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, January 28, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 5

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 5

Cold, adjective: chilly, chill, cool, freezing, icy, snowy, wintry, frosty, frigid, gelid; bitter, biting, raw, bone-chilling, nippy, arctic; chilly, chilled, cool, freezing, frozen, shivery, numb, benumbed; hypothermic; unfriendly, inhospitable, unwelcoming, forbidding, cool, frigid, frosty, glacial, lukewarm, indifferent, unfeeling, unemotional, formal, stiff.

Depraved, adjective: corrupt, perverted, deviant, degenerate, debased, immoral, unprincipled; debauched, dissolute, licentious, lecherous, prurient, indecent, sordid; wicked, sinful, vile, iniquitous, nefarious; informal warped, twisted, sick.

Powerful, adjective: strong, muscular, muscly, sturdy, strapping, robust, brawny, burly, heavily built, athletic, manly, well built, solid; informal beefy, hunky; dated stalwart; literary stark; a powerful drink: intoxicating, hard, strong, stiff, industrial-strength; formal spirituous; a powerful blow: violent, forceful, hard, mighty; he felt a powerful desire to kiss her: intense, keen, fierce, passionate, ardent, burning, strong, irresistible, overpowering, overwhelming; a powerful nation: influential, strong, important, dominant, commanding, potent, forceful, formidable; literary ; a powerful critique: cogent, compelling, convincing, persuasive, forceful; dramatic, graphic, vivid, moving.

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                          Home For Christmas-Part 5

      The kids and Angela ran and hid in the bathroom. Kyle looked at me and silently asked me to answer the door.
    I walked to the door and pulled the door open a crack with the security lock on.
   “Yes?” I asked the man in the hotel uniform whom I recognized as the front desk clerk who had been there when we checked in.
   “Is Mr. Kyle Danforth there?”
  “Yes, just a minute. Won’t you step in?” I said removing the security lock and opening the door.
  “Mr. Danforth. I’m afraid there’s been an incident in the other room you rented.  Someone broke in and destroyed it. Mrs. Angela Batawali and her children Ajeet and Devika are nowhere to be seen. I’m sorry but management blames you for this. They will be sending you a bill for the three thousand dollars of damage. The police have been called and will also want to speak with you.”
   “Listen Andrew, can I avoid speaking to the police?” Kyle asked producing money from his wallet.
   “Perhaps,” Andrew answered and Kyle handed him two hundred dollars.
  “I can arrange for your car to be brought to the back door as well and if you had left the hotel the police would have to speak to you much later,” Andrew commented.
   “Thank you, Andrew,” Kyle said, “we’ll be down in five minutes. Can you draw me a map to the backdoor?”

   Andrew obediently drew the map and then left with the keys to my car which I gave him. Angela and her children Ajeet and Devika then came out of the bathroom.

   “I am sorry Kyle I should never have gotten you into this. he's depraved and dangerous,” Angela cried throwing her arms around Kyle.
   “I’m sorry Uncle Kyle. My step-daddy needs to go to rehab,” Devika answered.

   Angela shouldn’t have gotten Kyle into this? Uncle Kyle? Step-daddy I thought this guy was here father?

   I had been so stupid I believed Kyle had just met these people; but he’d lied to me. He knew them and knew them well. I should have screamed and yelled at him then, but this man this husband of Angela sounded dangerous and I didn’t want to be found by him or have Kyle have to speak to the police. Why did I protect someone who had lied to me I didn’t know. Oh hell, I lied to myself. I did know I loved the lying jerk and I hoped he had a good explanation for all of this. I’d better not be transporting his mistress to her cousin’s home. My shrink had warned me that I tended to be a doormat in relationships. I had learned to be passive to avoid the backlash from my father while he drank day in and day out. My dad was sober now but the damage had been done he said. I needed to learn to speak up and I wanted to I really did but I wasn’t having this conversation in front of Angela and the kids. It wasn't the kids fault that Kyle lied to me and their step-father sounded like a drunk. I couldn't make their lives more miserable. The conversation could wait. I’d better not be transporting Kyle’s mistress to her cousin’s home.

   We traveled to the backdoor, shivering in the cold and powerful wind, we put all our things in the car and climbed in. It was just after two a.m. when we reached the highway the kids were sleeping in the back and Angela too had drifted off. Kyle drove and headed towards Angela’s cousin’s home near Thunder Bay.

   I wanted to know why he had lied and have it out with Kyle but the car slide and shuddered as snow came down heavily and there was a mysterious black car following us. Kyle needed all his wits about him to concentrate on the road and keep that car from his tail end. My anger would have to wait.

To be continued next week

 ©Sheilagh Lee  January 28, 2015

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 4

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 4

Amicable, adjective: friendly, good-natured, cordial, easy, easygoing, neighborly, harmonious, cooperative, civilized, nonconfrontational.

Frivolous, adjective; a frivolous girl: skittish, flighty, giddy, silly, foolish, superficial, shallow, irresponsible, thoughtless, featherbrained, empty-headed, pea-brained, birdbrained, vacuous, vapid; informal dizzy, dippy, ditzy, flaky; frivolous remarks: flippant, glib, facetious, joking, jokey, lighthearted; fatuous, inane, senseless, thoughtless; informal flip; new rules to stop frivolous lawsuits: time-wasting, pointless, trivial, trifling, minor, petty, insignificant, unimportant.

Unrefined, adjective: unprocessed, untreated, crude, raw, natural, unprepared, unfinished; uncultured, uncultivated, uncivilized, uneducated, unsophisticated; boorish, lumpen, oafish, loutish, coarse, vulgar, rude, rough, uncouth.

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                          Home For Christmas-Part 4

   “I saw you give the clerk a hundred dollar bill,” I announced, angrily.
   “That was so they could notify me if the husband shows up.”
   Embarrassed and annoyed that I'd jumped to conclusions, I asked, “I’m sorry for misjudging you, but where will I sleep?” 
   “You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor,” Kyle offered.
   “No, that’s foolish we’ll bundle,” I offered.
   “Bundle is that as sexy as it sounds?” Kyle asked half-joking.
  “It used to be used during courtship; an unmarried couple's occupied the same bed without undressing. You can also put a blanket down the centre of the bed and then sleep on either side of it.”
  “I guess we could do that,” Kyle said, “The floor’s awfully uncomfortable and probably dirty.

We arranged the top comforter so now cylindrical and placed it as a dividing line. I went into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas.
Kyle broke out laughing when he saw my pajamas.
  “What you don’t like my ‘Foxy’ onesie?” I joked pulling the hood up on them to reveal the fox ears.
   “They’re very cute,” Kyle said and then began singing “What did the fox say?”

  We laughed hysterically.and then we danced around the room and song the fox song. I tripped over a knot in the rug and Kyle caught me. He looked deep into my eyes and as his lips met mine, I kissed him back fiercely. Before I knew it we were lying on his side of the bed, him unzipping my pajamas. I reached to pull off his sweater and then his tee-shirt when we heard a hammering at our door. I quickly zipped up my pajamas and Kyle put on tee-shirt and sweater. Leaving the security lock on, he opened the door a crack.

  “It’s Ajeet, Devika, and at the door,” Kyle said as he hurriedly opened the door and ushered them in. 

   I felt foolish and waited for Angela to find me frivolous and unrefined with my messed hair and swollen lips and dressed in my fox pajamas; but she said nothing about them instead she seemed agitated and fearful. Then I noticed they all carried their suitcases.

   “I am so sorry to disturb you.” Angela said,  “but we must leave.
   “Why?”I puzzled.
  “He’s here, my father's here. I saw him in the parking lot,” Devika said her voice becoming high pitched and clearly frightened.
  “Are you sure?” Kyle asked.
  “Yes, I saw him but he did not see me,” Angela claimed.
  “But he was headed for the front door, mother,”Devika commented.
  “We should leave,now!” Angela said.
  “He won’t find you if you’re here,” Kyle exclaimed.
  “Here?” I asked.
  Kyle looked at me as if begging me to agree, so I said, “Of course you can stay here.”
Wondering where they would sleep.
“You and the children take the bed. Mel and I will take the floor if you give us the comforter and a couple of pillows,” Kyle explained.
“That doesn’t seem right it is your room,” Angela answered.
“We’ll be fine it will be just like camping and you and the children need you rest,” Kyle insisted. 
But what if he comes?Angela asked,
“He won't know you, three are here,”Kyle answered.
Then we will stay. Thank you both,Angela replied.

  A few minutes later we were all camped out; Angela and the kids all comfortable in our bed and Kyle and I sleeping on the hard floor on top of the comforter. An hour later we were all awakened by pounding on our hotel room door.

©Sheilagh Lee  January 21, 2015

to be continued.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 3

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 3

Distracted, adjective: Unable to concentrate because one's mind is preoccupied.

Genuine, adjective: Truly what something is said to be; authentic; (of a person, emotion, or action) sincere.

Modest, adjective: Unassuming or moderate in the estimation of one's abilities or achievements; (of an amount, rate, or level of something) relatively moderate, limited, or small; (of a place in which one lives, eats, or stays) not excessively large, elaborate, or expensive; (of a woman) dressing or behaving so as to avoid impropriety or indecency, especially to avoid attracting sexual attention; (of clothing) not revealing or emphasizing the figure.

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Home for Christmas-Part 3

      The girl child with the woman looked oddly familiar; then I realized I had passed her on my way to the washroom. The little girl had been exiting as I entered. Model thin and stunning,she was very modest. The woman looked a lot like Halle Berry, even with her black hair hanging down to her waist and parted on the left side. Her hair accentuated her eyes which were almost black, but glittered with specks of silver. Her daughter about ten years of age was as carbon copy of her mother only in miniature size. The boy about nine years of age had dark wavy hair clipped short to his head and his eyes were a strange mesmerizing azure blue. The boy looked unhappy, distracted  and cowed when Kyle glanced at him.

   “Melanie this is Angela Batawali and her children Ajeet and Devika. Angela this is my girlfriend Melanie.”
  “Hello,” I said cautiously.
  “Angela’s car broke down and she and her children need a ride to Sault St. Marie. Do you think if we juggle some things we can put them in the backseat?”
  “Yes,” I answered, not sure what she could do with her television and her paintings that were in the backseat but understanding that Kyle pleading with his eyes for me to agree.
   “Thanks Mel, I knew I could count on you,” Kyle whispered, “Don’t worry about yourself I can arrange for it to be shipped to London.”
  “Are you sure Miss, I mean your boyfriend put you on the spot,” asked Angela.
I almost took it back then for this woman was so beautiful but Kyle had introduced me as his girlfriend and that meant he had put up a barrier between them.
  “Will we leave soon?” asked Angela.
  “Actually given the weather, Kyle and I had planned on finding a hotel or motel for the night, after a meal,” I answered.
  “We’re not hungry and we’ll stay in the car overnight,” Angela stated as her daughter licked her lips and stared hard at another diner eating fries and a hamburger.
  “Since we insist on staying please allow us to pay for your meal and of course comp your hotel stay since it’s our fault,” Kyle interjected.
  “We couldn’t do that,” Angela insisted.
  “Please, I can’t eat in front of the kids,” Kyle insisted.
  “Okay,” Angela agreed.
  “So where did you meet?” Melanie asked.
  “In the parking lot. My car broke down and the tow truck driver said my car was fixable. I cried in my car and your boyfriend was so nice. He saw through the window that I cried and came out to help me. He invited us in and even bought the kids a milkshake. Then he offered us a ride when I told him I drove to my cousin’s in Sault St. Marie. Thank you so much for so being so nice about this.”
  “Our pleasure,” I answered.

    Kyle asked the kids what they wanted then when Angela tried to order just soup he ordered the same for her. I knew the story would not be heard here, but I’d wait until later to hear it. 

    Kyle drove my car to a nearby shipping place then came back and collected us from the restaurant. Angela and her kids got in the backseat and buckled up and we drove to the nearby motel we’d googled. Arriving we went into the office and were told there was only two rooms left. Kyle’s eyes pleaded with me not to tell Angela that wouldn’t be okay and so I went along with it.

   We went to our rooms, Angela, and her kids to theirs and Kyle and I to ours.
    Kyle took me aside at the door and told me how he had seen Angela’s daughter crying and had ventured to ask her what was wrong. She had told him they were fleeing her father and going to her mother’s cousins but their car had broken down. In fact the tow truck driver said the car was dead. It was then he saw the bruises on the child’s wrists and some purple marks on her neck. He had asked her if her dad did that and she had answered a whispered yes. He asked where to find her mother and that’s when he saw Angela crying in the car and went out to her with her daughter. He convinced her to come in and fed the children milkshakes and that’s when I came to the table. Angela too had signs of abuse had I not see the make-up she wore to cover her black eye? I shook my head ashamed. That poor woman I thought. I had been genuinely jealous of her and she had gone through turmoil. Kyle went up even more in my estimation.

   Kyle opened the door to our room. Imagine my surprise when the twin beds in our room turned out to be a double bed. I looked at him my eyes widening shock.

  “I didn’t know Mel. You heard them they promised twin beds I’ll sleep on the floor,” Kyle protested as he shut the door.

 ©Sheilagh Lee  January 14, 2015
To be continued

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 2

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 2

Merry Christmas to my Orthodox Christian readers 

Electric, adjective: Of, worked by, charged with, or producing electricity; (of a musical instrument) amplified through a loudspeaker; (of a color) brilliant and vivid;having or producing a sudden sense of thrilling excitement.

Passionate, adjective: Showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief; showing or caused by intense feelings of sexual love.

Savage, adjective: (Of an animal or force of nature) fierce, violent, and uncontrolled; cruel and vicious; aggressively hostile; (chiefly in historical or literary contexts) primitive; uncivilized; (of a place) wild-looking and inhospitable; uncultivated; (of something bad or negative) very great; severe; noun: A member of a people regarded as primitive and uncivilized; a brutal or vicious person; verb: (especially of a dog or wild animal) attack ferociously and maul. 

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Home for Christmas-Part 2

     Driving down the road in my car we talked of the past. The conversation was electric and made me remember how much I had missed our friendship.

   “Do you remember when we met on the playground?” Kyle asked.
   “Of course, you pushed me on the swing,” I answered.
   “Yes, you looked a little forlorn there when you couldn’t get the swing to move.”
   “I didn’t realize you had to pump your legs. My mom had always pushed me,” I protested.
   “You looked so sweet and adorable. I couldn’t refuse you.”
   “Your older brother, Andrew teased you unmercifully about it.”
   “Andrew kept calling you my girlfriend but I put him right.”
   “I couldn’t believe it when you put him in a headlock,” I commented.
   “He was jerk. He knocked you off the swing and made your knee bleed all I got was a bloody nose.”
   “Did your parents give you much grief?” I asked.
   “Don’t pretend you don’t know this Mel. My parents made me tell them why we fought and when they heard what he did to you he was grounded for two weeks. They also punished me for hitting my brother.”
   “How is Andrew? What’s he doing now?”
   “He’s working as a lawyer and is married with two kids of his own, one of them a daughter. He treats his daughter like a princess and my nephew Andrew Jr, guards her like a Rottweiler. Woe betide any boy that tried to harm her.”
   “Is your sister-in-law nice?”
    “Yes, Andrew picked a really nice woman. Alaina’s kind and considerate of others and she adores Andrew and their kids. She’s a nurse at London Health Sciences Victoria Campus.”
   “Your parents must love having two grandchildren.”
   “They do but between Alaina and them they’re really pushing for me to get married and have kids too.”
  “So anyone serious,” I asked hoping he’d say no.
  “About six years ago, I was engaged, but we broke it off about six weeks before the wedding neither of us were in love, we just liked the idea of marriage. Caroline is engaged to be married now to one of my friends; remember Scott?”
   “Scott? Oh no, not Scotty Warner?”
   “Yes, Scotty Warner, though he hates being called Scotty now.”

     The conversation went on like this for hours and I felt like we were Mel and Ky again just like when we were kids and I had followed him around like a puppy. Too bad in the last year of high school Caroline had come along. Yes, the same Caroline who he’d been engaged to. How I hated her. She had taunted me that she could get Kyle knowing how I felt about him and she’d succeeded. She had flaunted passionate love scenes of her kissing him and him responding in front of me. If that hadn't been bad enough she then savagely kept his friendship from me. She had told him that he couldn’t be her boyfriend and my friend; he had to choose. He chose her. 

     I looked closer at the sign posts it had been thirteen hours since we left the hotel. If I didn’t get some real food and a bathroom break I felt like I’d die. Where were we?

     “Kyle do you have any idea where we are?”I asked.
     “We just crossed into Northern Ontario. Are you hungry? I think there’s a diner/ truck stop up ahead. I think the storm has followed us. Snow comes down and I think the roads will get a little rough too.”
     “Okay let’s stop, then we can google where to stop for the night.”
I pulled into the parking lot and went into the restaurant excusing myself to go to the washroom. When I came out I spotted Kyle sitting with a young woman and her two children. Who were they and why had they joined him? I wondered. Did he know them?

©Sheilagh Lee January 7, 2014

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy 2015


Life is challenging but we strive and continue year after year, some good, some bad. I hope this year contains love and light for you and yours.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Merry Christmas , Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays
Happy  Hannukuah 
Happy Kwanzaa

Whatever you celebrate  I hope you spend time with people you love!
See you here January 7th after New Years

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas

Alive, adjective: (Of a person, animal, or plant) living, not dead; (of a feeling or quality) continuing in existence; continuing to be supported or in use; (of a person or animal) alert and active; animated; having interest and meaning.

Glaring, adjective: Giving out or reflecting a strong or dazzling light; staring fiercely or fixedly; highly obvious or conspicuous.

Misty, adjective: Full of, covered with, or accompanied by mist; (of a person's eyes) full of tears so as to blur the vision; indistinct or dim in outline; (of a color) not bright; soft.

Home for Christmas

     I looked in the back of my car. Not a lot to show for five years out west. I couldn’t believe it I would be home for Christmas after all; but not just because my parents had sent me some cash and the gas prices were down. No, I’d lost my job. Downsizing they called it, but what it really glaringly amounted to was that I was out of work. The trunk was packed with my clothes and a few possessions, but I sold everything else for cash to get home. Home, funny how I still called my parent’s house home.

      Now if I slept in my car a couple of times instead of a hotel, and drove some thirteen hour days; I could be home in three days.  Three days before Christmas. I could do this as long as there were no blizzards, ice storms or other weather events that was.

    I put my Honda Civic in gear and pointed in the direction of my parent’s home in London, Ontario; only 2218.64 miles or 3570.55 kilometers.  I cranked the Christmas tunes to keep awake and to elevate my mood. I hadn’t told my parents that I planned on moving home, only that I’d be home for Christmas. How could I tell them the daughter they were so proud of had lost her job in advertising?

    Ten hours later merging onto the TC-1 E and passing through I hit my first snag first misty fog hung in the air. Then snow came down heavily. When I reached Regina I thanked God I was alive and decided to spend the night. Pulling into the Wyndham Regina and luckily was able to get a room for the night. I planned on leaving after my free breakfast and hoped the snow would have died by then.

     Bleary eyed the next morning I walked into the breakfast room and bumped into a man whose head was down.

    “Sorry,” I said and then looked full into his face. I couldn’t believe it, “Kyle?” I uttered.
   “Wow, it’s been years,” I commented as my heart turned over and did that little pitter patter it always had when I saw him. Kyle had been the love of my life the one who got away. I recalled when we’d first met as children at the swing set. We were six and he pushed me on the swing. I fell in love instantly and he became my best friend. We remained friends all through public school then high school and then went our separate ways when he went off to university in Vancouver. I had always held out hope that he’d somehow see me as girlfriend material, but it had never happened. He called me at first after he went to university, but after he went through a girlfriend, or two, somehow we lost touch. Now when I was at one of the lowest points of my life here he was. What silly thinking! We were just ships passing in the night.
    “It has. Come join me for breakfast,” Kyle invited.    
     I smiled and nodded. I grabbed a coffee and a muffin and sat down at a table beside him.
    “So what do you do now?”
    “I had a job in advertising I’m looking for a new job in the New Year though,” I added.
   “Funny, I have an advertising firm,” Kyle answered.
   “You do?”
   “Yes it’s a new venture, but it’s really starting to take off,” Kyle answered.
   “Oh, good for you. Where is this business?”
   “It’s in London, Ontario.”
   “ That’s where I’m headed for Christmas.”
   “Really? I had forgotten that’s where your parents lived.” He joked, “I wrapped up some business here in Saskatchewan but unfortunately my car broke down, so I’m stuck all the car rental places are booked solid.”
   “I have room in my car,” I blurted before I even thought about it.
   “You do? You’re a lifesaver Melanie,” Kyle commented, “And of course I’ll pay my way I’ll pay for the gas.”
   “Thanks,” I said awkwardly.

     Why in the world had I offered him a ride? He had his own advertising firm, while I had been let go from mine. I was a terrible failure and he was a success. He’d never look at me. Why did I torture myself this way? This guy had been my friend but had never known I had feelings about him as he went out with every Thomasina, Darlene and Harriet. He smiled and me and that hope that had died years ago rose again in me. Days in a car with me maybe he’d see me as a romantic partner instead of a pal. A girl could hope couldn’t she?

©Sheilagh Lee December 17, 2014

    To be continued in three weeks, in the meantime have a Happy Holiday, a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah or Happy Kwanzaa, whatever this holiday season entails to you.