#Throwback Thursday~#Out of Time… #MysteryThriller

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Excerpt from Out of Time…

Kate sat at the table in the Vestry with her head in her hands. She couldn’t believe Jack had found her again, in spite of all the Snowman’s security. She kept seeing the ivory roses, blood dripping from the petals, laid on the altar like an offering. Only Jack could have thought of something that macabre.

The blood reminded her of what had happened to her beloved Dylan, her silver tabby. Jack had ripped him apart in her kitchen, strewing blood and fur all over the floor for her to find. At least this time, she wouldn’t have to clean up the mess.

Why had Michael gone outside?

She knew he was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that their relationship was over. After all this time it must have been a bitter pill to swallow. But going against David Snow’s specific orders was foolish and irresponsible. Maybe his depression had grown bad enough to warrant taking such a risk. Or had he wanted to die?

The voice disapproved. ‘I did ask you to try and be kind to him, Kate. Even though you couldn’t love him, you, of all people, should have treated him better than that…’

It was true; she could remember feeling that bad. Jack had that effect on most people. Just knowing he was out there somewhere had made her suicidal in the past, and the feeling wasn’t too far away at the moment.

The Snowman should have let her see Michael, her imagination couldn’t be worse than the real thing. Right then, it didn’t seem real, and she kept expecting to see him come through the door at any minute. She wished with all her heart that she had run away the first time she suspected Jack was back on the scene. Michael’s sudden reappearance had reawakened all her old desires and dreams, rendering her incapable of thinking straight.

Fate was too cruel. Why had it conspired to bring Jack back into her life at that particular time? If he hadn’t arrived when he did, her brother would not have died and the chain of destruction would have broken.

She wanted to run away but suspected there was no point. Jack would find her wherever she went. The knowledge sunk in that none of them were safe anymore, if they ever were. What would it take to be rid of Jack for good?

Kate heard the door open but realised the noise had come from the wrong side of the room. As she raised her head to investigate, a damp, sweet-smelling cloth covered her face. She struggled against it, but he was too strong.

The room went dark and then faded away…

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What do you see # 31 -25 May 2020

Image credit- Pixabay- ArtTower

(For visually challenged reader, the image shows a road leading towards a dwelling in the forest. It is hidden in fog and surrounded by tall trees. A light is shining brightly out of the window of the house)

A finger of yellow light shines through the fog

This means life, hidden behind the tall trees

Am I trespassing?

My nosiness answered by a shotgun blast

Lifting the hair on my head

I ran, as if I had sprouted wings on my feet.

Believing myself far enough from danger

I lent against a tall tree,

Letting my body slide to the ground

My breath slowing,

my heart beating in time with fear

I remembered seeing a small cabin through the fog

Why did they shoot at me?

Had it been a warning, or did they take aim?

They could have just asked me to leave

Had they lost the art of communication?

Rested now, I decided to take the long way around

Avoiding any further confrontation.

This was not to be

The yellow light shone in my face

Blinding me to who may be holding it

I felt the sharp end of a needle enter my neck

Then blackness.

On waking, I found myself in my own bed

I had no recollection of the two days that had passed.

Remembering the sting of the needle

Placed my hand where the needle had pierced.

I found a small raised bump

Now I realised the stories about the cabin to be true

I had been taken…

©anita dawes 2020

Why I am reposting Broken… #Poetry

 

 

Broken coloured shards of light

inside a kaleidoscope

caught inside a tumble dryer

that’s how my life feels.

Broken, trapped inside a bubble

waiting for someone to burst it

let the pieces out, try to put them back together.

How can one life be so fractured, splintered?

How can I have wasted so much time

on a fool with no eyes to see?

Was he blinded by the shards of light

from an ancient woodland?

Did the light remove part of his

knowing, his ability to love?

Can my love remove the blind?

I am reposting Anita’s lovely poem today because I am broken.

Somehow, I have become a virus victim. I don’t think it is THE  virus… but today all bets are off!

my temperature keeps soaring, but not having trouble breathing, so not really sure of anything yet. I do feel a little better today, so maybe it is on the way out!

Thinking of you all,

Jaye

 

 

 

#Writephoto ~ Otherwordly #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Otherworldly #writephoto

 

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Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an opening between boulders, through which a rocky plateau can be seen, half hidden by mist.

Speak of Us

Green grey boulders

Washed together by an ancient ice melt

A great place to sit and meditate

Through the small window to the world outside

Mist rolling in towards me

What hides behind, teasing my mind?

Do I step from the safety of the solid walls?

To venture, to answer the voice calling

Are the words only in mind?

We need your help.

I hear the beating of wings as the mist clears

I see her, the black dog standing beside her

Come no further, lest you be lost

To a land long forgotten

Angels, heroes, long fallen into dust

They speak of us no longer

We are fading as the mist

Where so few feel us linger

Waiting to be remembered

Do you recognise the black dog?

Do you know who he once walked beside?

We ask that you speak of us

Tell them we live in the mist

If one would give voice, we can be called back…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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Another Chance to read Ancient Evil…

 

This was our first contribution for Diana Wallace Peach monthly word prompt Challenge! Such an awe-inspiring image…

Image by Stephan Keller

Ancient Evil…

The frozen face of a still white moon

Hung against the starless sky

Remembering Zolon crouched below

His hand clenched on ancient evil

Where men were swallowed

Bones crushed by ice white teeth…

                      ©anitadawes 2020