Dear Readers

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






Friday, June 23, 2017

Always

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"Are you okay?” Andrew asked.
“At first I didn’t get it. He claimed to love me and then suddenly he married her.”
“You don’t seem over it, Gemma.”
“He was my first crush.”
“Crush not love?”
“I don’t love him anymore.”
“Why?”
“He’s not worthy of my love. He only cares about money and power.”
“You do finally get it.”
“Are you still his friend, Andrew?”
“I was never his friend, only yours Gemma.”
“You were, weren’t you?”
“Always.” 
“I realized she’s perfect for him... cold, unfeeling and distant. He’s getting what he deserves.”
“And what do you deserve? Don’t you deserve happiness?”
“I guess so.”
“Then you only have to reach for it.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked.
“I love you Gemma, but I’m willing to wait until you’re ready. We’ve been here before in other lifetimes and what you have to know is my love is like a harbour a place of safety and retreat but you can leave any time you want and I’ll still be your friend and loyal companion for eternity.”
“I don’t get it why me? Why don’t you ever give up?”
“You are worth a thousand lifetimes of friendship. Some lifetime you’ll choose me.”
“I choose you.”
“Do you mean it Gemma?”
“I love you, only you, forever more.”
“Now we can get it right and our love can last this lifetime and hopefully beyond,” Andrew replied.


I just smiled and melted into his arms happy at last.

©Sheilagh Lee June 23, 2017

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 50

Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 50

Prompts :Murky, adjective: dark, gloomy, gray, leaden, dull, dim, overcast, cloudy, clouded, sunless, dismal, dreary, bleak, dirty, muddy, cloudy, turbid, riled, roily, questionable, suspicious, suspect, dubious, dark, mysterious, secret; informal shady, sketchy.

Navigate, verb: steer, pilot, guide, direct, helm, captain, sail across/over, sail, travel/journey/voyage across/over, cross, traverse, negotiate, pass, map-read, give directions, plan the route.

Organic, adjective: living, live, animate, biological, biotic, essential, fundamental, integral, intrinsic, vital, indispensable, inherent, structured, organized, coherent, integrated, coordinated, ordered, harmonious.



Stray Bullet


    I arrived at the emergency and since it was very busy the nurse said, “We were expecting you Sheriff. We thought you’d be here sooner. The doctor will see you now.”

The nurse navigated me into a cubical and then handed me a gown saying put this on. I hated these gowns there was such a gap in the back that your tushy always hung out. I must  a face for she said, "Don't worry it's all organic to us we're used to bodies around here."

    The doctor came in shortly after and grabbed both ends of the gown and pulled them back behind me stepping up onto the cot and pulling up the blanket to my waist. At any other time I might have found her beautiful. She was a very pretty trim, brunette with green eyes, about thirty years with a name tag that read Doctor A. Sutherland. Doctor Sutherland examined my wound and the bruising told me I was lucky even that only two stray bullets had hit me. I told her I wasn’t lucky that I was named Stray Bullet. She laughed as I expected. She tenderly probed the bruise then seemed most concerned.

“It’s only a bruise,” I insisted.
“I’m the doctor; let me be the judge of that,” she claimed.

      Then as if on cue, I suddenly started to feel what my adrenaline had kept from me, extreme pressure above my ribs and light-headedness with shortness of breath. The doctor rushed me instantly to the CAT scanner and before I knew what was happening I was under the knife to repair a bleed in my heart vein. Apparently the vein had been damaged by the force of the cell phone case and my damaged phone both of which had kept the bullet from piercing my heart. The doctor told me when I woke up that they had got in just in time.

     I was very unhappy about this. I have never been a patient person and being a patient I felt made me look weak. However I was soon to find out that didn’t make me appear weak at all in fact the people of Driftwood and the investigators now labelled me a hero. Something else I wasn’t comfortable with but since it helped with the story we told I reluctantly went along with the adulation.

     As I lay in the hospital Penny made arrangements for Tina and little Tina-Marie to be cremated together and buried in with a marker in the Driftwood cemetery. The memorial service for them would be conducted a week after I was out of the hospital.
Penny surprised me with a formatted a photo album of the pictures that Aunt Louise and Stella-Marie had taken of our wedding and then she followed it up with pictures of me with Tina-Marie.  I touched the pictures and was eternally grateful to Penny for her kind thought. I had a physical remembrance of them.

     I was reunited with my beloved daughter who wisely told me not to be so trusting with women they can be bad too! Stella-Marie told me she missed Tina. Aunt Louise said Stella-Marie had nightmares about Rita but they seemed to be subsiding and that Stella-Marie was otherwise okay.

     The investigators took two days to close the case rubber stamping it as a good shoot.  I took that as a sign that I could work from the hospital. I ordered Errol to bring my laptop and coordinated and investigation to wrap up Rita aka Perita’s Castillo’s role in the crimes. I was working hard from my hospital bed when Aunt Louise burst in and kicked everyone out.  She then lay down the law to me. She had been talking to the doctor and she was really angry with me.

“How dare you endanger your health this way!! You should be resting. Your heart was bruised.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I understand you want to wrap up this case. You need to rest so I’ll compromise. Errol can come two hours a day to work with you as long as long as the doctor agrees.”

      I agreed I’d learned a long time ago you can’t fight Aunt Louise. I’d never win. So I ended up working two hours a day while in hospital. Okay, so I’m lying, I snuck in more time every chance I got and we received a lot of information on Perita aka Rita Castillo from various sources including the FBI.

    Gordon had been censured by his bosses at first. Understandably they were not happy he had been with the very person they were searching for but when the news stories started calling Gordon a hero they changed their tune. His closest bosses came up with the story that he had been under cover investigating Perita as a prime suspect.  This endeared him to the upper echelons of the FBI and he received a promotion; unfortunately he’s working at a desk for the next six months. As for me I recovered quickly (in less than a month) still wondering what had happened to Uncle Tommy and trying to figure out whether Rita was yanking my chain, or if there was really a mole in my sheriff’s department. From all the records I had gone through it all seemed that the people that had worked with Rita were gone. These were the cops that she had murdered. No testimony came from the arrested associates throughout Colorado or anyone else of anyone who seemed to have ties to Driftwood’s police department. The FBI concluded that Rita had lied, but I vowed to keep an eye on my officers. Driftwood’s police department would be safe from the criminal elements takeovers I vowed. Still there was no Uncle Tommy. I couldn’t believe that he had left us high and draw, something had happened.

      One morning as I returned to work for the first time after the shooting, I found out. Uncle Tommy sat in the front seat of my car.

“Where have you been?”

Uncle Tommy seemed to flinch like I'd misjudged him.

“Nowhere of my choice.” He answered, “You are looking better.”
“I’m looking better? When did you last see me?”
“A couple of days ago; you were sleeping.”
“Where have you been?”
“One of my handlers nabbed me. He’s no longer my handler. His boss censured him for his failure to protect two police officers from a dangerous felon Rita and then luring me away with a knockout drug. You can thank me now that made your buddy Gordon look better and I got them to give him a promotion. ”
“Your handler actually gave you a knockout drug? How?”
“The bastard injected me. He wanted me to give them more information that I simply don’t have.  He thought he could just kidnap me then tie me up and inject me with sodium pentothal and get any answers he wanted. He was in for a surprise let me tell you.  He kept me for three days before I escaped, that’s why he’s in hot water now,” Uncle Tommy stated cryptically.
“So you have a new handler?” I asked changing the subject.
“Sort of.”
“You either do or you don’t Uncle Tommy.”
“I have a former FBI agent, a former S. A. I.C. (special agent in charge, like your buddy Gordon) looking after me and my interests and reporting back to them to keep them off my back.”
“So this agent will keep you safe?”
“I’m finished all the testifying, I’m going to enjoy life now.”

      There was something Uncle Tommy wasn’t telling me and I waited for the other shoe to drop.

“I’m going to stick around in the area. That is if you don’t mind after I let you down.”
“Nonsense, you were kidnapped. You didn’t let me down.”
“At least my wife came in handy.”
“What wife?”
“Annie. She helped you didn’t she?”
“I don’t know any Annie,” I proclaimed.
“Sure you do. She saved your life, my Doctor Annie Sutherland. I’ve taken her last name in my new life.”
“What does your new handler think of this development?”
“Well considering my new handler is all handsy it’s not a problem.”
“Doctor Sutherland is your wife and your handler?”
“Yep. She’s going to continue to work at the hospital and I’ve bought a ranch just outside of town. Your daughter will be able to ride my horses there if you allow it.”
“I think she’d like that,” I answered.
“So you have all the information on Perita Castillo now.”
“Did you know who she was?”
“I knew she was operating in Colorado. I didn’t know that she was in your sphere.”
“How did you know?”
“I still have my contacts but I’ve let you down nephew; but I’m going to make it up to you. I promise you.”
“Do you know anything we don’t know about Rita?”
“Let’s see she was running a drug organization for Demonio.”
“Yes, we have that information. It’s an Argentinian and Mexican collaboration to run drugs through Canada and the United States. Rita’s great uncle had ties to the leader in Argentina but he’s now saying that he doesn’t even know any of them.”
“I heard the FBI is now doing that end of the investigation.”
“The FBI is best at taking over. Gordon is doing some of the work at his desk position but the legwork is being done by someone else,” I answered.
“And it’s almost wrapped up? I heard they arrested some of the key Mexican players but the Argentina end is going to walk. They think they’ve got all the dealers and suppliers throughout Colorado that were working with Rita, but you know there’s always one who slips the leash. ”
“That’s more than I’ve heard. All I know is that we’ve choked off the supply here.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“No, they’ll always be another dealer or supplier to step in. I’ll have to be vigilant and keep eyes and ears out to tramp down the drug trade in Driftwood.”
“Good thinking nephew; at least it will keep you busy and working.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“What do you think? See you in an hour at the memorial,” Uncle Tommy stated and then in matter of seconds had exited the car and disappeared.




To be concluded in two weeks




©Sheilagh Lee June 7, 2017

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Remembering D-Day 73 Years Later #ldnont

Remembering D-Day 73 Years Later

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Men some young, some old

Some in between
Scared, shaking in their skins
They found the inner courage
The stamina and the bravery

To go to war    
On distance shore
They battle waves
The wicked weather
To face tanks, big guns and men
Trying to take land
To end the war
To save their families
For tyranny and strife
To find peace
Who gave their all
So we could end the war
To have peace again
And enjoy the fruits of life
So on this day 73 years later
We remember their sacrifice
And every day
For their love of country
And home they forfeited
Peace of mind, fear and life
Some gave their lives
Others their peace of mind
There are now words to thank them

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Their sacrifice 

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And remember them forever
American, British and Canadian


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Londoners from Ontario, Canada







One and all remembered 
Forever more
 ©Sheilagh Lee June 6, 2017