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Happy Canada Day and Happy Fourth of July!!!!

Another beautiful day outside in Timmins, Ontario – a break in the crazy humidity which makes it all that more nice as it is easier to breathe and think when you are comfortable. I wanted to take this opportunity to once again thank all my fans and followers for your support, encouragement and words of positive criticism – you make a difference in my life. So for all my Canadian followers – I want to take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Canada Day !!! May you have a wonderful and blessed day off – filled with good memories!! Be safe and have fun!!!

 

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For all my American followers, if I do not remember to post on the fourth of July – I wish you a happy Fourth of July in advance!! Have a wonderful, safe and blessed holiday and thank you again for all your support and encouragement.

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Well, I should get to the business of working on a new Chapter of “The Antique House: Book One”  (http://meloniesmorsels.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/the-antique-house-chapters-one-to-four/). I am thoroughly enjoying undertaking this project as it is a new start for me because I am not used to writing stories as my strong suite has always been poetry, which you can see on the blog as well as on my e-book called “Wings of Hope” !!

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Before I answer to the muse’s call, I want to leave you with a quote from a wonderful book I am reading at this time (ok I have three on the go – hehe)..

“We fear discovering that we are more than we think we are. More than our parents/children/teachers think we are. We fear that we actually possess the talent that our still, small voice tells us. That we actually have the guts, the perseverance, the capacity. We fear that we truly can steer our ship, plant our flag, reach our Promised Land. We fear this because, if it’s true, then we become estranged from all we know. We pass through a membrane. We become monsters and monstrous.”
― Steven PressfieldThe War of Art: Break Through the Blocks & Win Your Inner Creative Battles

 

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She sat silently at her desk sipping her favourite raspberry tea while trying to stir up her creative muse. Today for some reason, her writing routine that she followed to help her get in the creative mind frame was not working. Desperate to get her juices flowing, she replayed all her steps in her mind on the off chance she forgot something. “First, I gathered my favourite candles, favourite mug and favourite classical CD. Then I shut all blinds, turned on laptop and let it warmed up and turned on stove and placed my grandmothers antique kettle on burner- i had filled it earlier when i made hot chocolate in morning. Once water was ready, I prepared tea, turned on favourite CD and lit my candles. All steps completed, then why am I so blocked!” “Damn it Melinda, why are you struggling with this?” She thought to herself. Frustrated with her inability to jump start her mind and release the block stopping her from working on her project, she decides to stray from her usual routine and goes for a walk in the park near her country home. Walking up her winding stairs she enters her spacious and antique designed bedroom. She heads to her extremely organized and roomy closet, she picks out her mother’s pink cashmere sweater and slips it on. Once she was had grabbed her tea and was ready to embark on her walk, she took a deep calming breath and repeated to herself “one step at a time!” After ensuring her alarm was on and doors were locked, she slipped the pewter key chain into the pocket of her favourite grey slacks and started walking along her brick walkway. She was surprised at how beautiful it was outside for a spring day and how she was delighting in the sounds of spring all around her. “I haven’ t walked this trail in so many years. Although it was one of the reasons, she bought this old house and fixed it up to her liking it was almost forgotten about it and neglected. Her gardener kept all her shrubs, flowers and trees looking immaculate and this was something that made her proud to have this beautiful picturesque yard. Looking around at all this majestic beauty, she couldn’t help but think back to how far he had come in the last few years. It had been a very turbulent four years and it had almost broke her spirit and destroyed her sanity, but with faith, prayer and determination as well as professional help she had climbed her way to where she was now. As she walked down the cobblestone walk way, images of the past began to flash through her mind and flooded her thoughts. Overwhelmed by what was taking place, she decided it was best to go sit down in the most peaceful and serene place she knew – her perennial garden. Hidden among the tall cedar hedges in her back yard was a beautiful perennial garden that she designed,and selected all the flowers, shrubs and decorations for it as well. She smiled at who proud of this garden and herself that she was as she had researched each aspect of it, as well as she even planted it herself. This hidden beauty now seldom visited was still immaculately maintained as she left specific instructions with the gardener on how to care for it and paid him handsomely to come in an extra day a week to care for it alone. Once she reached the cedar hedges, she felt around for the carefully hidden and trimmed entrance. Taking a moment before entering, she took in the beautiful smell of cedar which always reminded her of her grandparents house and then she carefully looked around three times to ensure she was alone and entered her forgotten gem. Walking to her granite bench she took a deep breath and looked at all the flowers blooming and admired all the radiant colours. She felt a wave of sadness as she thought to herself, how she had neglected to spend any time here in the last couple of years. She made a mental note to try to visit her space at least once a month. As she sat down on her bench and took a sip of her tea, everything began to flood back to her and she began to feel trapped in the flash backs. “Why is this happening now?” “It has been years since the memories have haunted me!” Her therapist had helped her break the flash backs and gave her coping mechanisms to push through the anxiety of them, which she followed religiously. So why now was all her strategies not working and why couldn’t she break out of flash backs and emotions associated with them? She searched frantically through her pockets, in hopes that her cell phone was with her and then she could call her therapist but her efforts were futile as she came up empty handed. Attempting to calm herself she took a slow breath and said quietly to herself, “only choice is to ride through them, but i am not sure if I am strong enough to handle the outcome” She wasn’t sure what was worse, not being able to forgot or the intensity of the emotions that overtook her when the flashbacks occurred. All she knew for sure was that each time they had occurred in the past, it had physically and emotionally drained her to the point all she could do is cry from the pain of exhaustion. Taking one last sip of her tea, she placed her mug down on the antique table beside her bench and took a deep breath then closed her eyes while waiting for the flash food of memories to wash over her. Chapter Two There were no specific defining moments just a pattern of events and experiences that rattled around in her soul like loose screws in an appliance. They were always present in her mind,but usually she could redirect her thoughts when something triggered her mind to relive them. It had taken a long couple of years for her to finally find the strength,peace and tools needed to get normalcy back into her life not that her world would ever be truly normal again. Melinda had what some of her friends called a “respectable” and “envious” lifestyle before everything had been upheaved on her. She had a great job that paid her well, a beautiful apartment in the downtown area and was very active in her community. She had been in a few relationships but she wasn’t ready to settle down as she was focusing on her career first. She remembers vividly when her life seemed to take her off the original course she planned for herself. How she wished she could erase the memories that were imbedded in her mind, but like many experiences in life there was many complicated emotions woven together. Her day started off as usual as all her day offs from work as she always planned them out as she had only every second Monday off and wanted to ensure she made most of day. Sunday nightsafter work, she perused her cupboards and fridge to see what groceries and supplies were needed as well as browsed the online ads from her favourite super markets and wrote down all the sales. She made sure it was ready for Monday morning’s grocery run so she wouldn’t waste valuable time this morning. She woke up and pulled on her favourite fleece house coat and slippers and then headed to her kitchen to make her breakfast of toast with honey and banana slices. While she was waiting for the sound of the toaster, she started her kettle and grabbed a tea bag and mug. Once everything was ready, she headed to her small wood kitchen table to sit down and browse her favourite column in newspaper. Once she was finished eating, she placed her mauve plate and mug in her sink and headed to her bedroom to get dressed in her previously set out clothes to wear grocery shopping. “Comfort is the most important element of grocery shopping because you do not want to be all stif and uncomfortable pushing through aisles” she always told her friends and family. Ironically although they teased her about it, they couldn’t argue with her logic as it made sense. Once she got dressed in her pink leggings and knitted pink and white top, she slipped on her black loafers and headed to the counter to grab the necessary items that she had set out for her day – grocery bags, lists, car keys, house keys, cell phone and her matching pink purse. On her way out the door, she grabbed her warm black poncho and headed outside. Locking the door, she took a step ahead and took in all the scents of springtime surrounding her neighbourhood. Melinda’s first stop was to the supermarket to gather supplies plus get some new ingredients for a recipe she wanted to try. Cooking and experimenting with new foods and flavours was something that she loved to do especially in her time after work. Some of her favourite things to make were bread,scones and soups. She always found it so relaxing and therapeutic when she spent time working in her kitchen. Many of her most precious memories from childhood were rooted around spending time in the kitchen with her grandmother. One of her favourite things to make was her grandmother’s “Blackberry Scones”. She had made the recipe so many times that she had it memorized. As she pulled up to the super market, she began to scan the parking lot for a space that did not have any cars near it as to not have to worry about anyone hitting her car. It was her pride and joy and her first brand new car and she babied the car and always kept it immaculate inside and outside. Once she was parked and had grabbed her cart inside, she began her favourite part of the day grocery shopping. She loved the feeling of browsing the aisles as she picked out her favourite items and picking up new coupons for her next shopping trip. While she was reading her list and walking the bakery aisle, she accidentally bumped into someone. When she looked up, she saw a tall, slender man with deep blue eyes and short reddish blond hair. “Oh my gosh, i am so sorry. ” she said “i was kind of absorbed in my list!” She could feel her face redden as she spoke, she was so embarrassed. “It is okay ma’am it happens to us all. Are you ok, did you hurt yourself?” He smiled at her with such a beautiful smile and a sincere look of concern. ” i am okay, only thing bruised is my ego” she laughed nervously “”Thank you for asking though!” “My name is Melinda by the way, nice to meet you” She figured she should at least introduce herself as he was so kind and understanding. “Name is Jobe, but my friends call me Jo and it is a pleasure to meet you as well. ” he extended his hand to shake hers. As her hand touched his she felt a weird sensation and feeling run through as if they had a deep connection. There was something about him that drew her to him and she couldn’t put her finger on what.

Update of Short Story

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The old lady sat fidgeting in the seat at her old rickety kitchen table!! For some reason her nerves were more shot than usual and she couldn’t pinpoint why exactly. She kept clutching at her withered hands in anticipation as she wrestled with her anxious mind.
She woke this morning so abruptly that her tired legs were shaking uncontrollably when she tried to ease herself out of bed. Looking back at her sheets before she attempted the agony of trying to coax a weary and beat body out bed, she notices that they are soaked from sweat.

Her body was not at all cooperative this morning and her mind began to race the minute her eyes focused on the light from her window! Every bone in her body creaked as she fumbled to get in a position that would allow her to get up successful and her joints felt like they were un-oiled hinges.

Her senses were working in over drive and she had a distinct feeling that something bad was going to happen, but she could not determine what or why. As much as she tried to ignore her instincts, she knew that they could not be ignored.
Once she had steadied herself enough to trust her body to not collapse under her legs, she grabbed onto her cane and slowly made her way to kitchen to take what she referred to as her “daily dose of reality” with her favorite morning tea. She slowly and cautiously eased herself into her favorite old, second hand chair that faced out the window to a neglected back yard.

Once she was seated carefully she reached toward her cocktail of medications stored in her green medicine container, took a deep breath and started fumbling with the flip tops. Her arthritic fingers stumbling as her hands begin to shake and her heart starts to beat rapidly in her chest. After 10 long minutes, she is able to finally open lids and begins her routine of sorting out her tablets according to size – she always starts with the smallest ones first as it is easier to psych herself up to handle the larger tablets.

While the old woman sat taking her medication, she could hear the wind howling and shaking her old window panes. The wind seemed fiercer than usual tonight and she could swear there were cries being carried through the air.
All of a sudden a chill seemed to overtake her and she reached for her shawl.

After her daily ritual was complete she sat almost transfixed in her chair. It almost felt like something had bound her in place but no one else was around.

She knew the signs and what she had to do but it had been years and she was uncertain of her mind’s clarity and if her body could handle the fatigue afterwards.

Trying to ignore the nagging feeling she began to hum and fidgeted with her fingers and rings in hopes that it would distract herself from the pull.

The twitch grew stronger in her weary hands and she could feel her back muscles stiffen under her wrinkled, age spotted skin.

When she could no longer still what was stirring inside her, she steadied herself on the wobbly old table and cautiously pulled herself up. Once she was steady enough she made her way to her cupboard above the sink.

Her walk to the cupboard seemed to take years instead of the minutes it did actually take. Once she reached the cupboards, she took a deep breath and slowly began to open the door. The hinges creaked so loud that it seemed to echo in her empty kitchen.

Her eyes scanned the contents of the cupboard until they cane across the small black bag with a gold rope tie. Her hands began to shake as her hands reached the velvet black sachet. Once it was in her grasp the old woman grabbed it and took a deep breath.

She stood almost frozen in place with the bag in her hands. The feel of velvet in her hands were comforting to her but also awakened overwhelming tensions in her body.

Once her heart slowed down enough she slowly made her way back to the wooden table and cautiously lowered herself down to the chair. She sat staring at the velvet bag as she passed it back and forth between her hands.

It had been years since her eyes had peered at artifacts in velvet sachet but she knew that she would have to face the ghosts of the past!

Her heart started to race as her mind flashed back to when she last glimpsed what was hidden in the velvety soft packet!

It had been years since her eyes had peered at artifacts in velvet sachet but she knew that she would have to face the ghosts of the past!

Her heart started to race as her mind flashed back to when she last glimpsed what was hidden in the velvety soft packet!

It was just before her grandmother passed away when she last decided to use her skills and open the contents of the pouch. She was just in her late thirties when her grandmother passed away leaving her the contents of the velvet sachet.

What she saw then terrified her to the point that she swore that she would never again open herself up to Spirit.

As much as she tried, she could no longer ignore the nagging feeling that she had inside. It was time to put her fears aside and do what needed to be done.

She pulled out what was inside and took a deep breath and all of a sudden a strange wind blew through her kitchen.

“It is time”, she thought to herself as she laid out all contents of the pouch on her table. Before she continued, she fingered her antique gold cross and chain and said a silent prayer.

She began by lighting a small white candle that forever sat on her table. It had become a part of the table now and years of neglect covered it with dust. The wick lit with such ease that it surprised her as well as concerned her.

Watching the flame dance on the wick, she begins to shuffle the ancient cards that her grandmother passed down to her. The flame’s dance seems to hypnotize her and put her in a deep trance like state!!

As the old woman sat silently with the cards in her frail, slender hands she took a deep breath and said a silent prayer to the spirits and God.
She then flipped over the first card and gasped to herself. The card that was facing her was “The Tower”, which she knew meant disaster and misfortune.
As she stared shockingly at the card, she began seeing flashes of horrific images. At first, she was confused as to where the setting of the startling images originated from, but the more she focussed the clearer she saw what an exact replica of her small town was.
With a start she snapped back to the present and sat frozen in her seat as she began to sob uncontrollably. “It is own town I saw” she whispered to herself.

What should she do next, she asked herself. She was not the most popular person in her little town as many people thought of her as a strange, crazy lady. She has heard their snickers in the past as she would walk amongst the town folk. Their taunts and judgements became so hurtful that she decided that she would never venture out again and she stuck by that statement.
She has found ways to get groceries and supplies delivered to her daily and to avoid the people in town.

Now the old woman had to decide the biggest decision of her life and she was plagued with uncertainty.

Should she face the ridicule and tell people what she saw and ultimately save them? Would they even believe her?

Should she just leave and save herself? Or stay and face the fate that everyone
else would endure?

Afraid that her decision would be clouded by her emotions, past hurts and fear, she decided to sleep on it and hope that the angels and spirits would speak to her.

She said a silent prayer asking for guidance and sat in silence at her old wooden table. As she sat there and looked at her shaking frail hands and tried to will them to settle.

Unable to calm her nerves, she decided to take a sleeping pill and try to rest for the night. After finishing her glass of water, she sets the glass down and steadies herself to stand up and head to her bed.

It seemed to take her forever to walk from kitchen to the bedroom. She could hear her bones creak as she walked cautiously to her bedroom and positioned herself to be able to lower her body down to bed. Once she was certain that she could lower her body right on bed, she braced her tired hands on bed and began the process until her bottom hit the mattress.

She guided her legs onto mattress and stretched them out to get comfortable enough to relax her body. Laying her head upon a pillow, she pulled up her handmade quilt and closed her weary and tired eyes.

She knew it wouldn’t be a good night’s sleep but at this moment a few hours would be better than no sleep at all.

The night air was thick and heavy and the old woman tossed uncontrollably during the night.
Her mind was running wild with images, her heart beating rapidly and her body aching more than normal.

When the early daylight came through the cracked bedroom window, she decided that she would start the process of getting out of bed. Her morning routine would be a lengthy process that took her 25 minutes every morning, as long as it was a good day.

Today did not feel like a food day as her nerves were rattled, her body felt weak and heavier than normal and her muscles felt like they had dissolved.

Every time she moved about her body ached and her heart raced so rapidly it felt like it would pound out of her chest.

Once she was steady enough to stand, she began to slowly get dressed for the day and then shuffled herself to medicine shelf in her kitchen.

“This is going to be one on those days when I will need more pain meds than normal”, she said to herself. She reached for her pill jar and began to fumble with the lid.

“Damn lids why do they make them so hard to open”, she mumbled to herself. After several minutes of attempting to open lid, her frail, arthritic hands successfully completed task. She shook two pills onto her hand and swallowed them without water.

She placed the lid back on the amber coloured jar and slid it carefully into her skirt pocket. She reached for her cane and shawl and stumbled through the doorway.

At first, she did not know what direction to head and began walking aimlessly. As she began walking, her mind began to race and the visions began to return.

She decided to walk toward the graveyard where her late husband was buried. She wasn’t sure why she was guided toward that spot as she hadn’t gone to his grave in years because it was too much for her to bare. All she knew for certain was that she was being drawn back to the very spot she had avoided for years.

Once she reached the entrance to the dimly lit gateway, she leaned against the old oak tree that stood guard beside the wrought iron gate.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and it seemed to echo in her ears.

She struggled to catch her breath and her body ached from the walk. Closing her eyes for a few minutes, she attempts to calm her breathing down and settle her nerves.

She asks herself out loud, “Is this the right thing for me to do?” Uncertainty and fear fill her mind as she looks into the abandoned cemetery.

Determined to continue along her path, she pushes open the old gate and takes a long, slow deep breath. She shuffled into the graveyard and follows the stone path that has now become overgrown with weeds.

It had been so many years since she had been to his grave and her memory was not as good as she thought. She could not remember where the headstone was and she felt lost in cemetery.

As she was looking around, she began to feel weak and shaky so she sat down on a patch of grass near an old oak tree to rest.

 

 

 

As she leaned against the tree, she closed her weary eyes for a few minutes to ease the dryness.

Hours later, the old woman woke startled and disorientated as she was not sure what had happened.
When she looked around, she realized that she had fallen asleep at the cemetery.

She began to pat around the grass and felt a solid mass in the ground. Clearing the grass away and dusting off area she discovered that she had fallen asleep at her husband’s grave.

Amazed at what she called a “divine coincidence “, she smiled and then rubbed the headstone in affection.

“I know I haven’t been to visit in a long time but you know you are always in my heart”, the old woman whispered. “Besides, I feel you most when I sit in your old chair in the living room”,’ she says as if to justify her absence.

“I am at a loss now and I need your strength and guidance,” she begins her conversation. As if he was standing beside her, she started conversing with his spirit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Help with Story

I am writing this to ask for my fans and followers and of course you are all friends for assistance.

My request for help is advice and opinions:

1. Read my short story
2. Question: If you were old woman what would you do? Why? How?
3. Question: reading story whats a good title?

Thank you for your help 🙂

Short Story Title not Chosen,yet

The old lady sat fidgeting in the seat at her old rickety kitchen table!! For some reason her nerves were more shot than usual and she couldn’t pinpoint why exactly. She kept clutching at her withered hands in anticipation as she wrestled with her anxious mind.
She woke this morning so abruptly that her tired legs were shaking uncontrollably when she tried to ease herself out of bed. Looking back at her sheets before she attempted the agony of trying to coax a weary and beat body out bed, she notices that they are soaked from sweat.

Her body was not at all cooperative this morning and her mind began to race the minute her eyes focused on the light from her window! Every bone in her body creaked as she fumbled to get in a position that would allow her to get up successful and her joints felt like they were un-oiled hinges.

Her senses were working in over drive and she had a distinct feeling that something bad was going to happen, but she could not determine what or why. As much as she tried to ignore her instincts, she knew that they could not be ignored.
Once she had steadied herself enough to trust her body to not collapse under her legs, she grabbed onto her cane and slowly made her way to kitchen to take what she referred to as her “daily dose of reality” with her favorite morning tea. She slowly and cautiously eased herself into her favorite old, second hand chair that faced out the window to a neglected back yard.

Once she was seated carefully she reached toward her cocktail of medications stored in her green medicine container, took a deep breath and started fumbling with the flip tops. Her arthritic fingers stumbling as her hands begin to shake and her heart starts to beat rapidly in her chest. After 10 long minutes, she is able to finally open lids and begins her routine of sorting out her tablets according to size – she always starts with the smallest ones first as it is easier to psych herself up to handle the larger tablets.

While the old woman sat taking her medication, she could hear the wind howling and shaking her old window panes. The wind seemed more fierce than usual tonight and she could swear there were cries being carried through the air.
All of a sudden a chill seemed to overtake her and she reached for her shawl.

After her daily ritual was complete she sat almost transfixed in her chair. It almost felt like something had bound her in place but no one else was around.

She knew the signs and what she had to do but it had been years and she was uncertain of her mind’s clarity and if her body could handle the fatigue afterwards.

Trying to ignore the nagging feeling she began to hum and fidgeted with her fingers and rings in hopes that it would distract herself from the pull.

The twitch grew stronger in her weary hands and she could feel her back muscles stiffen under her wrinkled,age spotted skin.

When she could no longer still what was stirring inside her, she steadied herself on the wobbly old table and cautiously pulled herself up. Once she was steady enough she made her way to her cupboard above the sink.

Her walk to the cupboard seemed to take years instead of the minutes it did actually take. Once she reached the cupboards, she took a deep breath and slowly began to open the door. The hinges creaked so loud that it seemed to echo in her empty kitchen.

Her eyes scanned the contents of the cupboard until they cane across the small black bag with a gold rope tie. Her hands began to shake as her hands reached the velvet black sachet. Once it was in her grasp the old woman grabbed it and took a deep breath.

She stood almost frozen in place with the bag in her hands. The feel of velvet in her hands were comforting to her but also awakened overwhelming tensions in her body.

Once her heart slowed down enough she slowly made her way back to the wooden table and cautiously lowered herself down to the chair. She sat staring at the velvet bag as she passed it back and forth between her hands.

It had been years since her eyes had peered at artifacts in velvet sachet but she knew that she would have to face the ghosts of the past!

Her heart started to race as her mind flashed back to when she last glimpsed what was hidden in the velvety soft packet!

It had been years since her eyes had peered at artifacts in velvet sachet but she knew that she would have to face the ghosts of the past!

Her heart started to race as her mind flashed back to when she last glimpsed what was hidden in the velvety soft packet!

It was just before her grandmother passed away when she last decided to use her skills and open the contents of the pouch. She was just in her late thirties when her grandmother passed away leaving her the contents of the velvet sachet.

What she saw then terrified her to the point that she swore that she would never again open herself up to Spirit.

As much as she tried, she could no longer ignore the nagging feeling that she had inside. It was time to put her fears aside and do what needed to be done.

She pulled out what was inside and took a deep breath and all of a sudden a strange wind blew through her kitchen.

“It is time”, she thought to herself as she laid out all contents of the pouch on her table. Before she continued, she fingered her antique gold cross and chain and said a silent prayer.

She began by lighting a small white candle that forever sat on her table. It had become a part of the table now and years of neglect covered it with dust. The wick lit with such ease that it surprised her as well as concerned her.

Watching the flame dance on the wick, she begins to shuffle the ancient cards that her grandmother passed down to her. The flame’s dance seems to hypnotize her and put her in a deep trance like state!!

As the old woman sat silently with the cards in her frail, slender hands she took a deep breath and said a silent prayer to the spirits and God.
She then flipped over the first card and gasped to herself. The card that was facing her was “The Tower”, which she knew meant disaster and misfortune.
As she stared shakingily at the card, she began seeing flashes of horrific images. At first, she was confused as to where the setting of the startling images originated from, but the more she focussed the clearer she saw what was an exact replica of her small town.
With a start she snapped back to the present and sat frozen in her seat as she began to sob uncontrollably. “It is own town I saw” she whispered to herself.

What should she do next, she asked herself. She was not the most popular person in her little town as many people thought of her as a strange, crazy lady. She has heard their snickers in the past as she would walk amongst the town folk. Their taunts and judgements became so hurtful that she decided that she would never venture out again and she stuck by that statement.
She has found ways to get groceries and supplies delivered to her daily and to avoid the people in town.

Now the old woman had to decide the biggest decision of her life and she was plagued with uncertainty.

Should she face the ridicule and tell people what she saw and ultimately save them? Would they even believe her?

Should she just leave and save herself? Or stay and face the fate that everyone
else would endure?

Afraid that her decision would be clouded by her emotions, past hurts and fear, she decided to sleep on it and hope that the angels and spirits would speak to her.

She said a silent prayer asking for guidance and sat in silence at her old wooden table. As she sat there and looked at her shaking frail hands and tried to will them to settle.

Unable to calm her nerves, she decided to take a sleeping pill and try to rest for the night. After finishing her glass of water, she sets the glass down and steadies herself to stand up and head to her bed.

It seemed to take her forever to walk from kitchen to the bedroom. She could hear her bones creak as she walked cautiously to her bedroom and positioned herself to be able to lower her body down to bed. Once she was certain that she could lower her body right on bed, she braced her tired hands on bed and began the process until her bottom hit the mattress.

She guided her legs onto mattress and stretched them out to get comfortable enough to relax her body. Laying her head upon a pillow, she pulled up her handmade quilt and closed her weary and tired eyes.

She knew it wouldn’t be a good nights sleep but at this moment a few hours would be better than no sleep at all.

The night air was thick and heavy and the old woman tossed uncontrollably during the night.
Her mind running wild with images, her heart beating rapidly and her body aching more than normal.

When the early daylight came through the cracked bedroom window, she decided that she would start the process of getting out of bed. Her morning routine would be a lengthy process that took her 25 minutes every morning, as long as it was a good day.

Today did not feel like a food day as her nerves were rattled, her body felt weak and heavier than normal and her muscles felt like they had dissolved.

Every time she moved about her body ached and her heart raced so rapidly it felt like it would pound out of her chest.

Once she was steady enough to stand, she began to slowly get dressed for the day and then shuffled herself to medicine shelf in her kitchen.

“This is going to be one on those days when I will be needing more pain meds than normal”, she said to herself. She reached for her pill jar and began to fumble with the lid.

“Damn lids why do they make them so hard to open”, she mumbled to herself. After several minutes of attempting to open lid, her frail,arthritic hands successfully completed task. She shook two pills onto her hand and swallowed them without water.

She placed the lid back on the amber coloured jar and slid it carefully into her skirt pocket. She reached for her cane and shawl and stumbled through the doorway.

At first, she did not know what direction to head and began walking aimlessly. As she began walking, her mind began to race and the visions began to return.

She decided to walk toward the graveyard where her late husband was buried. She wasn’t sure why that spot as she hadn’t gone to his grave in years because it was too much for her to bare. All she knew for a certain was that she was being drawn back to the very spot she had avoided for years.

Once she reached the entrance to the dimly lit gateway, she leaned against the old oak tree that stood guard beside the wrought iron gate.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and it seemed to echo in her ears.

She struggled to catch her breath and her body ached from the walk. Closing her eyes for a few minutes,she attempts to calm her breathing down and settle her nerves.

She asks herself out loud, “Is this the right thing for me to do?” Uncertainty and fear fill her mind as she looks into the abandoned cemetery.

Determined to continue along her path, she pushes open the old gate and takes a long,slow deep breath. She shuffled into the graveyard and follows the stone path that has now become overgrown with weeds.

It had been so many years since she had been to his grave and her memory was not as good as she thought. She could not remember where the headstone was and she felt lost in cemetery.

As she was looking around, she began to feel weak and shaky so she sat down on a patch of grass near an old oak tree to rest.

As she leaned against the tree, she closed her weary eyes for a few minutes to ease the dryness.

Hours later, the old woman woke startled and disorientated as she was not sure what had happened.
When she looked around, she realized that she had fallen asleep at the cemetery.

She began to pat around the grass and felt a solid mass in the ground. Clearing the grass away and dusting off area she discovered that she had fallen asleep at her husbands grave.

Amazed at what she called a “divine coincidence “, she smiled and then rubbed the headstone in affection.

“I know I haven’t been to visit in a long time but you know you are always in my heart”, the old woman whispered. “Besides, I feel you most when I sit in your old chair in the living room”,’ she says as if to justify her absence.

“I am at a loss now and I need your strength and guidance,” she begins her conversation. As if he was standing beside her, she started conversing with his spirit.

Short Story Continuation

As the old woman sat silently with the cards in her frail, slender hands she took a deep breath and said a silent prayer to the spirits and God.
She then flipped over the first card and gasped to herself. The card that was facing her was “The Tower”, which she knew meant disaster and misfortune.
As she stared shakingily at the card, she began seeing flashes of horrific images. At first, she was confused as to where the setting of the startling images originated from, but the more she focussed the clearer she saw what was an exact replica of her small town.
With a start she snapped back to the present and sat frozen in her seat as she began to sob uncontrollably. “It is own town I saw” she whispered to herself.

What should she do next, she asked herself. She was not the most popular person in her little town as many people thought of her as a strange, crazy lady. She has heard their snickers in the past as she would walk amongst the town folk. Their taunts and judgements became so hurtful that she decided that she would never venture out again and she stuck by that statement.
She has found ways to get groceries and supplies delivered to her daily and to avoid the people in town.

Now the old woman had to decide the biggest decision of her life and she was plagued with uncertainty.

Should she face the ridicule and tell people what she saw and ultimately save them? Would they even believe her?

Should she just leave and save herself? Or stay and face the fate that everyone
else would endure?