Thursday, May 31, 2012

Wonderful News

Congratulations Shelby.................wonderful news..............and what an accomplishment!

A trip to London during the Summer Olympics awarded by Samsung for having sold the most Samsung phones (in Canada). Wow Shelby; what a job and well deserved. Enjoy; soon it will be in the past (a blink) but what wonderful memories you will have!

I can see by the picture that you shed a few tears (of shock and joy) and I can imagine how it must have felt. Wish I could have been there to share it with you. Way to go my 'Special Little Woman'!!!

Shelby shared just a few pictures of her time in London. It would have been so nice to be able to go with you and share this all. I hope you both had a wonderful time. We had to settle for watching things on the tube over here while you were gallivanting about to all those important meetings and such that I know you enjoyed so much (he he).....and I might add, while Brodie got to go to Olympic events (now how fair was that when you were the award recipient).......ok enuff sarcasm........I am delighted for you both and so happy that you got this wonderful opportunity.

CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN SHELBY A JOB WELL DONE!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Things That Do Not Go Thump in the Night

The moon shone full sphere, lighting the yard and doing a better job than a spot light would. But it was more than just the moon..............Nothing out here could go un-noticed and that's a fact. Charlie, as quietly as he could meander his dog-body across the front lawn, could not go undetected because he would be seen clearly by any passerby, from as far away as the road. He would create one of those long tall shadows that would slink across the yard and seem to be an extension of its owner. Crusty would not escape the watchful eyes of anyone inside the house choosing to look out the window in search of the cat. No creature would be able to move in this yard and remain unnoticed. It was that light...........but there IT was..............appearing as if by spell.
As dark inside as it was light out, they sat; their eyes were all as big as saucers and pinned to the front door.
There wasn't a hint of movement from one single person.
They were all frozen in position and in the moment.
Even though together in the room, each one was alone with their very own private thoughts.
They watched two wee shiny circles (eyes?) slowly move across the small window beside the door.
Footsteps moved deliberately back and forth, back and forth, on the proch in front of the door, each time crossing the squeaking loose board as they passed.
Quiet breathing could be discerned from inside but that was barely audible.
Every tick of the otherwise overlooked clock could be heard..........and sounded like a drum amidst the silence of this midnight room.
The door knob turned ever so slowly........the door knob was not locked.........the door did not move inward.........the deadbolt was engaged. Everyone held their breath........sweating..........waiting.
It was becoming hard for them to breathe..........how long would it be before they would hear the clunk of the deadbolt being turned back inside the door frame?
Jake, at long last finding his body and brain and joining the two, as quietly as possible, rose and tiptoed over to the closet where he found and secured the bat they all played ball with. Deliberately he placed himself beside the door with the bat raised high above his head.......He waited. All eyes were now turned on Jake.
Back and forth, back and forth on the porch in front of the door; footsteps again crossing the squeaking loose board.......
Jake poised near the door; bat held in position; still waited........with everyone as they heard the sound of a key being pushed into the lock.
As quickly as an eye could blink there was a flash of light as the front door swung open.........the bat..........in Jakes hands.......was snatched in mid swing.

WWU Writing Prompt May 05, 2012

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Terror in the Moonlight

I cower in the moonlight streaming through my window, listening; hearing as background, the music coming from the horror movie I was watching on my little TV.
In the hallway; one sound follows the other; heavy, uneven rhythm, thump, kathump, thump, kathump; seeming to keep time to the beat of the music on TV; pausing then passing over the part of the floor that creaks; growing ever closer as each moonbeam fades from my bedroom window. The sound comes from something heavy; it may carry the weight of a thousand windstorms; prominent are the stains from the many salty teardrops of its victims; laces worn from being tied and untied, in places themselves tied in repair.
Unwelcome sounds; sending distress waves to my every fibre; awaiting the arrival of misfortune at my door; knob slowly turning; staring I wait, shaking from head to toe; dread anticipates entry of horrific injury; I am frozen, unable to utter a sound or move a muscle, knowing nothing short of death will enter through that doorway; the music rises in crescendo.
Silence; sound stops; begins once more; heavy, uneven rhythm, thump, kathump, thump, kathump; pausing and passing the same place in the floor that creaks. They carry the weight of one more trip but are no worse for wear from the windstorms they did not pass.
Retreating; distress slowly subsides; misfortune it seems will not call today. Dread slowly turns to thankful pause as sounds diminish; slowly move towards the front door opening then closing; gone with the music.
I open my eyes - not sure where I am for a moment - shudder as I wonder if I dreamed or.............

WWU Writing Prompt December 04, 2010