The light of his life

He took in the scene for a moment. He never wanted to forget it. The cool freshness of it in his mind. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to commit every detail to memory. The way she looked. How she smelled. How she felt and tasted on this, the most special night of his life. The aura of beauty drifted over and around her like mist. She was a fine wine. An angel. Perfect in every way shape and form. Her curves filled him with a desire that he didn’t even know he was capable of. He was mad with the very essence of her being. He never wanted to leave her side.
“And, that should do it, Mr. Coleman.”
He tore himself away from her for a moment, looking from the window to the middle aged man across the table from him. “Um….thank you.”
“Enjoy it. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” The man stood and shook Steve Coleman’s hand, then handed him the keys to his new car.
“Oh, I will.” Steve Coleman’s smile was wider than it ever had been. He felt the salesman’s hand pat his back as he turned to go, but he didn’t look back. Papers in hand, he made his way to the door with an absent thank you tossed behind him like an afterthought.
He wanted to run to her, but he walked briskly instead. He wanted to make this moment last.
He opened the door and got behind the wheel, closing the door gently behind himself. He drew in a breath and inserted the key in the ignition.
The car roared to life and he felt complete.

Courtesy

People walked through the terminal with a strange pace, Clara thought. They were not running, yet they had a sense of urgency that was frightfully apparent. They reminded her of ants. They moved with purpose and limited vision. She hoped she didn’t look like them. She wanted nothing to do with them. Nothing at all.


She re-read the line she left off on in her book.

“"I sat by the ships, a useless burden, though there are better in Assembly- so may this strife of men and gods be done with."

Clara frowned and thought about the line. Something in her heart sank. Her lip quivered slightly and she glanced up and through the window as a 747 rose off the strip and into the air.

“Clara Ponty. Clara Ponty. White courtesy telephone, please.”

Clara looked around and bent the corner of her books page down, closing it for later. She stood and brushed her hand over her leg to smooth her skirt before moving. She strolled out into the aisle and glanced around for the phone. Spotting it, she moved towards it with grace and calm. She lifted it from the cradle and listened as the operator rang through.

“This is Clara Ponty. I had a call?”

“Yes, one moment please.” The operator was human, but sounded like a robot. Ants, Clara thought.

Clara looked around as two large officers moved towards her. She didn't panic. She heard a voice on the line.

“Clara?

“Scott?” Clara frowned. How had he known she was here?

“Hey, Baby. Long time no see.” His voice was bitter.

The two security officers grew closer.

“What the fuck do you want, Scott?”

“Have your bags been in your possession the whole time?” 

She could hear the grin on that stupid face of his. She ground her teeth and gripped the phone tighter. “What?” She watched as the guards laid their hands on their guns, moving closer to her still.

“Has anyone else been in possession of your bag, Clara?”

A chill ran over her. “”Scott?” She felt her knees go weak.

“Checkmate.” The phone went dead.

“Hello Ms. Ponty? Will you come with us please?” The security officer’s voice was as sweet as honey, but his eyes were serious and blank. His partner stood to her side with his hand on his gun.

Clara dropped her book to the ground.

THE BOOGIEMAN: The REAL Ending

The house was a mess, but that wasn’t what came to mind at first glance. There were other things that were far more noticeable.

Like the fact that there was blood everywhere. Blood on the floor, the walls – hell, there was even blood on the ceiling. Bits of gore clung to the curtains in the living room and more covered the walls of the kitchen.

A priest clutching a cross lay dead on the floor. He had three knives, two forks and a cleaver stuck in his back. That brought the body count up to three if you counted the two old folks in the barn – one strangled with a hose and the other pinned by his neck about thirteen feet in the air with a pitchfork.

Sheriff Cooper shoved his hat back on his head and narrowed his eyes. “So, you’re telling me that this was all done by…a ghost?”

“Evil spirit, really. Of my mothers dead lovers.” The dark haired woman sat next to her brother and husband – evidently the last survivors of this attack of evil.

The Sheriff looked over at the two deputies and noted that they were still resting their hands on the butt ends of their guns, then retuned his gaze back to the trio. “So, this ex-lover was killed by your brother?”

“When I was nine.” The blonde man in overalls nodded.

“Riiiight.” Cooper nodded in return. “And, his spirit went into a mirror?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true, Sir. My wife and her brother were tormented as children, he was tied up by their mother’s lover, my wife cut him free, then her brother used the knife to kill the lover.” He held out his hand. “We went to her old house and that’s when she saw the evil spirit in the mirror. She broke it, I brought it back here, and he came back to life when I pieced the shards back together.” Concern crossed his face.

“And, his spirit was banished when we dropped the mirror into the well.”
Cooper narrowed his eyes. “Where it exploded?”

“Yes, Sir.” The woman stared with teary eyes.

Sheriff Cooper adjusted his hat again. “Ok…let’s get back to Father Mark.” He pointed to the priest on the floor. “The evil spirit did this?”

“Yes, Sir. After Father Mark tried to release it with the cross.”

“And, the evil spirit shoved all those into him?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I see.” He pursed his lips. “And your ma’ and pa’ in the barn?”

“The spirit did that, too.” The woman started to stand, but Cooper waved her down and she slumped back into her seat. The two deputies slowly slide their half drawn guns back down into their holsters.

“Now, that we dropped the mirror into the well, the evil spirit is gone.” The brother smiled wide. “We’re free of him, see?”

“Sure, son. I see.” Sheriff Cooper smiled and nodded to his deputies. They moved forward and handcuffed the two men as Cooper himself handcuffed the woman.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?”


The true ending of the movie THE BOOGIEMAN if it were a real event. In the movie, many people were killed, they get rid of a evil spirit, but I thought, “What about all the dead people? How the HELL did they explain them all away?” Just thought it was funny that they had NO problem dealing with the fact that there were bodies all over the farm they lived on! ☺

Read'N'Dash Fiction: Curry

The smell of Indian spices filled the air and the bright lights aimed at key spots on the walls provided a soft glow that was pleasing on the eyes. . The chill of the outside was held back by the massive grills and the flames they gave off. Chefs cooked, the wait staff brought dishes out quickly and efficiently,  and the customers chatted and ate away at their meals.

The restaurant was packed. Tables were tight and the self-services area staged clashes between those waiting for chai tea and those trying to get utensils and glasses.

The tall, thin, dirty-blonde returned to her table with two cups of chai in hand. “Place was packed over there.” She wore yoga pants with a large sweater over them. A colorful scarf rested around her shoulders.

Her companion glanced over her shoulder, took the proffered cup of chai. “Thanks for braving the crowd.” She smiled and smelled the cup.

“Sure.” The woman sat and sipped her chai. She blurted out, “Thomas – he has real issues with this, of course - strong, assured women.”

Jessica had to think for a moment, then remembered the conversation that took place before she had left to go get the chai. Stephanie nodded and said, “Oh, the game, right?”

“Yes indeed -the game.” She smiled wide. “He had major issues with the game. He had to Lord over us – claiming that he was the best player and the most skilled.” She rolled her eyes. “Real issues there.”

Stephanie nodded. “Seems so?”

Jessica tapped the table with her forefinger. “He has problems with strong women. He can’t handle having a powerful woman in his life.”

“A lot of men can’t.” Stephanie tore off a hunk of naan and dipped it into her sauce. She paused. “Did he say that to you? That he had these issues?” She popped the bread into her mouth.

“Of course not. No, see, this happened when we went out the other night. I told him that he needed to turn off his iPhone. He was checking it and I didn’t want to carry on the conversation without him being present.” She sipped. “I said that he needed to turn off the phone.”

“Did he?”

“After a minute – yeah.” She laughed. “But, he made a stink over it. Said that it was something about work and people needed him or something.” She snickered. “But, he just had an issue with me telling him he needed to do it. Real woman issues.” She shook her head and picked at her food.

“Still seeing him?” Stephanie slid another bit of naan through the sauce on her plate and slipped it into her mouth - savoring the flavors. 

“Tomorrow.” She sipped. “We’re supposed to go out.”

“Well, that’s something.” Stephanie dragged another bit of naan over her plate.

“See, it all stems from his family.” Jessica leaned back in her chair. “He was an only child, right? His family was one of these “lovey dovey” families where the dad was making cakes and things and he put so much love into it that Thomas thought the world was like that. The whole family went around LOVING each other all the time. He thought that everyone he met was going to be as loving and nurturing.” She giggled. “Like some lamb?”

“No thanks.” Stephanie smiled. 

Jessica didn’t miss a beat. “So, here I am and he freaks out. He can’t handle a woman with power. Someone who’s not going to just sit and look pretty for him.” Unconsciously, she ran a hand over her face. She felt the wrinkles on the over tanned and rough skin there and her hand fell to her cup. Somewhat oily, her hair dropped over one eye and she brushed it back behind her ear.

The man at the table next to them smiled to the girl across from him and asked if she would like more chai. She asked for water and he excused himself and took his cup over to the chai container.

Jessica glanced around the room, then looked back to Stephanie – searching for something to say. She was somewhat frantic, feeling that the space left by the lack of words was going to swallow her up. Shove her back into some dark place.

“How was the party other than the game incident?” Stephanie blinked and waited.

Jessica smiled. “Fine, really. I mean, Thomas was Lording, like I said. But, other than that, things were fine, I guess. I mean…” She frowned.

Stephanie raised her eyebrows. “What?”

Jessica looked into Stephanie’s face – searching. Something flashed in her head.
Thomas wasn’t going to call her on that iPhone of his. She was sure of it. The party, the last words, and the promised call tossed away like some used tissue. It dawned on her out of nowhere. She felt defeated. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she looked at Stephanie.

“You ok?”

Jessica smiled. “You know what?” She slapped the table lightly. “I’m not calling him back. Not going out with Thomas again. He can keep his issues and his phone.”

“Oh?” Stephanie cocked her head to the side.

“No. He if has a problem with me being a strong, confident woman, then to hell with him. I mean, who needs that, right?” She laughed. “Not me. I’m not going to stop being who I am, am I?”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to. “ She glanced at the man returning with the chai and water, then looked back into Jessica’s bright eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t need that in my life.” She managed a smile. “Wanna go?”