now though I'd string them along and go to this group, they spoke of.

     Group was worse then a clam-bake and more like a clip joint where a bunch of idiots nattered on about problems and how they couldn’t handle them. What kind of fools can’t handle what life throws at you? Talking about it doesn’t make it better best to forget and move on. Then some degenerate guy started raving about the voices in his head and I thought this would be my chance to escape, but it turns out Garry watched me like a hawk. They got that guy settled down and hauled him off to his room. Then I was beckoned forth by Garry to take my pills as they all lined up. I obedient lined up, but I didn’t plan on take those pills. Nurse Hammer pushed the pills into my hands and I pretended to take them slipping them under my tongue. Unfortunately that witch was on to me and got Garry to hold my arms while she shoved them down my throat. This followed by some city juice. What she didn’t know was that I had palmed one of them pills. What the other ones would do to me I didn’t know, but some times the greatest victories are the small ones.

    Doctor Carvello ushered me into an office and bid me sit down. I obeyed I was curious about these visitors.

   “Do you know why you’re here Johnny?” she asked.

I shook my head and she frowned slightly Then she motioned Barry to take me to my visitor, but was interrupted by a woman barged into her office.

  “Annie...oh I’m sorry I didn’t know you had a patient in here,” she cried then seeing my face she added, “Johnny, is really you? You're so emaciated.”
the woman then turned her head to Doctor Carvello and said, “Annie you need to fatten him up.” then turning back to me again she continued, “ I was sorry to hear about what happened to you, Johnny and...”

   Doctor Carvello seemed to caution the woman not to say anything more with a shake of her head. Andrea looked like she wanted to say more but she was cut off again by Doctor Carvello insisting, “Andrea you shouldn’t be here and you didn’t see Johnny,”
   “But Annie...oh fine then. We’ll talk later. ‘Kay?”
   “See you later Andrea.”
   “Sorry about that Johnny, let’s go see your visitor.”

   Why didn’t she want anyone to know where I was? Why had she cut Andrea off? I was behind the grind but I would work hard to catch up. It seemed obvious this was Doctor Carvello's younger sister as they looked so much alike. So they both knew me from what the old neighborhood? Were they holding me prisoner, or protecting me? I was so confused and I had to admit to myself it couldn’t be only the drugs. What had happened to me? Perhaps the visitor could enlighten me? Or I could make them tell me.

    We entered a small room with chairs and a sofa and I sat on it facing the visitor who sat in the chair. He looked familiar but I could not place him at first. Then it came to me. This was George Abernathy my friend, but somehow he seemed eerily older.

    “Jackie, my boy, you’re looking so much better after a month here. Sorry, Samuel couldn’t come but he’ll be here tomorrow.”

    I’d been here a month and now my brother visited me? Sam wouldn't have stayed away. What had happened to prevent that? Sam wouldn't let me languish here they'd obviously lied to him. Sam would rescue me in a hearbeat, but maybe he wouldn’t need to if I got through to George. I didn’t say anything and he continued talking.

   “Jackie, I’m sorry. If I’d known they took you to that place. The hospital sent you to that Schuler Mental Institute. That shrink should look after his own issues instead of treating patients like he knows what he’s doing,” George cried angrily.

    I looked over at Doctor Carvello and she had put a finger up to her lips to silence him. He didn’t see it.

   “When you cut your wrists they took you there and I didn’t find out for six months but when I did...when I found out what they did to you... Torturing you like that with that damn zapper. I should have shocked him after all you’ve been through. But I contacted the good doctor here and she assured me that she can help you.”
   “What the hell, do you talk about George? I wouldn’t slit my wrists. This is obviously a frame up. Get me out of this hellhole.”
   “I can’t you need this and I need you to stay here and get well, Jack.”
   “George I’m fine. Please, don’t let them keep me captive here. Don’t be a part of this. Can’t you see they’ve lied to you?”

    George just put his face in his hands and I looked away for a minute and he was gone and I was in a common room with the other patients. Quite frankly, I don’t know how I got there maybe it was the drugs that coloured my mind and made me forget. 

    Patients put together jigsaw puzzles and other stared into space. One woman very childlike and tiny rocked herself back and forth singing something unintelligible. in her arms was a doll and somehow that freaked me out even more.

     Garry came up to me and said, “You’re brother, Sam is here.”
    “Thanks Garry.”
    “It’s Barry today, Jack. Garry was with you yesterday when you met with Mr. Abernathy.”

    I looked at the man and realized he told the truth, this was Barry. How in the hell had I lost another day? All would be fine after I saw Sam he'd get me out of here.

Continued next Wednesday

©Sheilagh Lee March 26, 2014


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle - Part 2

Three Word Wednesday- Puzzle -Part 2
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Authentic, adjective: Genuine, real, bona fide, true, veritable; legitimate, lawful, legal, valid; informal the real McCoy, the real thing, kosher; reliable, dependable, trustworthy, authoritative, honest, faithful; accurate, factual, true, truthful; formal veridical, veracious.

Enlist, verb: Join up with, join, enroll in, sign up for, volunteer for; recruit, call up, enroll, sign up; conscript; draft, induct; archaic levy; obtain, engage, secure, win, get, procure.

Phobia, noun: Fear, irrational fear, obsessive fear, dread, horror, terror, hatred, loathing, detestation, aversion, antipathy, revulsion; complex, neurosis; informal thing, hang-up.



                                                             Puzzle - Part 2

    My eyes took in the image of my office door black lettering which said Forbes and Forbes. I shook my head this didn’t seem right even in this dream. I traced the letter with a finger and something inside me chilled. My stomach churned and my brain refused to retrieve the first name of the other Forbes.  I pushed open the door and suddenly I was in a cabin, not my office. I saw a figure standing over someone deep in the shadows, at the back of the chalet. Torn between wanting to advance or retreat, as my heart pounded in my chest, I made a decision to withdraw.  The opaque shape floated across in inky blackness that seemed to envelop everything it touched. It honed on me like I was a beacon, moving with lightning speed through the room. Almost undecipherable, the character came upon me and bony fingers reached for me beckoning me closer. Terror gripped me and I shouted no and begged to wake up.
I woke up my eyes feeling like sand had wormed their way into the back of them. I jumped from my bed and felt my knees try to give up the ghost on me. Good lord, I was barely thirty had I been that ill? I pulled myself upright and went to the door. I turned the knob to find it locked. Someone had locked me in. I had to find a way out. My greatest asset? Patience! I would escape these people’s clutches, but first I’d find out why they held me.

    I rattled the knob again and felt the handle being jerked out of my hands as the door then opened.
   “Good morning, Jack,” the man said.

    He was tall over six feet and built like a wrestler. His chrome dome shone under the bright lights and his white pants and shirt indicated he was either a male nurse, or an orderly.

   “Good morning,” I answered cautiously.
   “Do you remember me? I’m Barry you’re personal nurse.”

   I nodded I didn’t really remember him but he seemed almost puppy dog like and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
  “Ready for your shower? We’ve got to move fast meds are in ten minutes and you know how Nurse Hammerston flips out if we’re late.”
  “Nurse Hammer?”
  “You’ve got that right Jack.”

   He hustled me to the showers. As I showered I checked my body for the reason for my hospitalization. My brain foggy maybe I had imagined the scenario where I was a prisoner and found a second healed bullet wound over where my heart should be. I gave thanks for the genetic mutation that had saved me from my demise. Having my heart on the right side had saved me again. My twin brother Giancarlo had perished at birth, but his presence in the womb had made God model me to mirror him. I noticed my ribs sticking out. I’d lost a lot of weight I couldn’t afford to lose. My wrists bore scars I hadn’t seen before either. 

I slipped on the draw string pajamas and the shirt Barry offered and we traveled down the hall and into a cafeteria like area. Barry pointed to the line and motioned for me to get into it. Nurse Hammerston handed me some pills and I took them swallowing them. I felt slightly buzzed and then I found myself waking up in that bed again. Where had the day gone and how had I gotten back here? I got up out of the bed and went to the door. God damn it, locked again. I was a prisoner and they’d drugged me. Who held me prisoner, and why? I rattled the door again and Barry answered it.

   

   “Feeling better, Mr. Fabbrizzo?” Barry asked.
    I stared at him. But why did he call me Mr. Fabbrizzo today? Why not Jack?
   “Yes, fine Barry,” I answered.
   “It’s Garry today, Barry’s twin brother remember?” Garry answered.

   Why couldn’t I remember how I got here? Was it the drugs? I needed a horn to call some trigger men that could bust me out of here. I thought about running past him, but Garry was a mountain and I was all skin and bones weakened from whatever had happened to me.

   “Group is in a half an hour,” Garry announced.
   “What the hell is group? I need a shower, and breakfast,” I complained.
   “You had a phobia to the water yesterday and today you want two showers?”

   Two showers? What the hell was this goon talking about?

  “I didn’t shower today and I’m hungry,” I protested loudly.
  “Calm down now. You had breakfast this morning and lunch an hour ago. Do you need to enlist the wheelchair, or do you feel you can walk today?”
Today? I’d done this before? They wouldn’t get the drop on me again. I’d palm those pills next time.
   “Hurry up, Doctor Capello wants to see you after group. You have an authentic visitor coming.”

   Authentic visitor? Was Garry playing games with me; insinuating that I had made up one before? Who was this mysterious visitor? If I couldn’t get some straight answers out of Doctor Cappello about why I was being drugged and held here, I would get some answers out of this visitor.

©Sheilagh Lee March 19, 2014