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, September 21, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet-Part 17

hree Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 17

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Firm, adjective: hard, solid, unyielding, resistant; solidified, hardened, compacted, compressed, dense, stiff, rigid, frozen, set; secure, secured, stable, steady, strong, fixed, fast, set, taut, tight; immovable, irremovable, stationary, motionless; strong, vigorous, sturdy, forceful; resolute, determined, decided, resolved, steadfast; adamant, emphatic, insistent, single-minded, in earnest, wholehearted; unfaltering, unwavering, unflinching, unswerving, unbending; hardline, committed, dyed-in-the-wool; close, good, intimate, inseparable, dear, special, fast; constant, devoted, loving, faithful, long-standing, steady, steadfast, rock-steady; noun: company, business, concern, enterprise, organization, corporation, conglomerate, office, bureau, agency, consortium.

Grave, noun: burial site, gravesite, cemetery plot, tomb, sepulcher, vault, burial chamber, mausoleum, crypt; last resting place; adjective: serious, important, weighty, profound, significant, momentous; critical, acute, urgent, pressing; dire, terrible, awful, dreadful; solemn, serious, sober, unsmiling, grim, somber; severe, stern, dour.

Heated, adjective: warm, hot; thermal; vehement, passionate, impassioned, animated, spirited, lively, intense, fiery; angry, bitter, furious, fierce, stormy, tempestuous; excited, animated, inflamed, worked up, wound up, keyed up.


                                  Stray Bullet -Part 17


          Gordon dropped me off at the station and I limped through the doors. Gordon went off to chase down some leads while I thought about the paperwork waiting me in my office. Penny Ambercrombie grabbed my arm and said, “Sheriff you should be in the hospital. We can manage here until you get better.”
“I’m okay, Penny,” I answered grumpily.
“Likely story, you’re very irritable. But I can see I can’t change your mind. Errol Ward is a good cop and a great hire on your part. He’s been really working hard on the drug case and the murders. The guy, Nathan Ricci, that the mayor hired from the high school? I don’t think he’s going to work out. He’s so lazy and incompetent. But you can see for yourself.”
“The mayor hired Nathan Ricci?”
“Yes and no one hired my brother, Andrew Ambercrombie, though the mayor promised he would.”
“I’m sorry Penny, give me his number and I’ll give him a call.”
“Thanks Sheriff.”
“Call me Gee, Penny when we’re in private.”
“You need to rest that leg while you work. Let me get you that soft chair in the other office,” Penny said.
“Thank-you Penny.”

      Penny came back as good as her word with a soft chair and I propped up my leg. It hurt like blazes but I had worked to do. I just hoped it wouldn’t get any more infected.

“There’s a guy in the lobby waiting for you. He just showed up out of the blue but he looks like a family member.”
“Send him in, please Penny,” I replied wondering which uncle it was.
“Okay, after you’re done with the guy in the lobby I’ll send in Errol Ward. He’s been hot to tell you some information he found,” Penny said excusing herself.
“Don’t worry Penny this won’t take too long,” I said not really sure why one of my uncles would come this far to see me. Did they really care I’d been shot? And which one of them was it?

     The door opened slowly and a man swaggered in. Frankly I didn’t recognize him, but something seemed very familiar about him. I warily pulled my gun hiding it under my desk. 

“Hey sonny. You’re looking better than when I saw you the other day.”
“You saw me the other day?”
“Sure at the hospital.”
“Who are you?” I asked starting to get irritated.
“And here I thought you were a hot shot detective,” the man laughed and then continued, “See the nose here and the space between my eyes. The top of my head is a little bit salt and pepper when I don’t recondition it, but it was once the color of yours.”
“Are you saying we look alike?” I asked incredulously.
“Look in the mirror pal. Those apples don’t fall far from the tree.”

      He was right, of course that’s what had been so familiar about him. Possible in his sixties, he of courselooked more like Tom Selleck than I did. From his bushy black hair to his dyed eyebrows and black mustache and his high cheekbones; he was very like an older version of myself.  He took out a picture of a woman and laid it out on my desk.

       I glanced over at it. It was a picture of my mother I’d never seen before. She was young maybe eighteen or nineteen and her hair was pleated in braids. She wore a sundress and looked happily at the camera.

“Where did you get that I asked?”
“I took that picture of Marie.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m your Uncle Thomas, Thomas Gunnerson. Marie was my sister. She named you Gunner Thomas for me. Please call me Uncle Tommy.”
“How come I haven’t met you before?” I asked suspiciously.
“You lived with a household of cops. But I did see you a time or two when you were younger and I made sure you were well cared for.”
“I don’t get it why would me living in a household of cops bother you?” I asked then it dawned on me. “Are you in trouble with the law because I’d hate to arrest you!”
“I’m not right now. How much do you know about your mother’s family?”
“Next to nothing. In fact I thought all of you were dead.”
“That sounds like a story your Uncle James would tell.”
“What does Uncle James have to do with this?”
“James introduced them. Marie to his brother.”
“So?”
“Our family has been in the criminal business a long time and James had no idea that Marie was a Gunnerson who was part of the family. When he did discover Marie’s background he tried to discourage your father from Marie, but it was too late. So your father got Marie to distant herself from us.”
“Are you trying to say you’re mobbed up?”
“I was. The whole family was; but I’m the last one standing all the rest have gotten themselves knocked off. Don’t worry I won’t compromise you. I’m in the witness protection program. I slipped my minder to come here. I testify in Chicago next month against my old boss Carmine Luciano and his boss, Lucas Kelly.”
“I heard that trial was coming up. Those two would kill you in a heartbeat. Are you sure you’re safe?”
“When are we really safe? Those two have no idea about you Gunnar so don’t you worry. That’s why I stayed away from you all these years. But I had to come when I heard about your shooting.”

    I found myself charmed by this man. I should have been appalled and horrified to be related to a man who was clearly mobbed up but I wasn’t I liked him and saw some of the same good qualities of myself in him.

“Where were you when my wife shot me?”
“You probably don’t remember but I snuck in and saw you. I almost put a hit out on that wife of yours too but she was pregnant with that kid of yours so I let it go. Then of course I saw how the kid would be hurt if I knocked her mom off so I let her live.”
“You’re confessing this to a cop?”
“I’m confessing this to my nephew. Anyway it’s good to see you son. You take better care of that leg.”
“Will I see you again?” I asked.
“You will when I can get away. Oh, but before I go, the other reason I’m here. I heard that someone tried to muscle their way into the drug trade in Colorado. Though this is a new player in the state this person has been building up the drug trade in other states for years now. They want the state and they are prepared to do what it takes to get it. I’ll try to get you a name, Gunnar, but this person is very secretive and only the upper echelon of the organization seemed to know the name and the leader.”
 “Why are you doing this?”
“No one is going to try and kill my nephew and get away with it.”
“You wouldn’t do anything stupid?” I asked.
“I won’t kill anyone. Those days are over I don’t want to jeopardize my deal. But I can and will protect you, Gunnar.”
“I don’t need protection,” I protested.
“We all need a little help oh golly, oh, Gee. Best you remember that. Your little girl needs her daddy. I have to get back before my minder notices I’m gone.”
“Will I see you again? Can I have your phone number at least?” I surprised myself by asking.
“Gunnar we’re family. I’ll stay in touch. Meanwhile take it easy and rest that leg,” Uncle Tommy said and then with a flash he was out of the door and gone like he’d never been there.


       I was at once horrified and amused at the same time. On one side I came from a long line of cops the other side it seemed were a long line of criminals. But Uncle Tommy was charismatic and illusive all at the same time. When I had more time I’d look up his criminal record and look into more details about him and the other side of my family, but for now I had to speak to Errol Ward and get down to brass tacks. I’d stop the drug trade and if it was connected to my officers’ murders then I’d nail their murder or murderers to the wall. Or my name wasn’t Gunnar Thomas Bullet.
©Sheilagh Lee September 21 2016
To be continued next week 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 16

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 16

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Firm, adjective: hard, solid, unyielding, resistant; solidified, hardened, compacted, compressed, dense, stiff, rigid, frozen, set; secure, secured, stable, steady, strong, fixed, fast, set, taut, tight; immovable, irremovable, stationary, motionless; strong, vigorous, sturdy, forceful; resolute, determined, decided, resolved, steadfast; adamant, emphatic, insistent, single-minded, in earnest, wholehearted; unfaltering, unwavering, unflinching, unswerving, unbending; hardline, committed, dyed-in-the-wool; close, good, intimate, inseparable, dear, special, fast; constant, devoted, loving, faithful, long-standing, steady, steadfast, rock-steady; noun: company, business, concern, enterprise, organization, corporation, conglomerate, office, bureau, agency, consortium.

Grave, noun: burial site, gravesite, cemetery plot, tomb, sepulcher, vault, burial chamber, mausoleum, crypt; last resting place; adjective: serious, important, weighty, profound, significant, momentous; critical, acute, urgent, pressing; dire, terrible, awful, dreadful; solemn, serious, sober, unsmiling, grim, somber; severe, stern, dour.

Heated, adjective: warm, hot; thermal; vehement, passionate, impassioned, animated, spirited, lively, intense, fiery; angry, bitter, furious, fierce, stormy, tempestuous; excited, animated, inflamed, worked up, wound up, keyed up.


                                  Stray Bullet -Part 16


      I awoke again to a dripping sound and Aunt Louise whispering loudly, “Stella-Marie you’re spilling your drink.”
“Sorry, Aunt Louise. I squeezed the juice.”
“It’s okay,” Aunt Louise said gravely, but she sounded sad and I found guilty.
“Daddy? Look his eyes are open,” Stella-Marie shouted and then jumped on my leg resulting in a muttered oomph from me.
“Stella-Marie, don’t you be jumping all over your daddy,”Aunt Louise said firmly
“Did I hurt you daddy?”
“No, pumpkin,” I exclaimed trying not to wince.
“Maybe she should have,” griped Aunt Louise.
“I’m sorry Aunt Louise,” I said automatically.
“Sorry for what? Being stupid? Going in without back-up, getting shot up, almost dying, or getting engaged without telling your aunt and daughter?”
“All of the above,” I admitted.
“We’re still a little mad,” Stella-Marie said looking at Aunt Louise for confirmation then continuing she said heatedly, “You promised you’d stay safe.”
Stella-Marie then crossed her arms in a move I recognized as my own.
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
“I forgive you; but you better be more careful,” Stella-Marie sternly said sounding older.
“Do you like Tina, Doctor Weldon?” I asked Stella-Marie.
“Are you really sure daddy? She seems really nice, but you liked Maggie before her, I could tell. You should get to know her really good before you marry her. Bobby Keller’s mommy and daddy didn’t and they divorced when Bobby was a baby,” Stella-Marie said sounding extremely grown up.
“I’ll try to take it a little slower baby; but she’s the one.”
“You love her more than you did my mommy?” asked Stella-Marie.
“I thought I loved your mommy very much, I explained this to you baby. Your mommy made a big mistake and she hurt me.”
“That’s why she had to admit her mistake and go to jail?”
“That’s right.”
“But you forgive her?”
“Yes, I forgive her but I’m never going to forget what she did or trust her again. Sometimes trust is never found again when you do something really bad.”
“When will you tell me what she did?”
“When you’re older Stella-Marie and can understand it better.”
“It's not fair you should tell me now!!
Sweetie I'll tell you when you're older.
I miss having a mom. Other kids’ moms do things with them. Will Tina be like a mommy?”
“I’d like to be like a mom, but you know I can never take your mom’s place, right?” Tina said coming in the room.
“Yes, but we can do mother daughter stuff, right?” Stella-Marie asked.
“I’d like that,” Tina answered.
“Just remember, pumpkin, Tina’s a busy emergency doctor. She saves people so she is sometimes called into the hospital.”
“I’d like to be a doctor and a cop someday,” Stella-Marie said.
“You can be anything you want to sweetie,” I answered.
“Your daddy looks tired and we need to go visit your friend Bobby for your playdate. We’ll come back and see your daddy at dinnertime,” Aunt Louise stated and then turning to me she said; “Now you behave yourself and maybe they’ll let out in the next few days. Gordon should be by soon. That boy has been working night and day on your case so don’t you go thinking your needed sooner. Aw speak of the devil here’s that boy now,” Aunt Louise said then touching Gordon’s arm, “Don’t tire out my nephew now.”
“I like my living quarters; but you know I’m moving out his week Louise.”
Aunt Louise turned red and looked like she would blow her top.
“I’m not arguing Louise I’ll be quick just an update and then I’m out of here. Promise.”
“Very well then Gordon. Let’s head out, Stella-Marie.”
“Bye Daddy. And you both do what Aunt Louise said,” Stella-Marie ordered her finger pointing at us reminiscent of Aunt Louise.
“Bye, pumpkin see you later,” I commented.

The hospital room door closed and Gordon began speaking.

“We investigated that forest area you chased Omar into.”
“You found something?”
“Yes, a trailer where they were making meth and synthetic marijuana.”
“In the same trailer?”
“It was sectioned off and a very sophisticated trailer; it even had an air filter system better than a hospital quarantine unit.”
“This sounds like a whole new drug trade. It’s not what we’re dealing with the fentanyl at all. Is this whole county a drug dealers’ paradise?”
“You got that right; it maybe that the two different types of drug trade are entirely unrelated. I tried to find Charlie Watt and Tristian Hood, but they’re in the wind after Omar was killed.”
“Now where are we?” I asked.
“I’ve got some leads,” Gordon said.
I started getting dressed and Gordon said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting back to work.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m going back to the job.”
“Your Aunt Louise will kill me.”
“Just sneak me out,” I answered.

      We waited a few minutes then Gordon snuck me out and into his car. As I maneuvered myself into the car Gordon reached into the trunk and took out a cane which he handed to me.

“You’ll need this. I’ve had it since I was shot last year,” he said.
“Thank you Gordon,” I answered.
“Don’t thank me your Aunt Louise is going to have my head for aiding and abetting you in your escape from the hospital,” Gordon exclaimed.
“I’ll try to smooth it over so she only blames me.”
“You do that. I don’t want your Aunt Louise as an enemy.”
“To the station, James.”
“Don’t expect me to play chauffeur for long. You better hire yourself a cop that will drive you for awhile.”
“I’ll do that first thing Gordon,” I answered.
“Right, sure you will. I’ll see if I can find you someone,” Gordon said laughing.
“Thanks buddy,” I said buckling up.

©Sheilagh Lee September 14, 2016

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 15

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 15

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Cinch, noun: an easy task, child's play, a snap, a walkover, nothing; informal a piece of cake, a picnic, a breeze, kids' stuff, a cakewalk, a pushover, duck soup, a walk in the park.

Dank, adjective: damp, musty, chilly, clammy, moist, wet, unaired, humid.

Enable, verb: allow, permit, let, give the means, equip, empower, make able, fit; make possible, facilitate; authorize, entitle, qualify.

                                  Stray Bullet -Part 15


      I dreamt that my house was on fire and it felt like my leg seared off in small pieces continuously over an open flame.  I could hear the beep- beep- squeal of the fire alarm. I tried to flee; but the flames continued to scorch me. I was hot, so hot it felt like a scorching sun burnt me out from the inside out. Then I felt like I was in a dank cellar, then back into the flames again.

       I opened my eyes; but nothing seemed real everything was far away and shimmery. I closed them again and felt soft hands on mine.

Aunt Louise said, “Hang in there Gunnar. Fight back. Stella-Marie needs you.”

      I tried to open my eyes again but I was just so tired and I found myself drifting off again. When I awoke again sunlight was streaming in the room and I could hear a machine beeping.

      A male doctor in a white coat had my wrist in his hand. The guy was about 6 feet 2 inches and looked a little like Jimmy Stewart.

“Well lookee here. Look who is awake, Tim,” Doctor Weldon stated from the doorway.
 “I’m your doctor, Tim Burton.” The man in the white coat said looking m straight in the eye.
“I must be hearing things I thought he said his name was Tim Burton, Tina,” I commented still feeling quite not there.
“It is; what’s worse, my daddy’s name was Richard and my grandpa’s name is Pierre.”
“The Richard I get but who is Pierre?”
“He was actually Pierre Berton. My grandfather was Canadian and he’s named after a Canadian author of Canadian history and a well-known journalist and television personality.”
“I’ve never heard of him,” I commented, “But at least talking to you, I know I’m alive.”
“For now but if you don’t follow through for a replacement date…,”Tina replied.
“Don’t make me laugh Tina that hurts.”
“Sorry, I’m sure you’d like a few minutes with your fiancée, sheriff, I’ll be back in ten minutes,” Doctor Burton said leaving.
“Fiancée?”I asked weakly after he left.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already?” Tina asked showing me my mother’s ring on her finger.

      So I guess at this point you realize I left something out. I wanted to keep my feelings for Tina separate from my account but I guess they’re not. This is what really happened when I met Tina.  When she came out of the Intensive Care looking so beautiful tall and leggy and wearing cute little glasses for reading which she took off to look at me, I felt like I’d known her forever. Her eyes, a cat’s eye green that sparkled with intelligence seemed to focus solely on me and capture me as if no one else existed.

      I offered her the orange juice if only to find words to speak to this vision and she smiled and thanked me and then began flirting with me.

“Nice to meet you,” I found myself saying benignly.

      I felt like I’d known her forever. Her eyes, a cat’s eye green that sparkled with intelligence seemed to focus solely on me and capture me as if no one else existed. I swear my heart began to beat out of my chest and words seemed to dry up in my mouth.

“You’re cute, for a sheriff, Gee. So what’s does Gee stand for?” she asked.
“If I tell you you’d have to…”
“I’d have to be sworn to silence or I’d be whacked?”
“The former it’s Gunnar, but don’t tell anyone,” I demanded.
“Gunnar Bullet what a mouthful. I’ll only call you Gunnar in private; I’ll call you Gee to make you happy.”
“Call me Tina,”
“Can I call you Tina Bullet?”
“Is that a marriage proposal? So soon?”
I went to ask her out and instead blurted “Yes, will you marry me?”
Instead of being appalled and alarmed Tina seemed to consider this for a moment and then said, “I’ll think about it; but you don’t even have a ring,” she kidded.
I then pulled out my wallet and took out my mother’s ring that I carried in my change part.

    She laughed again a twinkly little laugh that filled up my soul with happiness and I was hooked love at first sight.

“I definitely want to talk about this later; but for now we need to talk about business,” Tina insisted.

      And so I went into to see Brad and then came out to find Gordon waiting and then of course Tina told me of Aunt Louise and then she asked me out in front of Gordon. But back to the present and how Tina now had my ring.

“I hope you don’t mind I took it out of your wallet when you came in. it was a cinch to slip it on my finger before anyone saw. Your bulldog friend Gordon didn’t want anyone by Tim to see you.”
“Gordon’s a good friend.”
“Is he gay?”
I laughed and it hurt, “No, Tina were just really good friends that have been through a lot. I had an ex-wife who was a handful.”
“You attract them like flies should I be worried?
“No,” I answered, “I’m taken.”
“Good because I’m gaga for you. I guess I should have thought about putting on you ring more; your Aunt Louise and your daughter have seen the ring too.”
“What did they say?”
“Your Aunt Louise said we should have along engagement and your daughter said, “You’re prettier than his last friend.”
“Oops about that…” I said.
“Oh don’t worry, I met Maggie.”
“And you’re not mad? I mean I slept with her before I met you.”
“That’s right, before you met me! I’m not mad about that; but she was. She called you a few choice names.”
“At least I don’t have to break up with her,” I quipped.
 “Don’t make me laugh. You’re still not out of my bad books buddy boy.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Am I interrupting something?” Tim asked.
“Sorry, Tim the man promised me a date and then he gets himself shot to get out of it.”
“You can have your date with your fiancée in about a week’s time, that is if these antibiotics start working better,” Tim answered.
“Hey what about me you two; I’m the one in pain here,” I complained.
“You should hurt. You took two to your legs and one to the side of your head,” Tina commented.
“Two, but I only heard three bullets.”
“Tim took two bullets out of your legs and one bullet that grazed that thick head of yours. Idiot!!” Tina griped.
“Thick head? Why are you so mad at me?”
“You could have died. You almost did from the wound itself if Omar’s wife Maria hadn’t put towels on your wounds enabling you to live…”
“Omar’s wife saved me?”
“Yes, she had one of her kids call 911. She then stemmed the bleeding until the emergency technicians got there. Tim did the best he could to seal up your wounds; but then you got an infection from your bullet wounds.”
“Infection?” I asked feeling kind of dazed.
“It’s okay, Gee. You’re on the mend. Some powerful antibiotics and three units of blood and you’re starting to mend.”

       Up until that moment I swear Tina had mesmerized me. I hadn’t thought of my job accept in the recess of my mind; but I started thinking of where the investigation had to go and how I had to get back to it. Omar and his connections needed to be investigated and I needed to urgently speak with Gordon. Where was he when I needed him?

“I have to get back to the station,” I said trying to swing my legs over the bed but a bar was in the way. I pushed it out of the way and promptly fell on my ass. I felt weak and frail like an old man and I got really angry at myself. I had to get to the station and help Gordon investigate.
“Idiot, not a chance, buddy boy,” Tina said helping Doctor Burton pick me up.
“You’re staying put; until I say so. You better not have ruined my stitches,” Doctor Burton exclaimed.

       I continued to try and get up myself, not succeeding.

“Your fiancée is a stubborn one, Tina,” he continued, “Are you sure about him?”
“Very sure,” Tina answered.
“I need to get back on the case. Gordon needs me,” I protested weakly as I was tucked back in bed.
“Gee, it’s been a week and he’s got a few more men on the case,” Tina stated.
“A week? God damn it; that’s too long. How could I have been here a week?”
“He can manage for another week until you get back, Gunnar,” Tina stated.

        I just shook my head.

       Meanwhile Doctor Burton responded by sneaking pulling out a needle I didn’t see and putting something into the intravenous in my hand and I felt my eyes grow heavy and the world fade away.


To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee September 7, 2016

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 14

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 14

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Winnow, verb, separate (out), divide, segregate, sort out, sift out, filter out; isolate, narrow down; remove, get rid of.

Abashed, adjective, embarrassed, ashamed, shamefaced, remorseful, conscience-stricken, mortified, humiliated, humbled, chagrined, crestfallen, sheepish, red-faced, blushing, put out of countenance, with one's tail between one's legs; taken aback, disconcerted, discomfited, fazed, disturbed.

Blind, adjective, sightless, unsighted, visually impaired, visionless, unseeing; partially sighted, purblind, imperceptive, unperceptive, insensitive, slow, obtuse, uncomprehending; stupid, unintelligent, unmindful of, mindless of, careless of, heedless of, oblivious to, insensible to, unconcerned about, indifferent to, uncritical, unreasoned, unthinking, unconsidered, mindless, undiscerning, indiscriminate, impulsive, uncontrolled, uncontrollable, wild, unrestrained, immoderate, intemperate, irrational, unbridled; verb: make blind, deprive of sight, render sightless; put someone's eyes out; noun: deception, smokescreen, front, facade, cover, pretext, masquerade, feint, camouflage; trick, ploy, ruse, machination.

                                  Stray Bullet -Part 14

        I realized later, abashedlythat I had forgotten about my dinner with my daughter and Aunt Louise.. It was scheduled for five p.m. as well. I texted Tina and asked to meet at 7 p.m. Two dinners wouldn’t kill me this once after all I’d skipped lunch.

    Gord and I went to the police station and tried to dig up some information on Charlie Watt, Tristian Hood, and Omar Yeltzin and hoped I could find them. I had a lot to winnow out. Gordon was called backed to his office was on my own, but Gordon’s men were at my disposal.

        With Penny’s help I found the address of one Omar Yeltzin in some old police files. Omar was a surprising fifty years old. I thought he might be a midlevel employee possibly thirty years old; but Omar had been just that twenty years ago. Omar had been released from prison two years ago and to all extents and purposes had appeared to be reformed. He had a job at the local gas station as mechanic. Could Brad’s last words been a lie. Was I really chasing nothing but stories? What about Mellie did she really not mean anything to him? I had to go ask some questions and get the facts. Then I’d speak with Omar and get to the bottom of this.

          I pulled my squad car up to the home of Omar Yeltzin on Pine Grove Road. The house if you could call it that was a ramshackle rundown place. The boards on the house looked weathered for about a hundred years; which made sense given that it was an old farm house encroached on by the city. The roof looked like it needed replacement and the building itself looked like it had shifted sideways. The building should be condemned but instead I saw an old swing set, with children happily playing. A light rain fell as I exited my car.

          A woman about thirty years old with long dark hair and brown eyes yelled at them to come out of the rain with a Mexican accent. Then she spotted me and my car and her mouth dropped and she yelled, “It’s the fuzz; run.”
I heard the back door open and the sound of boots on the wet ground as Omar exited the back door.

          I ran pursing him as he tried to flee through the nearby woods. Branches hit me in the face and I started to slip as the now torrential rain pooled and made rivets of rain water and piles of mud. The man was fast but I was younger and in better shape I caught him taking him down into the mud and placing my handcuffs on him.


         I marched him back to my squad car through the forest. I had almost reached the squad car shots rang out, the first one hitting me in the leg; the next one hitting Omar between the eyes. My leg bled out out and realizing that Omar was dead; I struggled to remain up right. I took my belt off and placed it around my upper right thigh. I found myself blinded by light coming through the clouds now that the rain and worried about where Omar's wife and kids were with these shots ringing out. I saw one of the kids at the window of the house and Omar's wife pull them away and downward. Aiming my gun I managed to fire back and I swore I heard a grunt before the next shot grazed my temple at the world faded away.
To be continued
©Sheilagh Lee August 31, 2016

Sunday, August 21, 2016

The Tragically Hip~ Gordon Downie poetry in motion

       Last Monday the 8th of August I was fortunate to attend the Tragically Hip concert in London, Ontario. It was incredible and filled with all of Gordon's joy in his music that he shared with us the fans. Last night the 20th of August all of Canada was able to see their last concert in Kingston,Ontario on CBC or YouTube Live. For those of you not familiar with The Hip as they are lovingly called, the lead singer and poetic writer of all their songs ,Gordon Downie was diagnosed in December 2015 with a brain tumour specifically a glioblastomabrain tumour ( atype of brain cancer) which is incurable. Gordon recently announced that and chose to undergo some medical treatment and then tour one short last time to sellout crowds swelling tee shirts to research a cure. This is my tribute to Gordon Downie for his courage and love shown to the fans. if you are able to please donate to The Gordon Downie fund for BrainCancer https://donate.sunnybrook.ca/braincancerresearch






Gord Downie thoughtful, kind
Bringing us great music
Poetry in motion
Lyrics with meaning         
Making people think
Bringing people together
For more than thirty three years
And now tonight
For all Canadians and YouTube viewers

One nation under Gord♡
Closed down for over three hours
Most of all we thank him
We love you Gord

You are the best of Canada
Grace in motion.
For Gord’s joy/joie
Merci beaucoup
Thank you from the bottom
Of all Canadian hearts


  Ahead by a century

Never disappointing your fans
You have us in the palm
Of your hands
Forever more

©Sheilagh Lee August 20, 2016
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