I forced my breath to slow down; minutes seemed like hours, so being calm was best. I began to write what I remembered. The officer, who had to drive me here, watched as I detailed the crime.
The sliver of a tear rolled down my cheek recounting the hours at the murder scene. A phone rang, sounding eerily like the wind chime I had heard before the shooting. It sent a shiver down my spine and shone a light on the truth.
Plans started to form in my brain, but was I smart enough to match those of the killer?
The monks walked silently in the temple’s courtyard—barely noticeable the scuffling sound of their shoes. Unexpectedly, a loud boom erupted. A frightened gasp escaped from the mouth of each of them. Everyone was filled with possible stories to explain what had occurred. Together, they took a step in the direction of the noise. Looking up, they saw the sky was clear; birds fluttered around unperturbed. The side door slowly creaked open, and a ghost emerged unexpectedly. You could feel the fear spring up in the monks; their demeanor shrank in its weaving presence.
Heading back from the trails, Jed’s horse Lacy responded to the tick of his tongue. She eagerly charged towards the gate. It was sunset, and the promise of carrots from the fairy known as Kate awaited her. Lacy’s hooves slowed to a trot on the stone path; she’d reached her stall. Jed knew he’d pushed her to her limit today. It was time to finish the outing; her pounding heartbeat told him as much.
Kate pulled the string on the bundle, and the carrots began to spill into the trough. She swore she could see Lacy grin as she approached.
These wicked books created honey between my legs, leaving me with even more of a hunger than before. With rapturous delight, I felt broken well, over and over again. But with the sun rising, it was a sign to get up—the rays peeking silently through the silk curtain, the black fabric wafted by an invisible wind. Peeking out, I spotted dust kicked up by our familytruck on the dirt road in the distance.
What a shame. I had hoped for another round, but this time with my handsome husband. Where was he going so early this morning?
The room grew dim as a cloud passed over. So much so that I couldn’t see any part of the book I was reading. My hands balled into a fist with frustration.
I heard the caw of a raven, drums and women chanting. They were huddled around the big rock below my window. I began to slide open the window wider to speak to the women on the west side of my two-story home.
“What are you doing here?” I screamed at them.
“We are trying to blend our will and nature in this coven circle to end worldwide suffering.”
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On my walk, I whipped at the grass with my rod. Then with a surprised “huh?” and a sigh, I caught a glimpse of the birds ahead. I was fraught with anticipation as a shape on the ground emerged the closer I got. Then I stepped in cow shit. Yuck!
The gap between the animal and myself was not that wide but too low for me that I might check its condition. Thinking for a moment, I decided to use the lead fishing anchor to touch it. Letting the line down, I thrust at its head.
The bear eyed our host while I scribbled to the digitalgods on my iPad – HELP US! With bated breath, I hit send. Please let the detailed message get through to the police.
The furry beast cast a tall shadow over the camp; our nerves, taut with fear, felt like they would snap at any moment. I quietly wished the bear would decide to crave something other than us campers today.
Right then, I saw a red light on the bear’s coat—he was in the mountie’s crosshairs! With a relieved gaze in his direction, I uttered, “We are safe!”
I gave him the signal to start the long drive with a wink of my eyebrow. Many plaid-shirtedarms began waving him on, and we all cheered for his success on his lone mission—one he’d waited his entire life for.
Everyone cracked a joke at his expense at the club that night, ice cubes clinking in their tumblers as they laughed. With the fire glowing in the background, they were merry with inebriation. But also wishing they could fly with their compadre and join him on his mission to Mars.
What they did not know, he was finally returning home.