Chapter 25: Captivated
Thomas was driving to the city for a meeting with fellow principals. However, he had another meeting which was of more importance to him. He had arranged to meet Kathleen at a riverside restaurant, near her home. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in Teresa anymore but, a few days ago, he had called into the bookshop with an unexpected request.
“Teresa, I know that I have arranged to go out with you next week,” said Thomas, “but I was wondering if you would mind postponing it for the time being? I have some unfinished business to attend to in the city.” Continue reading “Together: Unfinished Business”
Chapter 20: Bookshop
Amira was a frequent visitor of the quaint Waldmeer bookshop. She would scan the shelves to see what people were writing and reading and then sit on the old, upholstered chair in the corner with anything that interested her. As she rarely bought any of the books, she tried to think of another way to repay the owner, Teresa, who had recently taken over the shop.
Teresa was originally a local of Waldmeer but she had been living in the city for many years. She left Waldmeer when she married a wealthy businessman. Amira thought that money and Teresa were not an obvious match. Although Teresa had a wardrobe full of what she called her rich-clothes, she preferred to wear the ones she got from the op-shop. And even though she was now forty, she wore her long, brown hair in two plaits tied with strips of leather. The vintage clothes and the long braids made her look like a bohemian which she probably was. Continue reading “Together: Beginnings and Endings”
Although unpleasant, nightmares can help us if we know how to use them to our advantage. Next time you have a nightmare, bad dream or restless sleep, follow these steps. Continue reading “Nightmares and Dreams”
Chapter 18: Laughing at a Funeral
“Guess what, Amira,” said Gabriel excitedly on the phone.
“I don’t know. It sounds good,” said Amira enjoying Gabriel’s happiness.
“Come on,” urged Gabriel. “You’re a healer. You’re supposed to be psychic.”
“Only sometimes.” Amira smiled. She had no idea what his good news was but not wanting to spoil his fun she ventured, “Hmm, my powers are telling me that…,” she paused waiting for a suitable idea to pop into her mind. “You sold your painting for a small fortune.”
“Nope. Guess again.” Continue reading “Together: Unforeseen Circumstances”
I am all alone.
Who will love me? Who will care?
All my efforts have come to naught.
Abandoned, forgotten, friendless.
Yet, all along, my friend, he walks.
He talks to me in tender ways.
He tells me that I have missed
the love that is especially mine.
I did not see the little smiles.
I did not hear the morning’s call.
I did not know life held me close.
My mind was lost in sorry thoughts.
In love’s kind way, we should not think
of what we want to grab and guard.
We share our light unashamed.
We reach and kiss an aching world.
I was mistaken to believe
I was so godforsaken.
How could I be when all the lovely things
have made their home in me?
From Strange Words