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.






Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Brief Shining Moments


      My heart pounding in my chest, I ran in to the emergency room. Hearing voices, yell stop i ignored them and continued my eyes sought only him.
     It can’t be too late, I thought. I shouldn’t have argued with him this morning, told him I hated him simply; because he said he wasn’t ready for more children.  He’d begged me to forgive him when I told him I was pregnant I shouldn’t have wanted him to make it up to me. It was petty and below me. I’d seen the damage that had been done to his car, I passed the tow truck that took it away on the way to the hospital. He had to have survived; I couldn’t leave without him.
My eyes still sought him out even as a security guard spoke to me, “Help you ma’am?”
“I’m looking for my husband, Daniel Trent.”
     The security pulled up the information on the computer and said “Right this way.”

        I followed him to a cubicle pulled back the curtain and there was Daniel. His head was bandaged but his blue eyes looked at me and smiled just as I ran into his arms.
We both opened our mouths and out tumbled at the same time, “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

      We talked of the future and of our baby. Daniel was sure it was a boy and wanted to name him Daniel Jr. 
       
The doctor came in and said Daniel had gotten off lucky a few bruises and cuts but that he could go home. I was relieved I got my car picked up Daniel and helped into the car. Sometime on the drive home Daniel grasped his head and then his eyes rolled back. I turned the car around got him to the hospital but it was too late and Daniel died.
It's been a year now and as I look at our baby I wish I'd handled things better. Daniel was distracted and that's why he had the accident'but our son Daniel junior will always know love and know that his father loved him. I will keep Daniel's memory alive and Daniel will live on in his son. As for me I'm grateful that forone brief shining time I had Daniel in my life.
©Sheilagh Lee April 17, 2018





Monday, April 9, 2018

Dust Bowl


                              Dust Bowl
          The earth parched, great rivets where the last rains had come had carved out holes in the dried dirt. Soil rose and blew across empty fields filling the air with a fine powder that filled the nostrils with fine particles and left a layer of grime over everything. The sky was dark with the winds of change as static electricity built in the air and the air kept raising the land in to small funnels pummelling across the earth raising more and more loam into the lungs and into everything including the remaining food. The beast whips higher and higher ripping across the plains killing animals filling them with sand. Nothing seemed to grow in the once fertile plains. Bellies ached with growing hunger. It seems the end of the world when we can’t see two feet in front of our faces and the internet is gone and travel is impossible.

“We don’t have enough rain,” grandfather complained.
“You’re a fool father. The Earth takes back her planet we’re about to flicker out,” father sniped.
“At least I didn’t raise a boy that sits with his nose in a book,” grandfather exclaimed then stormed away to his room.

      I grew angry this wasn't fair; I just scoured the history books look for a reason that had happened before, but with millenniums of history to scour it would be hard to pinpoint a time when this had occurred before.

 “I’ve got it.” I cried, “This happened once in the nineteen hundred and thirties. The government responded by getting farmers to rotate crops that planting trees and shrubs around your fields and this helps in keeping down the crust or upper soil from flying.”
“Where are we to get these shrubs? Everything is dying,” my father responded.
“We can use the Christmas farm trees to block the farm,” grandfather commented coing back in the room.
“But that’s all the stock we have left,” father complained.

       Despite my father’s complaint we dig up the trees put them in the truck taking them to the edge of the property our faces covered lest we breathe in the silt. We spend hours planting the trees using some remaining water to feed them. The dust has stopped somewhat by the trees and we are sheltered, but grandfather passes away.

      Father and I pray hard we will be redeemed and saved by the trees. Morning comes and the air around us is clear our own oasis, the sun breaking through.  We begin growing food and soon our bellies are full again. Rain comes and washes away the soil and dust. We venture forth and find neighbours have perished far and wide. The world as we know is truly gone as if a nuclear bomb has ended it all. We travel to the city and I find her, Arusha who has survived on her intelligence and ability to scrounge. We are of different cultures, but she is intelligent, a former librarian with books and she can cook. She soon becomes my bride. Life goes on as we share our joy with children. God is good.
©Sheilagh Lee April 9, 2018

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Getting Away With It


I looked up from my desk in my home to see my Uncle Henry hovering.
“Not now Uncle Henry. I’m chasing down a story,” I said picking up the phone.
“Put the phone down. This was Gerald Kahn’s last wish before they executed him. He wanted the case investigated and the real murder found.”
“Don’t they all say that and why are you’re just giving me it now?”
“I promised him,”Uncle Henry answered.

        I began reading the manuscript. It began with Kahn telling how he had met her, Tamsin Vaughan. He was nine years old and she was the new girl. It seemed mildly innocuous, mere puppy love; but he went on to entail how he over the years how he did everything to be close to her, nearer her and it became even creepier. He was her constant companion and friend for years. He detailed how he watched from a distance and became jealous as she dated boy after boy, but never him. According to Kahn she was a siren that attracted every male. It wasn’t her fault just something you accepted as her consort. He wrote about how much he loved her and wanted her. Poor Tamsin people had misjudged her; I was starting to feel sorry for her.

          I had read the trial transcripts and the defence had brought this up too. They had painted her as a sweet girl with no idea of how males reacted to her.

          I went back to the manuscript. Reading of how he comforted after the death of her boyfriend in a tragic car accident and then convinced her to marry him. He wrote as he had spoken at the trial of how surprised he was to find out Tamsin had wanted to leave him. He denied he had killed her and I knew that was true for I was the one to kill her and set him up. He deserved it after all he took my girl from me with all his lies. She loved me and he'd infered that she'd chosen him. I'd made a huge mistake I couldn't rectify except with his demise.

“Finished Stephen? Anything to say?”
“I don’t understand, Uncle Henry.”
“I investigated Stephen and I know you did it. For family sake I’m allowing you to turn yourself in.”
“You know it was an accident?”
“It was?”
“Of course.”
“You’ll turn yourself in?”
         I agreed to turn myself in the next day. The next day Uncle Henry died from a heart attack (brought on by an undetectable drug.) I was worried about his notes on the murder I found them all and I was safe and rich because Uncle Henry had left all to me.  Who says you can’t get away with murder?
©Sheilagh Lee April 4, 2018

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Fionnuala


    I thought back to what Fionnuala told me two days ago, “I need you to take a deep breath.” she’d said and then she told me the good news she carried my babe. Fionnuala and I would run away to Toronto away from Patrick Thoron, the rich brute, her father bade her marry. My distant cousin offered me a job and a place for us in Toronto where they couldn’t reach us.

     Night fell and still Fionnuala didn’t appear. I entered her father’s house and felt a pain in the back of my head. When I awoke I found the house empty devoid of furniture as if she’d never existed at all. 
Finally I went back to the cliff hoping against hope that somehow she reappear. Night fell and as I took one step towards the edge of the cliff I heard, “Frederick, my love you’ve finally come.”
She looked so different. Her hair had turned white overnight and her face was lined with wrinkles. What had they done to her?
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” she said.
        Fionnuala smiled, and the air around me swirled with pinpoints of light until it became all encompassing. Time had no meaning. I looked at her seeing once again the woman Id first fallen in love with and I realized that this was what I had been waiting for all this time; for we were now together for eternity at last, no one could ever keep us part.
©Sheilagh Lee March 28, 2018

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A Dime a Dozen


“We’ve got them both in the interrogation rooms,” the cop said to his boss.
“Really you have the Duke and Duchess of Naples each of them claiming that the other is trying to kill them? Why are you treating them with so much respect it’s not like they’re real royalty; Ferdinand of Sicily created so many duchies that they’re a dime a dozen and not equal to our duchies.”
“She was a lady before her marriage, rumour is she married him for his money and title. He came into the title due to the death of his third cousins once removed in the waning days of the Second World War. She has scars, burns and bruises that she can produce but we can’t figure out who is telling the truth.”
         The heads turned as they heard shouting from the interview room. As they ran towards the rooms they realized the Duke was in with the Duchess.
“You promised you weren’t going to do this anymore,” they heard the Duchess say.
“Me, I did nothing. Here just have a drink and calm down darling.”
When they entered she was drinking something from a china cup. Then she dramatically fell to the floor croaking, “He’s poisoned me.”
       A few weeks later the Duchess recovered and the Duke was later convicted of attempted murder. The Duke died in prison. The Dowager Duchess lived happily enjoying the social scene her husband had kept her from and raising her three young sons. On hr death bed she admitted she lied and had the Duke killed in prison but her sons just laughed and thanked her, as he’d been a terrible father and had beaten them and tortured them every day of the young lives before his death.
 ©Sheilagh Lee March 21, 2018

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Muse


Muse
The last month not one word came from my head and into my computer. I poured a scotch and until I was hammered.
“Muse where have you gone?” I shouted, “I can’ see you anymore”
An eerie screeching sound permeated and filled my heart with dread.
“You just couldn’t do it yourself could you?” a beautiful woman stated appearing before me out of a puff of smoke.
She had hair of gold long and flowing; her the colour of violets and…
“Good grief, even the way you picture me is sexist. Mind if I transform myself into another image you have?”
I nodded speechless and she transformed into a nondescript woman with short brown hair who wore glasses and had brown hair.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Duh, your muse, Calliope.”
“But my muse is just my inner voice.”
“Just like a man always taking credit for a woman’s work.”
“If you’re my muse where have you been the last month?”
“What am I your slave? I went on a well-earned vacation.”
“Are you going to help me now?”
“Already demanding things from me; can’t I have five minutes to get back in the swing of things?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s better. Let’s begin.”
Calliope dictated a story to me and then disappeared. I reformed and made it my own. The story was an even bigger best seller than my other books maybe that’s because I gave credit where credit was due with a dedication to my muse.
 ©Sheilagh Lee March 14, 2018

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Bittersweet


“Do you really need them now?” my nanny had asked about my cars as we went to the park. I run away at the park finding myself lost. Night came and I lie down on a bench and sleep until my parents come.

        I awoke to a young woman and a man. They seem familiar. They’ll take me to my daddy, so I go with them. The young woman spoke into a box like on Star Trek. I was frightened the young man comforted me. We reached a building and a young child ran to me then magically he turned into a man. I was baffled, how could this happen? I looked at the man and he looked like my dad, but he wasn’t my father. I searched my memories as he took my hand gently and hugged me.
“Dad, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

       I looked again at the man and I was scared he called me Dad; but I was a little boy wasn’t I? He sang to me, ‘You are my sunshine.’ and the memories rushed back, this was my son, Alan and my grandson Kevin and my granddaughter Helena had found me. My memory had failed me again; how much longer would I know them?
“Dad, I’ll be there with you, always,” my son said.

        I smile, for that is what I always said to him and he has brought me home. They love me let that be enough for it’s all I have.
 ©Sheilagh Lee March 6, 2018