Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Three Word Wednesday -Sacrifice Part 1


Three Word Wednesday - Sacrifice

Clever; adjective: Quick to understand, learn, and devise or apply ideas; intelligent; skilled at doing or achieving something; talented; showing intelligence or skill.
Finish; verb: Bring (a task or activity) to an end; complete; consume or get through the final amount or portion of (something, esp. food or drink); (usually be finished) complete the manufacture or decoration of (a material, object, or place) by giving it an attractive surface appearance; noun: [usually in singular] an end or final part or stage of something.
Silky; adjective: Of or resembling silk, esp. in being soft, fine, and lustrous; (of a person or their speech or manner) suave and smooth, esp. in a way intended to be persuasive.


          Sacrifice- Part 1 

          My hair brushed to a fine silk, hung down my back in ringlets, that refused to leave. The attendant placed the finest white veil over my face and head, hiding me from view. The veil luminous, as gold flecks were embroidered throughout it, yet so thick I couldn’t see through it. I wondered again why I had to finish this and then I remembered...people depended on me.

          Scared, I kept telling myself just get through this. As I marched down the long hall and into the inner sanctum of the beast, I heard the attendant leave and the doors slam closed. I peeked through a small hole in the veil and saw a huge dark room. I counted at least twenty dark black curtains covering what I assumed were windows around the room. Had someone died? It looked like a house in mourning. I grew more afraid would I even be welcomed?

           I fumbled around finding first floor to ceiling treasures of gold and jewels in containers then two chairs covered in gold and satin brocade. I sat down being careful to arrange my gold silk dress carefully around me to present the best picture.

          I glanced around the room again and comprehended it wasn’t totally dark; lamps flickered on low, in the corners of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized I was alone, I could still flee I thought and then I remembered what would happen if I did. I would finish what I had started.

          I sat there for hours wondering if I would die from hunger or thirst first when the door to the room opened with a thud. I wanted to scream and run but my duty must be done. I straightened up and stood up from the chair to await the beast. The beast from what I could see through the tiny hole in the veil and the darkness of the room, stood as a tall as a giant. Too dark for me to see his face I still saw that he was over seven feet tall. In shadow I saw his arms swing as he walked across the room. He startled when he saw me standing there.

          “What have we here? Have the villagers brought me yet another of what they think is treasure?” he asked, as he reached out to touch me.

          The beast unwrapped me like a present, removing my veil. He touched my hair and I grew frightened, other sacrifices had come back with tales of the beast screaming at them and then wrapping them up in rugs to be returned to the villagers. I could not be returned, if I were then all would be lost. The village owed a great debt to the beast and they had decided I could be the only payment. I would do my duty.

          “So they’ve sent me another woman. When will they stop? I didn’t want the marauders near the village anymore then they did. The village was lucky they came at night, for I do not go out during the day.”

          I tried to look over my shoulder and into his eyes, but I could not see them in the darkness.

          “Don’t you have a tongue, or have they cut it out?”
          “I am sorry my lord. I did not know you wished me to speak,” I answered meekly.
          “Politeness? And so it begins a simpering miss, who begs me not to ravish her,” he laughed.

          I smiled to put him at ease.

          “Go,” he commanded.
          “Please sir, let me stay. I can make your home more habitable,” I offered.
          “You’ve seen only my treasure room, why would you think my home uncivilized?”
          “I beg your pardon sir, I did not say that. I only offered to...”
          “You offered to clean, like a scullery maid. I can clean myself. You are a great lady, are you not?”
          “I am a lady, a princess,” I admitted.
          “And you think me a beast?”
          “Oh no, sir, I do not,” I lied.
          “You lie prettily enough. Are you clever, can you play the harpsichord?”
          “I can and I can sing.”
          “There in the corner is a harpsichord and a sheet of music. Regale me with your talent.”
          “I fear I cannot see the music, or the keys, my lord.”
          “Cover your head with this veil again, whilst I light the lamp in the corner. You must not look at me, only look at the harpsichord.  If you look at me, I will have to kill you is that understood?”
          “Yes,” I answered.

          He walked me to the harpsichord and bade me sit. I did so and then after he lit the lamp, he removed my veil and told me to perform. The song near the harpsichord was a favourite of mine, ‘Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes’.

          As my voice rose in joy and I gave myself over to the music, the room was transformed, roses bloomed in the room and light filled the room surrounding me. I felt exhilarated and like love surrounded me. Somehow, I knew all this came from him whom they called the beast, but was he a beast? I wanted to look back at him but I grew afraid of his threat to slay me.

          “Your voice is golden and has brought me joy. Put the veil on and come with me,” the beast bade me when I finished.

          He took me to a bedroom and I grew afraid again but then he slammed the door and I heard a bolt thrown on the other side. Through the door I heard “Eat the food I placed at your bedside and sleep well my lady. I will return after you rest.”

          I looked around in the centre of the room was a huge four poster bed with pure cotton white voile bed curtains and white satin sheets with a white cotton bedspread. Beside the bed on a small table as the beast had promised was food and drink. Maybe he was not a beast I reasoned, had he not gave me food drink and a place to sleep?

          I ate and drank greedily and found my eyes quickly closing. There had been drugs in the food or drink I reasoned, but who had prepared it I was my last thought, before I surrendered to sleep.

To be continued next week
©Sheilagh Lee  May 22, 2013

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Three Word Wednesday- Once Upon A Kingdom

Three Word Wednesday- Once Upon A Kingdom


Prompts: Helpless; adjective: Unable to defend oneself or to act without help.
Trample; verb: Tread on or crush; treat with contempt; noun: An act or the sound of trampling.
Vigilant; adjective: Keeping careful watch for possible danger of difficulties; watchful, observant and attentive.



                               Once Upon A Kingdom


     “Tell me the story mother,” I begged.
     “Aren’t you too old for stories Carys?”
     “Please Mam for my sixteenth birthday I would have this story,” I pleaded.
     “Very well, but what I should be finding you is a husband. You fast become an old maid Carys.”
    “Thank you, Mam.”
    “For thousands of years, the kingdom of Hapus lived in prosperity and joy. We grew crops, we celebrated our harvests, and we danced. We were happy, then came a new ruler. Tristian was a fine boy, but when his father lost his mother when he aged to four, Tristian was neglected. He had no one, but a cruel nanny to raise him. She locked him in closets, beat him about the ears for no reason, and lashed him with horse reins,...but still his father did not stop her. Her lies about his behaviour went unchalllenged and Tristian lost his humanity.

      Tristian grew to adulthood and became cruel like his nanny who raised him. As King he mocked his vassals, spurred on by his nanny who whispered in his ear. Bored he played games which involved tormenting his subjects beating them and imprisoning them in oubliette’s until they died. Behind our backs other areas called us Creulondeb (cruelty). Those that had dared to come when the King ruled were treated to derision, violence and robbery and prison. King Tristian took a princess Delwyn from a nearby kingdom, who was renowned for her beauty and sweetness. Within a year she produced a child, a boy Gareth and mysteriously died. Gareth grew into a sweet boy despite the neglect he faced. As a teen he appeared kind when his father wasn’t around. His father Tristian thought him weak and cursed the only son he had.

      “Poor Gareth,” I commented as I always did at this point.
      “Yes, poor Gareth,” my mother agreed, “But he had a choice to be different he wasn’t helpless.”
     “Don’t you think that’s unfair Mam?”
     “Do you want me to tell you the story or not?”
     “Please continue, Mam.”
     “King Tristian took his son out on a raid to a nearby kingdom. He planned to steal a princess and riches for his kingdom. The princess would be his daughter-in-law the riches King Tristian’s.  King Tristian, Prince Gareth and his men came upon an old woman in the woods. The woman looked old frail and gathered wood and berries. The King’s horse trampled her and knocked her down, but he did not help her up as it seemed to crush her beneath his feet.

     “Help me please,” the old woman cried in agony.
      But the King decreed no one should help her. Gareth looked like he wanted to go help so the woman begged him. “Please help me young prince.”

      But Gareth afraid of his father did not help the woman and the King bade them leave her to die there. The horses road away but a short distance later a young and beautiful woman, appeared before them. The King mesmerized told the men to stop.
The king dismounted captivated despite the warnings from his men. She condemned first the King to death with a curse that be felled him, then all his men. Gareth hopped on his horse and fled in terror the woman’s feet like wings, as she pursued him to Hapus. When she caught up to him she asked, “Gareth Reece your family has been found guilty of crimes against humanity. You and your father have ruled with an iron fist that has harmed your people.

      “It wasn’t me,” Gareth responded.
      “Did you stand up to your father? Did you tell him to help your people?”
      “If I had he would have harmed me,” protested Gareth.
      “When you came upon an old woman in the woods and your father harmed her, did you help her?”
      “No,” Gareth replied in a small voice.
      “Did the old woman beg you for help and you did nothing?”
      “Yes, but I could do nothing.”
      “Be honest could you have helped the woman?”
      “No!”
      “You lie. You could have helped you may have taken a beating but because you were afraid you allowed someone to die,” condemned the woman.
Her hair flared her hands outstretched, she began to chant.
      “Who are you?” asked Gareth.
      “Someone you should have helped,” the woman answered turning back into the old woman for a second so he could see her.

      Gareth gasped, and she chanted encasing him under a block of ice. Then she turned to the people of Hapus and exclaimed, “People of Hapus for his unkindness King Gareth was condemned to lay encased in ice, until someone’s kindness will free him. For your complicity I condemn you, the people of the kingdom of Hapus... to isolation from all, until such time your King Gareth is freed from his curse. This will protect you from retribution and protect strangers from those who live here now. But be vigilant and protect your King’s resting place. King Gareth will be unable to be freed until a hundred years has passed and all who live here now have died.

     “And this happened how long ago. Mam?” I asked my mother.
     “At least two hundred years ago. don’t interrupt Carys.”
     “Sorry Mam. Continue, please.”
     “Years came and went and still King Gareth was trapped. Desperate women tried incendiary devices and kisses to free him to no avail. He still lies beneath the ice. You’ve seen him yourself Carys.”
     “Is it true we’re descendant from that old woman?”
     “Yes, but you must keep that to yourself, lest we be condemned but those around us.”
    “May we go to see him?”
    “See who?”
    “King Gareth.”
   “I guess that’s harmless enough,” Mam agreed.

      So we I went to see the King. I found myself pitying him, as I always did, but this time, my hands reached out, touching where his were, beneath the ice. Tears streamed from my eyes falling on it, dissolving the ice and freeing him. King Gareth freed, he took me for his bride, his queen, ruling with kindness. His family’s lesson learned.

©Sheilagh Lee May 15, 2013

Monday, May 13, 2013

Sunshine Award


Ú°Ú¿Ú¿-Ú°Ú¿ Sunshine Award from the wonderful and talented Belinda Witzenhausen.

Sunshine Award


I often check in on Belinda's blog http://www.belindawitzenhausen.com/, busy with editing my book today, I delayed and she sent me a message on Twitter. I found she nominated me with the talented writers Rich Weatherly, Karen Einsel, Jenny Sosniak, Micheal Rivers, Eri Nelson, Maryann Kempher, Carole DiTosti, Damyanti Ghosh, Lora Fisher, and Glenn Starkey:Writer for this award. Thank you Belinda.
I nominate

1.) Bert Carson - @BertCarson: Writer, author, and blogger and Vietnam vet.

2.)Carolyn Arnold- @Carolyn_Arnold : Writer, author and blogger

3.)Larry Enright- @LarryEnright :Writer, author and blogger

4.)Henry Leland - @OldeYellerCat : Writer and poet

5.)Tiffany King- @AuthorTiffany: author, and blogger

6.) Patti Roberts- @PattiRoberts7 :Writer, author and blogger

7.) Siobhan Muir- @SiobhanMuir : Writer, author, poet and blogger

8.) Susan H Gottfried - @WestofMars : Writer, author and blogger

9.) Rebecca Furlow-@trickstertara :Writer, crafter and full-time artist

10.) Mimi Barbour-@mimibarbour :author and blogger


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Wednesday, May 8, 2013


Three Word Wednesday- Obsession - Part 9-Conclusion
Prompts:

Destruction; noun: The action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired; the action or process of killing or being killed; [in singular] a cause of someone's ruin.

Lanky; adjective: (Of a person) ungracefully thin and tall.

Ultimatum; noun: A final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations.

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                            Obsession - Part 9-Conclusion

        The sound of bullets seemed to go on forever, hearing a break I stood up still worried about the destruction of the bathroom door from bullets. In the process of going through the window, my legs in the air, squeezing through the small window. I wiggled out the window and dropped to the ground. I heard bullets begin to whiz again. One bullet came through the bathroom door and split the tub I’d been sheltering in as I looked back in. I ran, hands raised, to the sidewalk, where I saw men in flak jackets that read R.C.M.P.
          A lanky good looking man stepped out of the shadows and pulled me into his arms.
          Thank God, you’re safe Natalia,” Jack exclaimed and then kissed me passionately.
          I wondered at that moment, why I had entertained and thoughts of Alexander in any romantic sense. Jack loved me, all of me. He had come to save me.
          “Where is that bastard Alexander?”
          “According to a note, Callum, passed me, Alexander and Jeffery are locked in the basement. A man named Carlos holds Caroline, Callum, and Saul prisoner. He took the kids and me prisoner but I got him to drop the children at school...”
          “They are safe with my mother Natalia. You did good, honey.”
          “How did you find me? Did the police call you?”
          “No...”
          “It’s all over Mrs. Camden. Carlos Ramirez is dead. Did you get her statement Jack? Does she know where Alexander Camden is?” an R.C.M.P. officer asked, interrupting.
          “She says that Alexander and his brother Jeffery are locked up in the basement, and the other two, Bob?” Jack asked
          “His body guards Javier Rivera, and Marco Batista have all been arrested. Javier is in serious condition the paramedics tell me, but they think he’ll make it. The other one has a few flesh wounds.  Paulo Georgiou was apprehended before we started all this, you know that Jack.”
          “Carlos’ second?”
          “There was a raid in Mexico, César Montez got away.”
          “Damn!”
          “You know what this means Jack. Do you want to tell your wife or am I?”
          “What aren’t you telling me Jack? Is it that Alexander and I are still legally married? Alexander told me that. Alexander said you put him in prison in Mexico...that you knew he was alive. That’s not true...right?”
          “I didn’t put him in prison. I heard he was died. Then I heard about you and at first I wanted to just help you out, after all he was my cousin. But then I fell in love with you. I wanted to take care of you and have you take care of me.”
          “But you knew he was in prison at some point?” I asked, reading between the lines.
          “I admit, I found out before we married that C.S.I.S. found him alive, in some Mexican prison. They got him to sign the papers you’re legally divorced and therefore we’re legally married. The guy I talked to lied to me about Alexander. I swear I didn’t know about him being alive. They told me he was dead. a week before we married. Then when you went missing, they contacted me and told me he was alive and had taken you.I gave them an ultimatum if they wanted my help, they had to start sharing.”
          “How do you know anyone at the Canadian Security Intelligence Service? Or the R.C.M.P.?”
          “I’m sorry Natalia, I lied... I’ve been lying to you. I work for the R.C.M.P., we do some work with C.S.I.S. I used to work mostly in the office not in the field, in cyber terrorism mostly, but then my cousin became a person of interest in a lot of different crimes and they brought me in to help track him. Surprised, they trusted me I started to track him.I found him in Mexico and then I lost him until they found him in a jail. I thought they totally trusted me, until a few months ago when they told me Alexander was still alive.”
          “You worked for the police? But you said you worked in an office for TriCorp. You went on business trips, all those times you were working for the R.C.M.P, in danger and you never told me?”
          “I couldn’t they told me I was sworn to the official secrets act.”
          “But you’re telling me now.”
          “I know, I told them that I could lie to you any longer. That keeping secrets had almost got you killed. I’m sorry Natalia, please forgive me.”
          “I was the one originally involved with Alexander. You weren’t responsible for him taking me but you should have confided in me, I’m your wife.”
          “I should have, official secrets vow, or not,” admitted Jack.
          “But you love me?” I asked. “So why have you been trying to push me away for the last few months with all those comments about my weight gain?”
          “I love you, Natalia, but when I learned Alexander was alive and you could be a target for him and his cohorts I tried to get to leave me and take the children.”
          “But you weren’t always mean to me...”
          “I tried but I loved you too much I couldn’t let you go.”
          “You’re a dope you know that,” I commented “But I love you. Can we just go home to the children?”
          “I’d like that, but the truth is, Bob went to pick up our children and my mom We’re going into the witness protection program, after you give your official statement at the police station. César Montez will come after anyone who is Alexander’s family.”
          “Then Alexander and Jeffery will be in danger.”
          “I love that you care, but Jeffery and Alexander will be going to jail and will be protected there. Caroline Hensel, her son (whom we rescued in Mexico) and her brother Saul and Callum will be relocated into witness protection too,”
          “I’m glad they’re safe. But will your Mom be okay with this?
          “Mom wants to be with her grandchildren and us. She is anxious to go start a new life.”
          “Where will we live?”
          “I’m not sure they haven’t enlightened me. but wherever it is I’ll be happy with you.”
****
          Six months and one week ago, I as Natalia, to all intents and purposes disappeared. We live in an idyllic small rural area in British Columbia. Our house is far from other people and the children take the school bus into town to go to school. We get together for events with the neighbours but mostly we keep to ourselves.
          Jack still gets reports from the R.C.M.P, but they are addressed to Jason Hendrickson. He works as a game warden and keeps the peace and stays close to home. My name and the children’s names have changed too. I’m Nancy Hendrickson and my children are Ingrid and Geoffery. The children thrive they love the outdoors and have adapted well to their new names. My mother in law seems happy living with us in the wilderness, something that surprised me. We’ve learn to bake bread and bonded over the children. As for me and Jack or Jason as I call him we’re better than ever because we now tell each other everything.  In fact I have a surprise for Jason in six months, another child we’ll join our family, and I for one can hardly wait.
©Sheilagh Lee May 8, 2013

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Three Word Wednesday- Obsession - Part 8


Three Word Wednesday- Obsession - Part 8
Prompts:
Believe; verb: Accept (something) as true; feel sure of the truth of; accept the statement of (someone) as true; [with clause] hold (something) as an opinion, think or suppose.

Penitent; adjective: Feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong; repentant; noun: A person who repents their sins or wrongdoings and (in the Christian Church) seeks forgiveness from God; (in the Roman Catholic Church) a person who confesses their sins to a priest and submits to the penance that he imposes.

Tribute; noun: An act, statement, or gift that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration; [in sing.] something resulting from something else and indicating its worth;  [as modifier] denoting or relating to a group or musician that performs the music of a more famous one and typically imitates them in appearance and style of performance.

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                                          Obsession -Part 8



            I went to the door Carlos’ gun in my side, his two men following, the other waiting in the car. Opening the door I entered to find Caroline.
          “Why are you back here Natalia?Penitent?” she asked, then seeing Carlos and his men behind me, she blanched, then asked, “Carlos? Why are you here?”
          “My darling Caroline, are you not pleased to see me?”
          “I thought...”
          “You thought you never see me again,  you believed you could run away with Alexander?”
          “I didn’t run away with Alexander. He has a wife and children,” Caroline said softly, in a voice I’d never heard her use.
          “I forgive you chiquita. But you need to come home.”
          “I can’t Carlos.”
          “You are mine you will obey me,” Carlos answered striking her face.
          “You don’t own me, Carlos,” Caroline whimpered.
          Carlos and Caroline were interrupted by Saul and Callum who walked down the hall arm in arm. Carlos stared with revulsion at the two of them.
          “Who are the fresas?”Carlos asked.
          “Why does he calling them strawberries?” I asked.
           “Oh grow up Natalia, and shut your mouth. He insulted my brother with a derogatory term.”
          Appalled I wanted to say something, but then I remembered the slap and to my shame I was silent. Callum and Saul continued to hug like Carlos didn’t exist, but I knew they heard and I smiled.
          “One of the mayates is your brother. It’s a sin against God.”
          Disgusted once again with Carlos, I frowned at him. He didn’t notice, all his focus centred on Caroline.
          “He can’t help who he is. It’s how he was born,” Caroline answered.
          “Nonsense, it describes such a perversion in the bible as a sin against God. I should kill them where they stand,” Carlos cried pointing his gun at them.
          “Please, Carlos. Saul is family, Carlos. He and his friend do not harm you.Please do this as a tribute to me, a token of your love,” Caroline simpered, placing her arms around Carlos and hugging him. He let go of me as Caroline then kissed him full on the lips.
          “For you dulzura, I will allow him to live and his amigo. But you will owe me,” Carlos insisted.
          Carlos then pulled Caroline closer to him and held her fast to his side.
          “Who is this Caroline?” Callum asked.
          “Do not acknowledge him Caroline,” Saul retorted.
          “So the skinny one is your hermano?” Carlos asked.
          “Yes,” Caroline answered.
          “No one must know that he is your hermano. What is the English word? Brother?”
          “You’ll leave them alone?”
          “As long as you come with me.”
          “You will not go back to him. He beat you so bad I thought you would die,” Saul cried pulling Caroline, behind himself and Callum.
          I had some empathy for Caroline then, the poor woman had been abused and now her nightmare had found her.
          “Do not interfere little hermano. Your sister wants to see her son again. Don’t you caricias?” Carlos asked an evil grin on his face.
          “Luis is dead,” Caroline retorted with tears lingering in her eyes.
          “Who told you such a lie?” Carlos asked an evil gleam in his eye as he took out his phone and playing a video.
          Caroline’s eyes grew big as she watched the video of a little boy kicking a soccer ball and she advanced to touched the screen in awe.
          “My baby...” she cried.
          “See our son will rival Pelé.”
          “But Javier said...,”
          “Did you tell my wife our son died Javier?”
          “Only when you told me to boss,” Javier answered.
            “Shut-up Javier,” the other man quipped.
          “So see you have much to come home to our son needs his mother but first I must speak with Alexander. Where does the basura hide?”
          “He went to the store to get milk,” Saul answered.
          “Then we’ll wait for him, won’t we Javier and Marco?” Carlos exclaimed.
          “Yes, boss,” Marco answered.
          I listened to all of this with amazement and fear. Carlos the criminal, had not only married Caroline, but had a child. Poor Caroline she needed to get away from him. I needed to escape and save us all. I could go through the bathroom window I decided.
          “I have to go the bathroom,” I retorted.
          “Go,” Carlos commanded.
          I went past Saul and Callum to go to the bathroom and Callum pressed a piece of paper in my hand, without Carlos noticing. I shut the bathroom door and opened my hand and read the note. It said...

The RCMP are on the way. Hold tight. Alexander and Jeffery are locked up and safe in the basement.

          After a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and ran the water. Just as I finished, I heard a crash as the front door broke open. Shots rang out and I jumped in to the bathtub, hoping I would survive the gun battle.
©Sheilagh Lee May 1, 2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Three Word Wednesday- Obsession - Part 7


   Three Word Wednesday- Obsession - Part 7
Prompts; Crave; verb: Feel a powerful desire for (something).

Putrid; adjective: (Of organic matter) decaying or rotting and emitting a fetid smell; of or characteristic of rotting matter; (informal) very unpleasant; repulsive.

Shudder; verb: (Of a person) tremble convulsively, typically as a result of fear or revulsion; (especially of a vehicle, machine or building) shake or vibrate deeply; (shuddering; of a person's breathing) be unsteady, esp. as a result of emotional disturbance; noun: An act of shuddering.

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                                      Obsession - Part 7
          I watched and waited for Callum to leave the room. I listened as I heard a door close down the hall. Now was my chance I’d find my children and we’d leave. I couldn’t trust any of these people, despite what Callum had said. I had to get away without any of them knowing. I opened the bedroom door being careful to not let out a sound. I crept into the hall treading carefully as to not make a sound.  I darted to the left listening for the sounds of my children sleeping. Ivana always made a soft gurgling sound when she slept and I was sure that is how I would find her and her brother. I opened a bedroom door to see Alexander sleeping; apparently he made the same noises as his daughter when he slept. I closed it carefully so he wouldn’t awaken. I then continued down the hall searching for the children.
           “Where do you go Natalia?” Caroline asked.
           “I’m looking for the bathroom,” I answered.
           “Likely story. What do you take me for? An idiot? I know you were looking for your children, so you could escape.”
          “Caroline, don’t you think it would be easier for you if my children and I were out of your hair and Alexander’s?”
          “As if Alexander would allow that.”
          “He doesn’t have to know. Help me and you’ll never have to see us again.”
          “He’d never forgive me,” Caroline complained.
          “I told you he doesn’t have to know help me escape and plead ignorance. Without me and the children you can have all of Alexander’s attention and if you have your own children with him, he’ll be entirely yours.”
          “It would be nice not to have your sniveling brats around soaking up all Alexander’s attention,” Caroline admitted. “Fine then, I’ll give you some money. You can take a cab to the Tim Horton’s on Wellington Road and call Jack. But you can’t tell him where we are. Even if you hate me and I know you do... you should appreciate that Saul saved your life. If you tell anyone where we are Saul could be arrested. You don’t want that do you?”
          “I don’t want any of you arrested, “I lied “I just want my children and I to go home to my husband.”
          “Fine, then start walking there’s a phone booth on the corner, they haven’t removed yet, call a cab there. Here’s the change for it and here’s twenty dollars that should pay for the cab,” Caroline said taking money out of her purse.
          “Thank you Caroline.”
          “Just go, before I change my mind. The children are in this room,” Caroline indicated a room close by. “I’m going back to bed now, so I can deny I knew you were escaping.”
           I woke the children and told them softly to not make a sound and that I would buy them a donut when we got to Tim Horton’s. The children dressed quickly out of the men’s tee shirts they had been sleeping in and back into their clothes. I set the tee shirts aside, they smelled putrid I hoped the children didn't. As we crept down the hall I heard a noise and worried that we’d be caught. We snuck out the front door and I shut it softly. The children were excited and started to chatter about the donuts they wanted.
          “Are you okay now mommy? Do we going home to Daddy Jack now?” Ivana asked, while Gregor just sucked his thumb.Funny, how when he worried he always craved his thumb.
          “Yes, we’re going home to Daddy.”
          Gregor smiled then and took his thumb out of his mouth.
          “See I told you,” Ivana commented.
          I reached the phone booth and told the children we’d take a ride in the cab to the donut store. They were excited. I waited for the cab and when it came I climbed into the backseat relieved. It was then I heard the locks click in place and realized I couldn’t get out. This might look like a cab but this wasn’t one.
          “Hello, Mrs. Alexander Camden,” the driver stated, waving a gun at me.
          “Who are you?” I asked, with fear still trying to exit the car.
          “Someone who wants to meet you and your children,” he answered, sinisterly.  .
           “You leave my children out of this,” I answered.
          “But Alexander did not. He owes me money.”
          “How much? I’ll gladly get you the money. Just let me and the children go,” I pleaded.
          “That would be satisfactory except for one thing.”
          “What’s that?” I asked.
          “I also want Alexander. Now dial call him now.”
          “I don’t know his number,” I admitted.
          “Don’t lie to me.”
          “I’m not.”
          “Then take me to him you know where he is correct?”
          “I do, but do you promise not to harm him or anyone else there?”
          “You aren’t in any position to bargain lady,” the man insisted.
          I frowned at him and held my ground.
          “Fine, I promise not to kill Alexander. Provided he can pay me back every penny he owes me with interest,” he qualified.
          “Can I drop off my children first?”
          “What do I look like a taxi? The address now!”
          “Can I drop them at school?”I pleaded.
          “Fine, then you tell me where to find Alexander.”
          He drove to the nursery school where I dropped off the children and asked the nursery school to call Jack to come get them in an hour. I lied and said they had a doctor’s appointment.
          “The children are safe, you on the other hand are not, Mrs. Camden, now give me the address before I reconsider my kind impulse and get the children back.”
          “Five hundred and sixty Thorold Avenue,” I answered, shuddering, but resolved my children had to come first.
(To be continued next week)
©Sheilagh Lee April 24, 2013