To My Faithful Readers,
As many of you know, I became a dad this year to two
beautiful little girls.
As a result, the sequel to “Hath No Fury:” “Moments of Rhythm
and Magic” will be delayed a little further into 2015.
To carry you until then here is another VERY rough excerpt
from “Moments of Rhythm and Magic”:
DRAFT----
Even
before going to the house he shared with his Grandmother, he stopped by Amy's
house. He was pretty certain that the
Sellers family had moved when he tried calling Amy from Christie's house all
those months ago. Still, he had to
try. He found it dark and empty. An aging "Century 21" sign stood
outside.
"Sorry
man," Danny said.
"It's
ok," Mark said. Although he didn't
feel ok. He felt an incredible need to
be in his old home.
As he
walked over he glanced at the old meeting place he and Amy had, the little
hollow in the bushes. It was where they
had met countless times before their adventures. He had
expected to see it overgrown, or worse, to see the bushes around it
dying. What he did see surprised
him. In the hollow now grew a bush with
peach colored roses. They were
breathtakingly beautiful as they bloomed in the spring warmth.
He loves you.
Mark had
to work hard to hold back the flood of feelings that threatened to overwhelm
him. Determined to find something...some
peace. He soldiered on to his own house,
Danny in tow.
He found
his grandmother’s house to be empty and
boarded up. Some of the exterior looked
"blackened." It appeared as
though someone wanted to burn it, but either didn't know how, or was afraid to
get close enough to do it properly.
Graffiti had already begun to show up in spray-painted words of “all of them witches!” Mark wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t think these deeds were done by child pranksters, not in
this neighborhood, but by someone older, who should know better.
Danny had
offered to help him break in, but Mark still surprisingly had his key, which
worked the door lock and deadbolt.
Mark
reflexively called for Natasha, who, of course, didn’t come. The hint of
incense still permeated the air, and for an instant, Mark found it
comforting. Warm memories of his
grandmother and rituals filled his mind.
For an instant, he felt at home. It felt good, but somehow empty.
As they
walked through the entry way they found the incense smell was was mixed with a
musty smell and something really foul and rancid underneath.
The
police in Kingston weren't the fastest operating, and this place was still a
crime scene five months later. It would
not have given Mark comfort to know that his grandmother had already been dead
before the grizzly events of that Halloween evening had occurred. His
grandmother's body had been removed, but because it was still and active crime
scene it had not been cleaned up yet.
Danny
walked into the living room first, and, before Mark had a chance to see the
room Danny threw him back.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Mark yelled,
genuine surprise and anger in his voice.
“Mark, man, you don’t want to go in there?” Danny said holding Mark in something of a
bear hug.
“Yes I do!” Mark protested.
“No man,” Danny insisted. “...you don’t!”
---See you in 2015
