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A Thing That Went Bump in the Night

Happy Halloween everyone! Hope you are all ready for the little monsters that will come a-knocking. Since this is the first Halloween in our new home I’m not sure how many we will have this year. I put that into the husband’s hands. I will be busy writing as I’m so far behind schedule, it’s scary! (Not to mention kids terrify me on the best of days!)

I wanted to finish the serial story I have been writing and of course other things got in the way. Yesterday I spent most of the day dealing with insurance people, government people, bank people and doctors. By the time I was done I was ready to either collapse or kill someone. Justified homicide I say!

I certainly was in no frame of mind to write. So I let it go and tried to relax. But I did promise a Halloween story and I’m here to deliver! As for the rest of “On the Run”, I will get to that if it kills me, which it might as tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo and I’m not missing that!

Okay, enough of my whining. Let me set up the story.

Way back in January of this year I wrote about Abe. He is my resident ghost and has been with me throughout my life, well since I was about 5. He’s moved with me wherever I went. It’s a true story and if you haven’t read it you can do so here. (My life with Abe)

I also wrote about growing up in a very haunted house. We all saw things that couldn’t be explained away. We felt things too. You can read that post here. (The Haunting of Home)

Now I’m going to tell you about the poltergeist we had living with us. Now I don’t know if it was the same spirit we all felt that I talked about in The Haunting of Home, but I do know it was a special kind of scary for us kids. The story will explain why.


Our house was a two-story duplex. One family living upstairs, my family living down. It had a scary dank basement and a dusty, dry attic. It was an old house. The closest we could figure it was built somewhere in the very early 1900’s or maybe even as early as the 1890’s.

We knew about ghosts in the house. After all we had all heard them, even the adults admitted hearing something. We saw shadows, heard footsteps, even the odd sounds now and then. I probably heard and saw more than anyone else. I think I’m more ‘in tune’ with the spirit world.

Everyone that lived in that house did not like to go to the basement. It gave off an evil aura. But I’m not going to write about that again. What I want to tell you about is the poltergeist.

We had an old fashion walk in pantry in the house. The kind that had a door and was like another room. In fact it was another room. It was lined with shelves and cupboards and had a window on the opposite wall of the door. A small window, but at least it lets in some light.

It was of course right off the kitchen. On the other side of the kitchen and pantry were a bathroom and a bedroom. The bedroom was where my little brother slept. My bedroom that I shared with my sister was on the opposite side of the house.

One night we all heard banging and crashing in the kitchen. It was the middle of the night and it was loud! We all got up, me, my sister and my parents. We went into the kitchen and my mom turned on the light. The pantry door was open and there were flour and sugar all over the kitchen!

I mean it was tossed all over the table and the floor. The pantry was also a mess. My mother screamed my little brother’s name and she stomped toward his room. He was the only one that wasn’t in the room.

She found him sound asleep! She had to shake him hard to get him to wake up. I remember being so scared. But I also remember thinking my little brother didn’t do that. There was no way he would have incurred my parents wrath that way. It was too stupid even for him to do.

My parents were known to have tempers. Both of them. Back then there wasn’t the no spanking thing there is today. We not only got spanked. We got beat if we did something wrong! My dad would use his fist on the boys. My mom would too but I was usually her favorite target. Not that night though.

They thought my little brother was the culprit and he was only pretending to be asleep. I could see he didn’t do it. Even that young I thought he should be covered in flour and there wasn’t any in his room or on him.

I remember my mom made us clean up that kitchen and pantry before we could go back to bed. I believe it was a Friday night, because I remember thinking that it was a good thing we didn’t have school in the morning.

When this happened, me and my brother were fairly young. I was probably around 9 or ten, him a few years younger. We were close back then and I asked him in a whisper while we were cleaning if he did it. He swore to me he didn’t and I believed him.

So the day goes on as usual and we all get ready for bed. I was a little freaked out going to bed that night. I had never heard of poltergeist yet. I knew about ghosts, sure, but not this particular kind. By definition a poltergeist is:

  • Poltergeist, a troublesome spirit or ghost that manifests itself by moving and influencing objects

Yeah, that pretty much says it all.

Wikipedia also says this: Single poltergeist cases often range in duration from a few hours to several months.

Our poltergeist didn’t last months, but it lasted along enough to have the whole family on edge and me and my poor brother walking on eggshells. Why me?

Because our resident poltergeist made another appearance. This time I got blamed. Yeah, lucky me.

It happened a few weeks after the first incidence. We didn’t know it happened until we got up one morning. Again, the kitchen and pantry was filled with flour, sugar and cereal. Also powdered milk. Anything that could make a mess was on the floor, shelves and walls. No one heard a sound this time. We all slept through it all. That in itself was rather creepy. How could all this be done without noise?

The reason I was blamed? My mom figured my brother could not be so stupid as to do it twice. So it had to be me! Crazy right? Not to her.

I swore and cried that I didn’t do it! Because I didn’t! Hell I certainly wasn’t that stupid! And I certainly didn’t want a damn beating! So much for certainties.

It was months before it happened one more time. My dad had put a lock on the pantry door for at night. Since nothing had happened for quite some time he felt it had to have been one of us kids. Then that one last time happened.

The pantry door was locked. We were all asleep and we heard noises coming from the kitchen. So we all run out there and the kitchen is a mess! Again! The pantry door was wide open and the shelves were full of flour and sugar. Then as I was standing in the doorway while everyone else is in the kitchen blaming one another for the mess, I feel a cold breeze go by me. I mean it was icy. It gave me goose bumps.

We cleaned up the kitchen once more and my parents felt certain it was still one of us kids! How we got the lock opened? Well they weren’t quite sure about that, but they were determined it had to be us. I believe we were all grounded for a while. As none of us did it, no one would confess.

From what I can remember it never happened again and no one would talk about it. They didn’t want to talk about it. And they like burying their heads in the sand when it came to things they didn’t want to discuss.

As for me. Oh yeah I remember. I’ll never forget that cold, icy breeze.








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The First Snow and Other Things I’m Up to My Neck In

Well, we got our first snow yesterday and this morning. Suppose to only get a few cm and came away with more than that. Probably a good 6 inches (15 cm). And I don’t have a shovel!

We left our shovel at the old house by mistake. Now we need to go get another one. Maybe after the snow melts. 😉 Because man it’s cold out there! It’s -9c (16F) and I don’t wanna go out. I am NOT ready for this yet!


Other news, I’m still working on the final segment of my serial story “On The Run”. I’m so sorry it’s been taking me so long to finish, but I will get it done this week! My characters have taken over the story and instead of butting heads with them like I had the last week, I’m letting them run with it! (Pun intended 😉 )

I haven’t been posting much lately, but I have been busy writing! I just finished my paid job ( I do like getting paid). It was a 12 page newsletter for a big business. Got it done with a few days to spare. Whew!

I’m also working on some posts for this week. Some are going to be about ghosts and goblins and things that go bump in the night! Because, well it is coming up on Halloween and that just yells ghost stories! One is a real ghost story! It’s about a poltergeist that lived with us when I was a kid. Stay tuned for that one!

This Friday is November 1st and I’m getting geared up for NaNoWriMo again this year. Am I crazy or what? Okay, don’t answer that. For those of you that weren’t around here last November, NaNo is a month-long event where you write 50,000 words. It can be for a new story, poems, a bunch of short stories, anything really. The goal is to have a great start on a book after the month is over with. It’s a thrill ride all month!

Last year I did it and won. I’m still in editing mode on the book I worked on last year called “The Key”.

This year I am going off in a new direction for NaNo. I’ll keep you informed with updates all month. Maybe with some excerpts too! I’m also going to be doing other posts here and there. I won’t abandon you, I promise! Of course I will be doing Friday Fictioneers also! I love doing that and I’m not giving it up.

So, that’s what I have planned for your reading enjoyment. I’m going to be busy, busy, busy, but I’m loving it!




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Friday Fictioneers ~~ October 25, 2013


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.

Thanks for stopping by the Crazy Character House, I mean my blog, for another week of Friday Fictioneers. Hope your week has been a good one. Now on with the show!

Thanks go out to the wonderful hostess on this special bus ride, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to read more stories based on the same picture or to perhaps reserve your seat on the Special bus, just click on Rochelle’s name and away you go! Have fun! Be wild and adventurous! Or just sit quietly in your seat with your seat belt fastened.

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



Genre: Literary fiction (100 words)


“Fred! What have you done?”

“I can’t take it any more Ethel! The constant barrage of bad music coming from the apartment above us is driving me insane!”

“You can’t just take his keyboard Fred! It’s in pieces too!”

“I’m going to bury it in the back yard tonight when everyone is in bed. Maybe for once I can get some rest.”

5 am the next morning, Fred crawls into bed after showering off the dirt from the musical grave outside. Sighing blissfully in the silence he snuggles down.

Wham! Bam! Bam!  Boom! Boom!  Smiling the man upstairs beats on his new drum set.

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My Characters are Such…..Characters!

I’ve been working on my continuing story, “On The Run”. The story that came out of picture prompts.

The pictures that were voted on can be found here.  The first installment of the story featuring these pictures can be found here (part 1). The second installment can be found here (part 2). The third installment is here (part 3).

Anyway, I’ve been working on the 4th installment for a couple of days now. Yeah, a couple of days of pure stubbornness on the part of my characters! They don’t want to follow directions. They are doing things that they shouldn’t and they are driving me nuts!

Amber wants to be too girly. The old ladies Edith and Myrtle are being fussy. Donnie is being an ass. As for Alesky! Don’t get me started on what a big dummy he is being!

I can NOT get anyone to behave. They just go where they want to with no rhythm or reason. Ugh!!! They thumb their collective noses at me so I have had to take a break. Forgive me. Sigh.

I will keep at them, bug them, snap at them. Maybe I can get the 4th installment done yet today. Maybe not. I am not giving up, but I might have to retreat for now. But I will finish this week! I have to!

Next month I am doing NaNoWriMo and so need to get this done so I can get in the zone for November. Hmm, maybe that’s why Amber and crew are being obnoxious. They don’t want to be left behind. Well they are just going to have to deal because I have a whole different thing I’m going to be working on for NaNo.

I’ll keep you all in the loop, promise. But for now I have some ass to kick.

Oh, the photo for the next installment is below. Just thought I would give you a heads up. Wish me luck!


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Daily Prompt: Distance is the new Rainbow

Daily Prompt: ______ is the new ______

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase:

“_____ is the new _____.”

There’s your post title. Now write!


I thought today’s Daily Prompt was an interesting one. All I had to do was go to one of my favorite blogs, pick out the 4th and 14th word, plop them in the blanks and wham! I got my title for my blog today.

So off I went to tiny’s blog called “tiny lessons blog”.  She writes poetry and everything she writes is beautiful and full of joy, wonder and hope. I love her blog and consider her a true friend. So go on over and enjoy her words, after you finish mine that is.

Distance is the new Rainbow


When I left home many years ago I was young. Yet I had been so old in other ways. I was a strange mix of naive and wise, trusting and leery.

I had never dated. Didn’t have boyfriends. Not a lot of friends. I still lived at home with a few years living with a girlfriend. Living with my friend ended in tragedy so I moved back home. I hated living at home. My mother and I rarely got along and my dad did what my mom wanted. Or played referee.

I worked and paid board and usually bought my own food. So it wasn’t as if I was living there free. I wouldn’t have if I could. I was proud that way.

Anyway, I was corresponding with a man who lived in Mississippi for a long time. Decided to go for a one day visit and see how we hit it off. Flew down there early one morning (I lived in Wisconsin at the time) and after a really pleasant visit flew home that same night.

We wrote and phoned each other every day after that. He convinced me to move down there. So I did. Yeah, I did say I was naive. I had innocently told him about my savings (I had quite a bit) and I even owned some good land in upper Wisconsin.

To make a long story short. I moved down there. Stayed six months. Found out he was a momma’s boy asshole of the first degree. He was a man who liked to swing cats by their tales and kick small dogs. That wasn’t a lie. I actually saw him do these things!

So after six months of total assholiness (don’t think that’s a word but it fits!), and after he called me a whore (I knocked him off his feet on that one) I called my mom and asked if I could come back home. She said no.

I called my brother in Texas. Told him what was going on and I wanted out. He told me to come to Texas and he would help me find a job and a place to live. At the time my brother and I were really close, so I took a bus trip to Ft. Worth, Texas that same week. Little did I know my life was never going to be the same.

What I thought of with the guy in Mississippi was not going to compare to the hell I would go through for the next few years. But at the time I was full of optimism and hope.  My thoughts during the long 24 hour bus ride was this……….

Distance is the new Rainbow.

Good thing I never knew what was coming, or I would have laid down and had that Greyhound bus ride over me instead. But that’s another story.


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(c) JLPhillips 2013,



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Daily Prompt: Release Me

Daily Prompt: Release Me

Tell us about the blog post you were most nervous to publish — and what it was like to set it free.


Well the very first post was the scariest. I had never blogged before, nor had I ever written anything for public consumption.

All of my writing was done for myself. In journals or notebooks, even on the odd scrap of paper I would write my thoughts and stories to be read by me alone.

I’ve always wanted to write books. Novels to be read by millions of people. Wouldn’t that be a thrill? I’m a bit more realistic about the millions but having people read what I write and enjoy it still is a thrill.

After the first blog post I got a little braver. Then I felt the need to write about my abusive ex-husband and his stalking of me. I had never told anyone the whole truth. Not sure I could do it even now. Maybe because I was afraid? Embarrassed? A bit of both actually. But I had to tell the story.

My family didn’t know all of what went on in my 13 year marriage. They all disliked my ex, as he was a liar, thief and worse. I don’t think they ever thought about what I might have gone through or was going through those years I was with him. They have a habit of burying their heads in the sand when there are things to deal with they don’t like.

It’s also much easier to think I was a part of all his schemes then to think I was more his victim than anyone. It’s sad to say, but it was and is easier to paint me as the bad guy than it is to think of me as helpless to stop what he did.

If anyone is interested and hasn’t read it before that part of my life is in a three-part series I wrote almost a year ago called “I was a Stalking Statistic”. Part one, Part two, Part three.

As for how I felt after I wrote it and hit that dreaded ‘publish’ button? I felt scared. Isn’t that silly? I felt scared. I was scared no one would believe me. I was scared he would find me again. I was scared to have people think less of me.

Than when none of those things happened. When everyone was sympathetic and kind and supportive. I got over being scared. I was happy I finally got it out there. I haven’t written about those 13 years of marriage per se. I have alluded to them now and again. But it was the aftermath of my leaving that has stayed with me more in a strange kind of way.

Royalty-Free Stock Photography by Rubberball
Royalty-Free Stock Photography by Rubberball

There is one more post that I haven’t written. Why? I didn’t think the time was right, yet. It was a dark time in my life, when it should have been some of the happiest. I’ve written bits and pieces here and there about it. I haven’t written expressively about it though.

My childhood. My dark childhood where I was sexually abused for years. I haven’t written that. It’s eating at me though. It’s telling me it’s almost time to write that story. Soon enough I will. For now that skeleton is staying firmly in the closet. But I hear it scratching to be let out.

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Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us INCREDIBLE.



What’s the first thing I do if I get some wonderful fantastic news? Faint? Shake my head in disbelief? Double check to see if it’s really true?

All the above. That’s just the way I am. I’d keep it to myself until I know for absolute that it’s true. Then I suppose the first person I would tell is…….. Hmm depends.

Now most people would tell their spouse. After all it’s the person you’re married to, for better or worse. They are supposed to be your best friend. Unless they love to gossip and can’t keep a secret. Then you need to re-think things.


That would be my dilemma. I have a spouse. He’s a good man, kind, generous, funny. But he is the biggest gossip I know! Now, if I would want this super good news spread faster than the wind, I would tell him first. Then he would tell his friends. His friends would in turn tell everyone else and before long the whole damn town would know. And believe me this would happen fast!

BUT, if I want to keep this wonderful news at home for a time I would not tell my spouse. If I just had to share this news, I would call a real good friend I have (Maddie, Lois, Tiny, you all fit this).  She would squeal with delight for me and then we’d talk for hours about it. Also, if asked, it would stay between us!

We girls just are better secret keepers. I know I am and I’m sure my friends are too. At least I’m pretty sure we are. One way to find out, right?




Psst! I got wonderful fantastic news!














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Friday Fictioneers ~~ October 18, 2013

For my regular readers I want to apologize for not getting the continuing story “On The Run” posted on Tuesday as promised. I’ve had a paying job come up and it’s deadline is the 25th so I’ve been busy with that plus other personal stuff.

I will get it done and it will be posted this Tuesday, Oct 22! So hang in there,  Amber and crew are coming back. For those of you who haven’t read it yet you can click on the title above and it will take you to the latest installment. Thank you all for being so patient with me.

Now on to Friday Fictioneers for this week!


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)


Make every word count.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess for this writing endeavor. Please click on her name to read the few rules we try to follow. Or if you just want to read some fantastic stories based on the same picture, click on her name, scroll down till you meet the little blue fella and then click on him. Enjoy!


copyright -Janet Webb
copyright -Janet Webb



Genre: Literary fiction (100 words)


The only sound  was the soft whooshing  of  water lapping at rubber wheels.

Those carts were the only thing left standing. The building that they belonged to was  gone. Vanished in the great flood. Like it had never been.

Soldiers standing in defiance of Mother Nature. Empty baskets waiting to be filled, but never will again.

Everything gone, washed away, but those sentinels of metal. They are the only thing left to mark the spot of a town, life, people, gone now.

Echoes of laughter suddenly heard upon soft wind, drowned in the cold water not to be again.




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Daily Prompt: Michelangelo’s YOU

Daily Prompt: Michelangelo’s YOU

Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing, or event from the last month of your life into the glistening marble of immortality. What’s the statue and what makes it so significant?


I have a personal sculptor? Now that’s something! Poor sculptor though would be busy trying to figure out what to sculpt though. Especially if they want to do something from my life.

I don’t think it would be a likeness of me. No, that would be too mundane. If its to represent my life this past month a likeness would just not do at all.

I think something more, twisted, bent, curved, angled, knotted would be more of a representation, a truer one.

I don’t think marble would do either, too perfect. I’m thinking something in granite. Or just plain stone. No, granite is what I’m liking. Nothing perfect, nothing one colored, bland. Something with roughness to it.

Granite has that multi-color going on, that smooth with rough to it. It’s hardy, strong, yet can be beautiful. It would last for a very long time no matter what the weather is like. It can weather storms and during mild times look graceful and light.

"Promise" by Don Lawler
“Promise” by Don Lawler

Something like this would be good. It’s called “Promise” by a talented sculptor named Don Lawler. I love the curves and rough/smooth together. Beautiful yet strong. Practical yet there is a bit of whimsy to it. Like me. I’m very practical and yet being a writer with a strong imagination I have that touch of whimsy some see as alien to my makeup.

With all the curves it shows what life sometimes throws at me. I try to stay strong like a rock and let it roll off me, so in my mind all the trials and tribulations eventually wear me down to a smooth wonderful surface. I have survived and become stronger for it.

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Oct 11, 2013

It’s Friday! Yea!! It’s also a long weekend here in Canada, as our Thanksgiving is Monday. Turkey anyone?

But for right now it’s Friday and time once again for the magical stories of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

If you want to participate in this weekly party just click on Rochelle’s name and you will be taken to her blog where you can read the few rules we follow and how it’s done. Or, if you just want to read some great stories, once again click on Rochelle’s name and scroll down till you meet the little blue critter and click on him and you can read some truly wonderful writing.

Here is this week’s picture followed by my story. Hope you enjoy!


Copyright - Sandra Crook
Copyright – Sandra Crook



Genre: Literary fiction (100 words)


“Mama! Mama! Look I am killing the lions!”

Marie smiled and waved at her young son as he wielded a stick like a sword. She had taken him yesterday to see  L’Amphithéâtre des Trois Gauls. After a brief history lesson, his imagination took over.

She had saved her money from two jobs to take this trip to Lyon.

After her boyfriend left before the boy was born, she had felt like those martyrs of old.

Smiling through her tears at her son, she knew it was all worth it. He would grow up to be a strong man like his ancestors.



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Daily Prompt: Fright Night

Daily Prompt: Fright Night

Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.


Do I like being scared. NO!

No I don’t like being scared. I have never liked being scared. In fact the last person who tried to scare me ended up being punched. Ha!

I’m not a violent person, really I”m not. But I hate being scared. I think it’s because I feel out of control. I like having control, I need to have control. It probably has to do with my childhood.

My childhood would have scared the crap out of most people. Because of it, I’m a grown up adult who is afraid of the dark.  I must have a nightlight! Like a little kid I can not go to sleep if it’s completely dark. I have to see what is in the room. It is what it is and I’m too old to change now.

I don’t read horror books. The last horror book I read was ‘The Exorcist’ by William Peter Blatty. That book scared the crap out of me! I had nightmares for weeks. I read it and just had to finish it. Then the book disappeared.

It did. It disappeared and I never could find it again. Now you might think that someone in the family had taken the book to read it themselves. Um, not that I could find out about. My siblings are not known for reading. My older brother was off on his own, my older sister was married and out of the house. My younger brother doesn’t read books. My mom only reads magazines and my dad wasn’t into those kind of books.

It was a mystery that was never solved. Spooky don’t you think?

Also, I believe in ghosts. Why you ask? Well because I’ve lived with them, seen them, heard them. I know a lot of people would say, balderdash! Well, if people actually said balderdash! What is balderdash anyway?? Never mind, got off track for a second.

So no, I don’t like being scared. I don’t like the feeling you get from being scared. You know the one. Where your lower stomach is swirling and you think you are going to have to run to the bathroom. Then your heart is pumping hard and your breathing gets tight. Yeah, that feeling. I don’t like it.

I don’t watch horror movies either. The same reason I don’t read horror. I don’t like all that blood and guts and gore. Ugh. Now I have watched the really old horror movies. But come on, those aren’t even scary! I guess for the times it was, but I always thought  Frankenstein was kind of cute, in a mishmash way. And Dracula! Well what can I say? Bela Lugosi had such mesmerizing eyes!

Source: Bela Lugosi I suppose. Ha!
Source: Bela Lugosi I suppose. Ha!

Sure all those things are scary and I try to stay away from them. I’ll tell you what is really scary though! In fact I’ll show you! This is something that lives in my house, it’s always stalking me when I least expect it. Sometimes I think there are two of them! It’s scary, I tell you! Don’t believe me? Okay, I’ll show you then. I managed to catch it on film one day. I hate to do it to you, but you won’t believe me till I show you. Here goes.

Don’t say you weren’t warned!


Are you sure??



(c) JLPhillips 2013 Pouncer and Notwen plotting to take over the world!
(c) JLPhillips 2013 Pouncer and Notwen plotting to take over the world!
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Picture Writing Prompt ~~ On The Run ~ Part 3

Good morning/afternoon/night everyone! Hope you are ready for another installment of my ongoing Picture Writing Prompt story, On The Run. Today is part 3.

The pictures that were voted on can be found here.  The first installment of the story featuring these pictures can be found here (part 1). The second installment can be found here (part 2).

This is the picture for the third installment and the continuing story follows. Hope you enjoy!

On The Run


Amber, sandwiched between Edith and Myrtle continued down the sidewalk toward home.  She was pretty confident that they had lost Donnie at the park.

The young woman, in the wet dress and bare feet listened to the older ladies with half an ear. Biting her lower lip she worried about what she would do once she got home. Should she call the police? To say what? She didn’t hear anything that was illegal. Amber thought it was illegal whatever Donnie and Alesky was up to, but she had no proof. She didn’t even have proof that Donnie was after her!

As for the ‘merchandise’ that Alesky was waiting for, well, that could be anything! Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth her mind was awhirl wondering what she should do.

“Amber? Amber honey! Did you hear what……”

“Edith asked you dear? Can we…..”

“Help in any way? We would love to if you let us! We might be old, but…..”

“We still have minds, my dear!”

“Thank you ladies, but I’m not sure what I’m involved with myself. If it’s dangerous, which I’m thinking it might be, it would be better if you weren’t a part of it.” Amber stated firmly.

She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to these sweet old ladies. They were a bit peculiar with the way they finished each others sentences, but they were nice ladies.  Anyways, Amber wasn’t sure if she was in trouble! Now that the rain had stopped and she was out of that dark alley, she wondered if she just had an over active imagination. Though she couldn’t discount that it was Donnie there in the park.

Amber shivered in her wet dress now that the sun was starting to set. Her feet felt sore and she was sure she was going to have blisters later. All that wasn’t her imagination.

Finally, they came to the apartment building that Edith and Amber lived in. It was glowing with a soft red light as the setting sun shone on its facade. It was an older building but well-kept and had a small tidy front yard. There were only six apartments inside. Three on each floor, the manager, a Mr. Kendell lived in the bottom right corner apartment. He was a good manager and kept the building in tiptop shape.

Edith lived in the bottom left corner, with Amber above her. The other apartments were occupied by an older man downstairs next to Edith. No one ever saw much of him as he was a loner and kept to himself. Amber did know he liked classical music as she had heard the beautiful sounds coming from his apartment on numerous occasions.

The other two apartments upstairs were occupied by a young newly married couple next to Amber, and tucked in the corner above Mr. Kendell was another elderly lady who favored the color purple and feathered boas. Amber had run into her a few times as she collected her mail downstairs. The woman’s name was Star LaMont and she was a retired actress. That’s what she told everyone and she certainly dressed the part thought Amber. Ms LaMont was a very talkative and highly strung individual but harmless.

As the three women walked up the stairs to the door of the apartment building, Amber thought about her neighbors and hoped she didn’t bring trouble to their lives in the form of two dangerously intimidating men.

Amber left the two friends and knocked on Mr. Kendell’s door. As she made excuses why she didn’t have her key and asked Mr. Kendell for the extra key she knew he had for her apartment,  she vaguely heard the older ladies whispering to each other in the hallway.

By now Amber was shivering and her feet were too sore to pay much attention to the friends. She grabbed the keys that Mr. Kendell held out to her and thanked him, assuring him that as soon as she found her own keys she would return them to him.

Amber hurried up the stairs to unlock her apartment. As she turned the key and opened the door she heard the older ladies right behind her. Turning in the doorway she tried to smile and assure the ladies she would be fine now and they needn’t worry over her. She just wanted to take her wet clothes off and have a hot shower and decide what she should do next, if anything.

“Amber why don’t we just come in and make a nice hot cup of tea while you get cleaned up? Myrtle and I would love to…..”

“Help you! You can tell us from the beginning what is going on and we can put our heads together to……”

“Come up with a plan.”

Amber looked at those two earnest and eager faces with their smiles and bright eyes and didn’t have the heart to turn them down. And she wasn’t sure she couldn’t use their wisdom right now.

Opening the door wide, Amber waved them in.

“Come on in ladies and make yourself at home. I’m going to take a nice hot shower and then we’ll talk. I wouldn’t mind the help to be honest.”

“Splendid my dear! Myrtle and I used to be quite the detectives in our youth, isn’t that right Myrtle? Why we helped many a……”

“Friend and neighbor with problems! Remember in that old shanty town where we grew up Edith? Remember the time dear old Mrs. Collins was looking for…..”

“Who kept stealing her eggs from the hen-house! I remember now Myrtle. She thought it was old man Wilson from across the road! He was a…….”

“Mean old man! He was always yelling at us kids when we would play kick ball in the road. Told us……”

“All we were doing was kicking up dust! And didn’t we have chores to do or something? Remember that day when….”

“It rained all day and night and into the next day? Why that old road was just about flooded! Old man Wilson chased us with his cane when we wanted to run in the puddles!”

Amber listened to the memories of her new friends as she got out her old tea kettle and pulled down her tea from the shelf. Her feet were killing her and she was sure now she had a blister on the bottom of her right foot.

“Here are the tea fixings ladies. Help yourself. I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and take my shower. Then I’ll tell you what is going on. I promise.”

As she set the tea-things on the counter she glanced out her window. She felt frozen in place as she spotted Alesky across the street! She could never forget that tall, large form of the man! He found her! But how? It was Donnie that chased her, how could Alesky be here then? She was positive it was him as he stared right at her. It was him!

Amber’s heart pounded as she watched the large man across the street. It was getting dark but there was no doubt in her mind who it was standing so casually under the tree. Finally at what seemed like hours, but in reality was only seconds, Alesky bowed to her. She sensed his smile more than saw it, as he bowed from the waist in acknowledgement of her.

Her arms went around her and hugged her waist as she shivered. Whether with fear, cold or something else, she wasn’t sure. Amber watched Alesky bow, then turn and walk away. As he walked, the sun made its final way below the horizon and darkness fell.

He knew where she was! Now what?



( Well it looks like our heroine as found some allies! It also looks like Alesky has found her. But how? And now what will he do? Stay tuned folks as the story continues next Tuesday! So what do YOU think will happen?)