The depths of love

“Meet me at the pond tonight at 7”. Jessica saw the email as soon as she opened her laptop. A thrill of excitement ran through her when she saw Jeremy’s address and glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was 4:44 and she sighed, not much time to prepare. Her Siamese cat Calypso nuzzled her face as she proceeded to drape her body across the keyboard for some attention. Jessica lifted the purring beast, stroked its rabbit soft fur a few times and then deposited her onto the chair beside her. No time for loving my friend, I’ve got to get ready. She closed the laptop and jumped up from the chair.
Her closet was a myriad of silk and linen, she moved through them one by one before deciding on the sheer white half slip dress. Yes, this will do nicely she thought and hung it up on the bathroom hook on the door. She jumped into the shower and took extra care with her preparations. Coconut scent filled the air as the suds ran down the drain, her long hair sleek and falling to her hips, she rinsed off and wrapped up in her thick towel. Once her hair was perfectly quaffed into waving tendrils and her makeup minimally applied to her liking, she slipped into her favorite dress, the same one she had been wearing the last time they had met at the pond. A night that still woke her in an ecstatic mood a few times a week.
She thought it had been over, not hearing from him for two months as she had sent repeated emails to him. Summer turned into fall and she just assumed he wasn’t interested anymore. Jessica threw on a light overcoat and grabbing her purse, a blanket and her keys, jumped into her car to buy some champagne, berries, a loaf of crusty Italian bread and a nice round of brie. Jeremy was going to get the surprise of his life tonight she thought.
Jessica pulled into the gravel besides Jeremy’s car next to the fence and grabbed the bag of food. The champagne was chilling on ice in a silver bucket wedged between the seat and she pulled everything out, carrying it all through the opening and set it down beneath a tree beside the pond. The night was getting cooler and a fine mist was rising from the pond, she dipped her toe in and realized it was warmer than the air. Smiling, she pulled out the blanket and sat down. She looked around and realized Jeremy was nowhere to be found. Calling his name repeatedly and getting no response, she pulled out her phone and realized she was a half hour early. He must have gone hiking on the trail while he was waiting for her. Jessica was never on time and he knew this so she thought she’d change it up a bit and arrive early to prepare just in case he didn’t show till 7. She got up and walked back to his car. The black car was covered in dust. Jeremy was a stickler for promptness and his car was always immaculate. She tried the door and realized it was unlocked. A Starbucks cup was in the holder half filled with his favorite black coffee and she realized it was ice-cold.
Jessica, are you here yet? A voice interrupted her thoughts and she smiled. Perhaps he was changing after all, letting loose a bit and having fun for a change. He was gorgeous but so uptight she thought and shutting the door she headed back to the pond. The light had faded and she saw ripples moving across the water. A dark head was moving quickly, back and forth and she slipped off her overcoat to reveal the short white sheer gown she wore. She walked into the water slowly, watching him moving about and yelled out, a might cold for a swim don’t you think my love? But she kept moving deeper in, feeling the grasses move across her legs, caressing her with their soft yet slimy feeling tendrils. His head dipped below the water and she laughed seductively. Trying to freak me out my love? as her body kept moving deeper and deeper into the depths. She felt his hands touch her then, moving slowly up her legs, past her bottom and reaching to stroke her stomach. She dipped her head back as his hand found her breasts and she sighed softly into the night air. Dipping down till her chin hit the rippling water, she waited impatiently to gaze into his beautiful blue eyes once more.
His hands gripped her around her neck and he pulled her under. She fought as the weight of his body submerged her, swallowing water as her air supply diminished until there was nothing left. No one ever came to the surface.

Post note: Jeremy had died two months ago, drowning in the pond where he met Jessica after she had left that night.

Just a quick ghost story for Halloween.

The joke (short story)

Come here and give me a hand a minute, will ya? Michael yelled to Sheldon who sat comfortably in the lazy boy reading his book. Sheldon dog-eared the page and threw it down on the seat. Sure, anything to get out of reading that crap he said with a smile. What are you making anyway? Michael held some skeletal arms and string in his hand at the top of the stairs, stretching precariously to reach a hook that was about a foot too far away from his reach. It’s a joke, stupid, and then jumped up a few inches but still not quite reaching the destination. Sheldon grabbed the string from his hands, stood up on tiptoe and hung it effortlessly. It’s gotta suck being so vertically challenged he said with a laugh and Michael just gave him the finger as he handed him the next string. Different gene pool, different results…good thing I got the personality, you got nothing. Now shut up and help me, get this one up there too you ass, chuckling to himself and then grabbed the excess string and walked around the corner and began to hammer into the plasterboard.What kind of joke is this anyway? Seems a bit fake looking if you ask me. Michael peered around the corner and laughed out loud. Yeah, it may look that way but when Morgan gets home from work tonight, hits the light for the upstairs hall that I might add, is no longer in service thanks to the lightbulb that is no longer there thanks to yours truly, it’s gonna look downright freaky scary. Sheldon looked at the get-up again and shook his head, I don’t think this is such a good idea, man. Someone might get hurt or something. Michael turned and walked away flipping him off again. Nah, she’s a lot stronger than you think, she’ll think it’s funny, besides, I’ll just tell her you did it. After all, you’re the one who hung it up, right? Michael slipped around the corner again and slammed his bedroom door with a resounding thump. Stupid ass, Sheldon thought and went back downstairs to finish the last few chapters of A Separate Peace.

Morgan usually got off her job at the 7-11 most nights by 12am and unfortunately she thought to herself as she glanced at the policeman in front of her, tonight wasn’t gonna be typical. The whole night sucked. A drunk came in and she refused to sell him any beer, bad enough he was parked almost sideways in the lot, kind of the same way he walked in as he sneered at her as he staggered back to the beer cooler. She heard a six-pack smash as it hit the floor, beer spraying all over the chips and candy, and then he grabbed another, barely able to hang onto it and she reached for the phone and dialed 911. She whispered to the voice on the other line what was happening and they said don’t worry, don’t confront him and the police would be right there. They took their sweet time getting there of course and she tried to keep the guy there as long as possible. He just wanted the beer honey, he kept muttering over and over again. Gotta get some to take home or Helen will have his nuts on a platter. She didn’t know who Helen was, assumed girlfriend or wife and really didn’t care. His bloodshot eyes stared at her like wet glass, his lips slurring the words and his aggressive nature raising her hackles. Just gimme the beer you stupid bitch, I gotta get home before she does, he spewed and she just stood there looking at him, he threw a twenty at her which blew back off the counter and onto the floor. She leaned down to get it and as she rose, saw him leaving through the door. He got into the car through the passenger side for god knows what reason, shimmied over to the driver seat and put the car in gear. The car lurched forward and smashed through the front glass, sending shards and two liters and chips flying everywhere and she screamed and ducked behind the counter. She told the cops what happened, as she stood there still shaking and waited for the manager to show up so she could get the hell out of there. An hour later she finally made her way to her car in the back lot and just sat there shaking. Asshole could have killed me, she thought and slipped out of the parking lot as a news crew came through the entrance. Not tonight she laughed, not tonight. Don’t need my 15 minutes of fame, just wanna go home thank you. She looked both ways and pulled out.

The local liquor store was open till 2 and she pulled in. Her hands still shook on the steering wheel but she figured she deserved a little treat tonight, walked in and bought a bottle of fruity Sangria from the cooler, paid for it and headed home. Yeah, gonna be a tough night to sleep she said as she tapped on the paper bag, but you’re gonna help me. I’m sure I won’t have to work tomorrow…good, a day off would suit me perfectly she said.  She unlocked the front door and walked in quietly. Michael and Sheldon might be out, a Friday night and all she said to the silence as she grabbed the bottle, twisted off the cap and poured herself a tall glass of red fruity wine on ice. Nice night to sit outside she thought and walked out onto the back porch and settled in to watch the stars. Yeah, just what I need, peace and quiet, and she took another sip.

Michael walked in the front door and rubbed his eyes sleepily, glanced at the clock and saw the bottle of wine on the counter. He sniffed the contents, wrinkled his nose and sat it back down, pouring himself a glass of sweet tea instead, he drank it in almost a single gulp turned off the lights and then started to walk through the living room to head for bed. The pot Frankie scored for them at the party had been pretty damn good, he could still feel the effects and laughed in the dark. Yep, gonna sleep like a baby tonight he said as he began to walk up the stairs. He knew his way in the dark and walked carefully up each step, knowing where they creaked and avoided those particular spots. He was out longer than what he was allowed and didn’t want to get caught breaking curfew, there was another party tomorrow and he was gonna be there come hell or high water. He made it to the last step before the ghostly form in white came hurtling through the darkness at him, his mouth open in a terrifying scream as he fell backwards, his back twisted in a sinister way as he landed wedged in the wood where the stairs turned. His eyes wide open, but no longer seeing. The joke took its victim like planned. Sheldon sat above in the shadows, quietly turned and walked away smiling. Yep, somebody may be hurt, maybe this isn’t a good idea and he closed the door and slipped into bed.

 

 

To be…or not to be

A night of magic
An eve of fun….
I could be a minion yellow
A happy Twinkie like fellow
Or a mermaid in an ocean deep,
or A sparkly neon orange pumpkin peep.
An eerie ghost in gossamer silk
A cowgirl with her black and white leather
A flapper girl with a peacock feather.
I could be a raven of deepest black
Or a Monopoly man with a snazzy top hat,
A sexy witch with a smoking brew
Or A rap star from 2live crew,
A football player with a tiny ball
An egg that sits high on a wall,
A cat that walks down alleys and streets
Or my husbands fave, a grilled cut of meat.
I could be a singer in hippie garb
Or a make shift pac man chasing ghosts
Now that’s an image I dig the most.
I could be you, my blogger friends
Like Wonder Woman and superman
Just flying high on Halloween.
But I’m no longer seventeen
Yet still able to be young and fun at heart
But to be Marge Simpson or even Bart
Can make me smile
And whistful too
Come join the fun
We’ve just begun
What will you be this Hallows eve?
Just leave a note or a suggestion too
Come now there’s still so much to do,
More candy to gather
And tricks to give,
So let me know when I see you there
What’s under the mask,
What’s hiding there.
Do you dare to play along my friend?
Or will this finally be the end
Of silly thoughts
And costumes dreamed
Excuse me while I let loose and scream
To set the mood
For frightening fun
Enough I guess,
Because now I’m done.