Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Lunar eclipse tomorrow............The Pink Moon
Unfortunately, we will not be able to see the lunar eclipse this time around but it is still a marvel and wonder to me.
I love the name of the full moon in April....the Pink Moon, also called the Awakening Moon. It is so named for the flowers (moss, phlox and others) that have already bloomed in many parts of the northern hemisphere. I remember the first time Shelley my daughter became aware of the different names for the full moons. She must have been about four and was very excited to get outside and see the moon. In her mind the name implied that it would be big and beautifully Pink. I remember the sour look on her face when she saw the same beautiful old golden glowed orb looking back at her from the heavens. "Hey, where's the Pink"? she grumbled. I will never forget that pouty bottom lip of hers as I explained how it's only the name, not the color of the moon.
yusuf fartun |
this is the other side of the moon, photo credit NASA |
One of my favorite childrens books is Everything I see is part of Me. I am the moon, the fire, the wind, the earth and most especially for me.........the stars and beyond.
I hope that this full moon brings you hope, health, happiness and peace. Oma Linda
For information on the eclipse here is a link.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Splendor House - Chapter 7.....The answer
Are you alright my dear, asked Mr.
Maravilla with great concern in his voice? Penny replied in the affirmative by
shaking her head. She was so cotton mouthed that she couldn't reply verbally. And
he tenderly added he hoped she was. My goodness you've been through so much in
the past few weeks. Be assured I am only
here to help you.
Then Penny remembered what had brought
her to this moment. She had gotten Mr.
Maravilla's name from the deed to the building. Then as though by decree, she
just knew what to do. Penny drove until she knew to pull in to the parking
front of the bar and strip club on Route 27 and waited.
While she waited, she called Mela. They
had talked every day about this time and she didn't want Mela to worry. They
talked for only a couple of minutes and no details of where she was, were
given. Penny fingered the vial of dragons blood Mela had given her as they spoke.
She tried to call Megan but decided not to leave a message. She'd try again in
a little while.
And shortly after closing her phone
Penny got out of the car, went into the strip club, sat in the booth at the
back of the stage and waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, but she
was sure she had the correct time, place and heart to face this. She was more
than ready this time.
In through the front door came a very
handsome man in his early 40's, graying temples, dark complexion with chiseled
features and a rugged good looking smile. He walked right up to her and seated
himself very close to her and whispered in her ear, I knew that you would come back to me.
Penny recognized the face but it
couldn't be. This surely must be her old landlord's son for he most certainly
looked like Mr. Maravilla, only this man had the most amazing blue eyes. And yes, it was those haunting blue eyes. Just
as the younger man began to whisper into her ear and stir something primal in
her, she felt a hand on her shoulder from the opposite direction. The dizziness ensued and she was once again
swept away from the reality of the moment. She did feel herself walking towards
the door and getting into a dark car. But that was all there was in her memory
until this very moment as the older Rico Maravilla spoke his words of concern.
I have something I must share with you
my dear. What I have to explain will answer all of your concerns.
They were sitting in what looked like
the downstairs of the building that housed her cafe. Only this was furnished with
stunning antique furniture and the styling indicated a bygone era. This was
obviously a home. There were trinkets and furnishings that were not American made but rather from
foreign and exotic locales. There was a comfort in the arrangement of these
trinkets and fabrics and masks on the wall. An ease that only comes with a
polished appreciation of beautiful things.
Oh my goodness she thought, there's the
funny dragon mask there among the others on the wall.
Penny turned to the staircase that lead
upstairs to the sound of screams and muffled cries. She couldn't move but only
reacted to seeing the younger Mr. Maravilla running down the stairs and out of
the house.
Soon the room transformed to a wake
scene. The casket was occupied by a pretty young girl who obviously had had
injuries to her face and looked as though her throat had been slit. Then Penny looked
back towards the stairs and the older Mr. Maravilla and a lovely older woman
were coming down the stairs dressed in black and both were in tears.
When the couple reached the bottom of
the stairs, Mr. Maravilla left his female companion and glided up to
Penny, sat down next to her and told her the very sad and depraved tale of his
family's shame. How Zailo, his son an only child had raped and murdered his own cousin
that was staying with the family. How the shame would be on his family forever.
How his wife had committed suicide because of the disgrace only two days after
the scene that they now viewed and how he, in despair found his son, killed
him, and then himself died only a few months later from grief and shame. This
home, Penny's building, had all of the energy of the good and the bad of his
family. It had never left.
They had built this home after arriving
in America from Spain and named it Slendor House. He just could never let go of
this place, none of his family could and had been here all this long time after
death. Each time he had someone new come into the building to live or do
business, the ghost and spirit of his horrible son had caused the downfall of
said residents or owners. He had such high hopes for Megan and Penny but he
also had fear.
He and his wife had for many lifetimes tried to protect the
beings who lived or worked at Splendor House, but his son's depravity always
found a foothold.
When he realized that his son was coming
to Penny's dreams, his wife's spirit had entered the dragon mask so that when
Penny found it, she would have the insight to ask for help from a bruja like
his wife But it was Mela and her group of friends who garnered his wife's help to
Penny rid herself of the evil one. He also felt that the light was calling he
and his wife home at last because his son had no real sway over anyone in this
plane any longer. Mela and her group of pagan friends had formed a protection
chain around Penny and Megan and Splendor House. Their continued efforts had
weakened his son. And with the happenings of today, his son was now gone,
banished and with that, he too disappeared right in front of Penny's eyes.
She was sitting in the cafe, alone. The
quiet and peace of this moment was physically palatable.
The how is now told, the why is now
answered, Penny had all the pieces to the puzzle and it was time to get in touch with those
wonderful people who had rescued her from her ghost experience. As she reached
into her jacket pocket to retrieve her phone, she felt something else. It was
the dragon mask. The object that had transformed all of this and healed a
family's wounds, and helped to close the door on a very real touch with the
other side. But how had it come back into her pocket?
Mela and the others of the drumming
group, the women who had protected her would be so pleased to know they too had
help from Mrs. Splendora Maravilla, a practioner of the craft, for whom the
building had been named.
It has been my pleasure to share this tale with you. I will be adding this to my new Bell Book and Candle drippings blog by May 1st. All the other tales I have spun will also be on that blog. I hope you will drop by and take a look.
Thank you for reading Splendor House and most especially, thanks to Ms. Magaly and her 4th blogaversary celebration for another opportunity and reason to write. Also don't forget to visit Pagan Culture to sign up for the wonderful giveaways.
It has been my pleasure to share this tale with you. I will be adding this to my new Bell Book and Candle drippings blog by May 1st. All the other tales I have spun will also be on that blog. I hope you will drop by and take a look.
Thank you for reading Splendor House and most especially, thanks to Ms. Magaly and her 4th blogaversary celebration for another opportunity and reason to write. Also don't forget to visit Pagan Culture to sign up for the wonderful giveaways.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Splendor House - Chapter 6 ... The Mask
It had been exactly two weeks to the day
of the attack at Splendor House. All had been quiet in Penny's world and she
hadn't had any more terrible dreams.
Megan had insisted that Penny take the
time off and just chill. Penny had gone to see her doctor and the doctor had
declared her right as rain with the exception of being slightly anemic. And she
had cancelled her appointment with her therapist. She still wasn't ready to go
there and discuss whatever it was that had happened. Because in truth, she
still didn't have a handle on what had happened.
Penny still checked in with
Mela and gave her updates as to her mood and it was nice to have someone to
confide in that didn't think you were crazy. Mela was with Penny and she knew
it. It's not that didn't trust Megan, of course she did, but Penny remembered
how Megan had reacted to the cook's encounter with whatever it was when the
ghost researcher had come to Splendor House. Megan had thought it was all on
the cook, not a possibility. She'd wait to discuss the incident with Megan
until the right time.
Megan had made arrangements for a work
crew to join them in the cleaning out of the upstairs of the building and today
was the day. If they found things to sell they would store them in the basement
until later in the spring. They were hoping that they would score again like
they had with the contents of the basement and have enough money to fix up the
upstairs and rent out at least two of the three apartments. And today was the
day.
The weather had turned cold again after
a couple of weeks of lovely mild weather and so as she prepared to leave her
house for the only the second time in two weeks, Penny slipped on her jacket.
Penny felt the something in her pocket and then remembered the parcel that she
had found in the upstairs and put into her pocket. It had been in that pocket
since that day she had had to call Megan to come and get her at the cafe. Only
now the package seemed heavier than before. She pulled the leather bound
package out and took off the string which almost disintegrated in her hands.
Inside the package was a mask, or at least that is what she thought it was. The
mask was made of bone of some sort, beads, glass and had fiber around the
edges. It looked to be very old and yet it wasn't discolored or unkempt but had
a sense of age to it. There was something playful about it. Penny even giggled
at seeing and touching it. It looked very much like a dragons head or perhaps a
tribal mask. She took out her phone, snapped a picture and put the contents of
the parcel on the entry table. She wanted to show it to Megan and would find a
place for it when she got back home.
And off she drove to the cafe and on to the
dreaded clean up ahead.
But that was no to be.
Penny's car was found outside of a strip
club in the next town about 30 miles away. Megan had been calling the police
and everyone else she could think of when Penny didn't show up at the cafe for
two days.
Megan had gone to Penny's house, looked
through the windows. Penny's cat greeted her with a very hearty welcome and
then disappeared back into the house through the cat door. When Megan didn't
follow the cat inside, the cat came back out complaining and letting her know
that she was hungry. Poor kitty. Megan scooped her up and took her home with
her.
It was only by chance that one of the
regulars of Splendor House, who worked downtown but lived in the neighboring
bedroom community saw Penny's little orange car parked outside the sleazy strip
joint. By the time anyone knew where she had been, she wasn't anywhere to be
found. Megan called the police.
According to the investigating
detective, yes, the bartender remembered a very pretty red headed woman who
had wandered in the club two days ago. She had just sat there alone for about
an hour. Then some really old man joined her and they left about the same time.
But as to where she had gone, he didn't have a clue. But he was sure she had
left with the old guy. And when the bouncer was questioned, he too confirmed
the same story and added that the old guy had a car and driver. The license
plate was from out of state and he was sure that the car was a rental limo.
So on to the limo rental the police had
gone. Nothing much there, the name on the contract turned out to be a dead end
but they had his picture on the surveillance tape. They ran the photo but he
wasn't wanted or on any known terrorist list so, it came to nothing. Just
another girl missing.
Megan and her husband just couldn't sit
by and do nothing after they got the limited information that the police had
given them and decided to follow up at the strip club and the limo rental
themselves. They got nowhere at either place.
Megan also had a feeling that there
might be a clue in Penny's house. The police had already gone in but found
nothing out of the ordinary, but then they didn't know Penny personally. So
Megan and her husband went into Penny's house looking for something, anything
that might lead them to their friend.
On the hall table was a funny looking
mask that Megan had never seen before, very unlike Penny's taste in decor and
next to it was a sliver of paper torn from Jenny's daytimer with the name of
the former owner of their building. Megan hadn't even thought of this man in
all these years. She contacted the police with his name and they told her they
had already investigated that lead but that the man was deceased, had been for
50 years.
The detective did say that they had a
photo of the man that had rented the limo but they had no leads on his
identity. The detective would sent the photo to her phone and she was to call
if she recognized the man.
Megan and her husband were thorough in
their search of the house, nothing was found out of the ordinary. Nothing
except the strange little mask. Megan wondered where it had come from and why
Mr. Rico Maravilla's name was there too.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Splendor House - Chapter 5 .... The history
As Penny closed and locked the door she once
again felt crazy and more than a little out of control. What was happening to
her? How could she feel this way when she knew damn well she had locked the
doors to the cafe after Megan had left for lunch with her family. No way anyone
got in the building. And yet.
Had she taken her clothes off in the
cafe? Had someone been there all along?
She ran a tub of hot water and took off
her clothes, stared hard into her bathroom mirror and saw the bruises on her
hip bones and breasts. She had bite marks on her body. And her body hurt as
though had been thrown around like a rag doll. Her panties were missing. And
she was afraid she had been molested, but how?
She took a long time in the bath trying
to wash away the ugly that she felt.
Then she remembered the name Firth and
the boarding house. Somehow she felt stronger as she dried off, dressed and
made her way to the computer in the living room. Penny spent the next few hours
searching for anything she could find on the name Firth and who that was.
She found two listings for Firth in her
town. The first was a physician and the other the owner of a boarding house and
seamstress shop. Penny found out that a Dr. Firth had been a "ladies"
doctor in the early 20th century and had been run out of town when it was
discovered that he was experimenting on his patients with unnatural substances.
None of the woman made complaints, it was their husbands that had brought the
problem to the attention of the authorities. The women patients seemed to be
sex fiends after their treatments with Dr. Firth. It later came out that he had
been "fiddling" with his patients and whetting their appetites for
more than their husbands were used to giving. The woman also had new appetites that were unlady like and considered obscene.
Many of those woman committed suicide
because of the disgrace brought upon them and their families. But it was
believed that just as many had been murdered by their husbands. The rest had moved
away from the disgusting incident. The whole community had been affected by the
horrors of Dr. Firths debauchery. When the men of the town had gone to the clinic to run the offending physician out of town, they
found nothing of Dr. Firth there. They all assumed he had left town in fear for
his life.
When Penny read the address of the
clinic she didn't want to believe it. The address was that of Splendor House Cafe.
She couldn't call Megan yet. What would
she say? She had to talk to someone though. So she decided to call Mela. She
had also grown up with Megan and Penny, was a good friend and ally.
Mela was at Penny's front door in 10
minutes. The two of them sat at the breakfast room table for the next 3 hours.
Penny just let all of it out and didn't edit a word. She felt the relief of
communicating this hellacious burden with another being. She felt the anger at
having been molested and the fear of it happening again. Her fear of insanity
and second guessing herself. And all she had learned about her building and a
former residents. She shared all this and then was quiet.
All Mela could do was hold Penny's hand
and listen at first. Then she asked questions and pondered how this puzzle fit
together. Mela reminded Penny that there was another group of friends that most
certainly would have an idea of how to look at this situation. Some of the
members of their drumming group were a loosely woven coven of sorts. All
solitary practitioners of the craft but each with a mind and heart to help her
with what seemed to Mela to be a possession of sorts. Penny at first was very
hesitant to have anyone else know that there was anything wrong because of how
it might impact her business and how it might .... And you mean make things better? questioned
Mela.
Again the silence was all they shared.
Mela promised that she would not divulge any of the details but did insist that
these friends could at least help protect Penny from whatever it was that had
abused her. To this Penny agreed instantly. This would need to be achieved by
having access to the cafe so that they might clear the space and add their
protections to the building.
Penny couldn't face going back there
just now but told Mela to get the keys to the cafe from the pocket of her
jacket which was on the hook behind the front door. But just as Mela got up to
retrieve the key, Penny remembered she had left the keys on the counter and got
them herself. Mela told her to hold tight and she would call everyone and set
up a meeting for early in the morning. She would return the keys as soon as she was finished at the cafe and that
Penny should rest. Before she left Mela smudged the house and Penny and sealed the doors against any outside
forces. She also drew a protection rune on Penny's forehead, hugged her and
left around.
Penny couldn't close her eyes to sleep
so she sat and read until the morning light streamed through the window of her
kitchen. She was startled when the phone rang and answered on the first ring.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Splendor House - Chapter 4 ..... The eyes
So Penny met Megan in the cafe around
9:30 am. They had moved up to the apartments and begun the "look
see". They were both overwhelmed with the amount of stuff that they
encountered in the 3 apartments of the upstairs space of the building.
Megan
begged off the process about 1:45 pm to join her husband and kids for a late
lunch at the park. Penny continued poking around the space and getting an idea
of the amount of real work that it would take to get this space into usable
real estate for them.
Even one rental apartment in this area
could easily pay their entire mortgage on the building and since Megan was expecting
another baby and thinking of buying another house and Penny wanted to
redecorate the cafe, they were getting serious about the possibilities of the
upstairs area.
Penny finally got into the back
apartment, number 1 around 3:00 pm and was amazed at the number of boxes, crates,
bins and even some steamer trunks. She had forgotten all about these items. She
wondered out loud even, why she and Megan had never poked around in here or
ever had an interest in opening the crates.
Certainly, like the basement finds, there could be some valuable items to sell
or use.
As a matter of fact, these trunks could be
reused in the cafe in the new Parisian theme she had in mind. And the crates,
oh with some well chosen antique looking items she could complement the exposed
brick walls of the cafes bar area. So with that in mind she started looking for
whatever wonderful items there were to be had.
Penny pushed her way into the farthest corner
and used her handy dandy look alike Swiss army knife to pry open the first
wooden crate that appeared to be the easiest to get to. Nothing really
interesting in the top layer. Penny found an oriental vase and lots of
excelsior, which gave her the willies. Mice liked to snuggle into the straw
looking fluff and Penny wasn't exactly a fan of rodents. The thought of a mouse
running up her arm or leg made her shiver.
She was about to put the lid back on the
crate when she noticed the tip of a parcel wrapped in leather in the bottom of
the musty smelling crate. Upon careful examination, Penny found it was soft leather
and tied up with red string. It was so light that when she picked it up, it
felt as though it would fly. The feel of the parcel was almost exhilarating to
her. There really wasn't enough room to take a good look back here in the
shadows, so she tucked it into her jacket pocket, replaced the lid and made her
way to the front room of the flat.
When she reached the top of the stairs,
she felt slightly dizzy as though she were a little tipsy. It must be that she
was more tired than she thought or maybe it was the dust in the room. But whatever the reason she made a decision, rather
than stay upstairs, she went down into the closed cafe to make herself some
tea. While the tea was brewing, Penny sat down in the booth closest to the back door.
She was shocked back into the present when
she realized it had grown dark outside, and the tea had gone cold. Realizing
that she must have blacked out again, she found her purse behind the counter,
got out her cell phone and called Megan to let her know how awful she was
feeling. After speaking to her friend she sat back
down. And the next thing she remembered was Megan touching
the back of her neck and waking her. She also realized that she wasn't as she
had been when she sat down. Her shirt was unbuttoned as were her jeans and she
had that ache in her nether region as though she had had sex and had a vision
of those eyes again.
When Megan dropped Penny off at her
house around 6:00 pm, they exchanged hugs but no more details of the upstairs or the aftermath downstairs. Penny chose not to worry her friend until she could get things straight in her mind. Penny thanked Megan's husband
for driving her car home. They all agreed that there would be no more solo
excavation of the upstairs and made their plan to clean out the upstairs of
their building in a week or so. They also agreed that Penny needed to keep her
appointments with the doctor and therapist in the week to come because Megan was very concerned about the way Jenny looked.
After promising that she would do so, Penny went into her house and locked the door securely behind her.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Splendor House - Chapter 3 .....The ghost
Their building, that always had a
strange sound to it.
Splendor House was the name recessed in the concrete
plague that was part of the keystone brickwork over the entry door. The girls had
never even contemplated another name for their cafe. It just seemed to fit the
whole lovely old space. They jumped into making it theirs. After some digging
about in old directories at the city offices and the library as to the name,
they found that Splendor House had in fact, had many other incarnations. At
first, as a home to a well to do family in the mid 19th century. Then it had
been a mercantile store, a doctor's office, a boarding house and then the man
from whom they rented had used the whole building as a warehouse for his import
export business.
Megan and Penny felt like it was meant
to be. Downtown was on the rise again and they loved the area. Sure it was a
little off the beaten track but they were enthusiastic and knew the area having
grown up not far from here. They had always loved to cook, entertain and
yearned for a way to put their degrees in marketing and interior design to
work. A chic, happening cafe seemed to both of them to fit the bill. And so
Splendor House Cafe had been born.
When the owner of the building had come
to them 10 years ago and asked if they would like to buy the building, the two
were thrilled. Especially since he was willing to sell it so far under market
value. They had asked him if he wanted any of the things stored in the loft
area or in the basement but he had declined saying he really didn't have the
time or the inclination to sift through old memories. He had been an importer
of goods from all over the world and had lost interest in this building long
ago.
So the girls had scoured the basement
for any and all valuable items and made enough from the sale of the antique furniture
and found treasures to keep them solvent through the next year or so. By then
the cafe had hit its stride as one of the downtown hot spots for breakfast and
lunch.
They had tried to do dinner dining once
a week and called it Date Night at Splendor House, but after months of having
to eat the special of the night for days on end, they gave up their idea of
dinner at the cafe. It was difficult to get customers for dinner when most went
back into the suburbs after work. But the steady morning and noon trade had afforded
them a good living and a regular customer base that made Spendor House a
intricate part of the downtown scene.
Just as well that the dinner thing
hadn't worked out. Neither of the girls really liked the feeling of the old
building after dark. They attributed that to being country girls and not savvy
in the way of the people that wandered downtown after dark. But the others who
worked for them let them know it wasn't outside of the building that was the
problem but inside the building. They had even had wait staff quit because they
said they saw ghosts on the stairs to the basement and in the kitchen area. Customers
remarked about sightings in the hallway outside the bathrooms. One of their
favorite cooks had had a so called encounter with a ghost and even needed some
medical attention. Megan shared that she thought the cook had been at the
cooking sherry and that is how he had gotten injured. Neither of them had ever
felt anything during the day and personally brushed it off to urban legends.
But because of the gossip and at the
urging of staff and friends, they had invited a Ghost Hunter to come into the
building to do an investigation into the paranormal activities. They mostly did
that for the publicity although his report was a little unsettling. He said
there were several cold spots near the staircase and that he wasn't even going
to go any further than the open area in the upstairs because he just didn't
feel like he could handle it. The poor man left with a glazed look on his face.
Word of the investigation's findings got
them on the haunted tour of the downtown area and increased their business
tremendously. So, for the two, it was a win-win situation. Somewhere inside
Penny's heart she knew she should have acted upon the Ghost Hunters findings but
she also felt incapable of doing so. Many of the girls friends insisted on
doing more about the haunting but neither of the girls would.
Besides, after the investigator left,
the sightings seemed to subside. The only other comments were made by the owner
of the building just to the rear of their property. He asked why they always
had the light on all night in the upstairs of the building. He thought maybe
they had left it on and wanted to let them know because of the added cost they
might incur from forgetting to turn off the light. They had thanked him, check
the lights every night before leaving and he still insisted that the lights
were on but it was their problem not his.
The most Penny ever did about the
"ghost" problems was to buy an evil eye charm at a shop down the
street and put it up at the entrance to Splendor House Cafe. She was not
committed to all that witchy stuff that some of the others in her Tuesday drumming
group ascribed to. She laughed a little when she thought of what they might
want to do if she had asked them for help with the ghost situation.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Splendor House ... Chapter Two ... the Cafe
This posting is suited for mature audiences only. It may contain a story line that could make you uncomfortable. I hope that won't dissuade you from continuing but if you are faint of heart, or lean toward the prudish, then please do not proceed.
Chapter 2
Penny slowly opened her eyes, almost
afraid to look around the room. This was the 4th time this week she had dreamed
about these wild sexual, disjointed and disturbing things. And she was ever so
glad to realize that she was still in her own safe little suburban house,
alone. Each time the dreams became more real, more vivid, more intense and more
depraved.
She might have been able to shirk off
the last three, but she had a name and location now and after work today she
would investigate and see what she could find out about this Dr. Firth and an
urban brownstone boarding house. She hoped there would be a link to something
and that she could do something to make these dreams depart.
Penny had never been what you would call
afraid of sexual play but these dreams didn't have the playful, stuck on a
deserted island with Johnny Depp or swept off her feet by Channing Tatum kind
of feel. This was down and dirty, almost hurtful and hate filled sex. She never
saw a face only the intense deep blue eyes of whoever or whatever she was
having sex with. And she had never been involved with that kind of sex or for
that matter had any interest in what, she felt was raw, brutal sex. This was
unsettling and seemed more real that the sunlight that came into her kitchen
window as she stood at the sink and rehashed last night's dream of debauchery
in her mind. And what came to mind was those eyes. Not really human looking but
not any other beast she had ever seen in real life. She shivered.
She was sure she needed to make a
doctor's appointment and perhaps call her former therapist and see if she could
make an appointment with her as well. There had to be some organic or some latent
memory that was making her feel this way and dream of things she didn't have a
clue about. And she must sit down at her computer and look into Dr. Firth
whoever that was or if it was a real person. But for now Penny pushed these
thoughts to the back of her mind, she had to get ready for another typical day
at the cafe.
She and her best friend from college had
opened a small but elegant cafe in the downtown area of their hometown after
graduation. Gosh that seemed like ages ago. Well, you could say that 12 years
was ages. In that time Penny had lost one religion, found a spiritual path, gotten
married, divorced, moved 5 times, gotten a cat, lost her parents, and moved to
the suburbs to distance herself from work. Yes, 12 years could be called ages.
She and Megan, her business partner and
best friend had lived above the cafe briefly when they first opened the cafe
but both had found partners of sorts and moved out leaving the space just as
they had found it...a mess. Old crates that had never been unpacked from the
former owner of the space were still stacked in the back room of the upstairs
apartment number 3. The brick walls and original wood plank floor showed signs
of the 150 year old history that it held. It was a crappy looking place now but
when they had lived there, it had been at least in their minds, truly shabby
and chic. Both she and Megan had thought about renting out the spaces after
awhile but they had so much personal junk and stuff stored in number 3 that
neither of them put the thought into action. Besides, they were also using
numbers 1 & 2 for the storage of dry goods from the cafe, and the items
left by the owner. Thought had never come to action.
But today, the cafe was closed as it was
every Monday and Penny and Megan had
agreed that today was the dreaded start to clean out the mess day. Neither of
them were "all in" on this task but they needed to address this mess
sooner not later.
After all, it was their building and
they could and should take advantage of this opportunity.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Splendor House.......the dream
This posting is suited for mature audiences only. It
may contain a story line that could make you uncomfortable. I hope that won't
dissuade you from continuing but if you are faint of heart, or lean toward the
prudish, then please do not proceed.
Chapter 1
There was a mass of cups, plates, glasses, cigarette butts and
beer bottles everywhere you looked in the crowded parlor of the old Victorian
style parlor of the boarding house run by Ms. Eleanor Firth. Too many worn out
overstuffed chairs, dying houseplants and many too many stains and burns were
the result of the neglect on a daily basis in this run down brownstone, and
last night's blow out multiplied the wear and tear by 300%.
Penny Robel woke to the sunlight
streaming into her 2nd floor flat and sat up slowly. Had last night really
happened?. For that matter what exactly had she brought into her bedroom this
time? By the look of her room, she knew the answer. She had lapsed into another
one of her drunken sex driven dives into the very core of her insatiable lust.
She felt his ultra hairy leg before she even turned to look at what or who was
still in her bed.
She peeled herself from the soiled
sheets and slipped her feet out onto the cold wooden floor, made her way to the
bathroom trying not to wake whatever his name was.
As she closed the squeaky door and heard
the latch shut she felt the same rush of disgust and fear flow through her body
and down her legs. "What the hell had she done this time?" And what
would be the payment for this little burst of sexual playtime. Last time she
had awakened like this with a stranger, it took 31 stitches and a lot of
explaining to Ms. Firth about the shambles that were left in Penny's room.
She wasn't just a sex junkie, she was a
blackout drunk and the combination of those two things usually left a mark and
another mea culpa if not payment for damages. Missionary position moan and
groan sex with the obligatory sigh were not her forte. She was a freak and a
mean ass drunk. She loved sex and the rougher the better.
She had to pay for medical bills for the
last guy she "lured" home. They had enjoyed each other with three
stops on the way home before they hit the front door to the brownstone. He
hadn't expected for her to bite quite as hard or as viciously as she did. But
what he really hadn't expected was that she would not only throw out his back,
but almost wrench his hips out of the socket. And for that little romp, she was
still making payment to the doctor.
And now there was the matter of whoever
he was in her bed in the next room. She wondered what had transpired the night
before. Her pounding head gave her no idea. Her still aching crotch did however.
She took a shower, put on her bathrobe
and returned to the scene of the crime.
To her amazement, she was alone. Some of
the overturned furniture was right side up and there was a hand written note on
her dresser.
She picked up the paper and in terrible
handwriting it read, "oh my gawd, you are amazing. As soon as I recover,
I'll call you."
That was it. No name. She hadn't looked
at his face. She had not a clue who had been in her bed last night. She only
knew he had obviously enjoyed himself.
And like so many times before, she set
herself straight to cleaning up the mess she had made, got dressed, and went
downstairs for breakfast or whatever meal the rest of the boarding house was
partaking in. She heard the dishes rattling and smelled something good to eat
wafting up the staircase as she descended.
Just as she came to the main floor
landing, she was met with the sight of the mess that sprawled out before her in
the parlor and then Penny woke up. Only this time she wasn't where she had
awakened in her dream.
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