Who can resist Maxine and her sassy logic! haha
Who can resist Maxine and her sassy logic! haha
“Thank god! He’s been sighted. No sign of Cassy though. It’s a definitely him,” he told Craig and Maggy.
They listened to his side of the conversation surmising everything was in order and in place. Maggy sent up a silent prayer it stayed that way and Cassy remained unharmed.
“I have a helicopter waiting at the airport. We need to move now! Our ride will be waiting for us.”
“Grab a light bag, Maggy, and be quick, we have the upper hand at the moment, he doesn’t know we’re onto him.”
Maggy was flying up the stairs and throwing outfits into an overnight back before Max had finished. “Oh god, oh god, oh god! Please be ok, Cassy, please! No heroics, just hang in there, the cavalry is on the way!”
She raced headlong down the steps and ran smack into Craig,”Hey, slow down Maggy. She’s safe. They are under surveillance, everything is ok. Hurting yourself won’t help.”
“I know, I know. I keep telling myself that, but I can’t seem to get my body to agree with my brain. It keeps wanting to rush.”
“Take a deep breath. You got what you need?” at her not he added, “Ok, then we’re out of here.” Wrapping his arms around her he ushered her out the door, locking it behind him, tossing the keys to Max.
“We’re on our way. We’ll be at the airport in 15 and landing in Campbell in 45 tops. Keep me posted. Don’t use any other form of communication but the cell, got it?” Max spoke commandingly, fervently, hopefully to the officer on the end of the call.
Feeling redeemed by her words, he pushed on. The next gravel road took them to an offshoot by Campbell Rive which meant focusing his concentration on the present.
Stopping the van he turned to Cassy, “I’m sure roadblocks are in place up and down the highway. Caution is the word of the day, so I need you to get in the back, you can lay down on one of the beds and cover up.”
Cassy slowly moved back and with no way out agreed for the moment. He handcuffed her to the bed and threw a cover over her. “It won’t be long, Cassy, we’ll be home and quite safe, I assure you.”
He returned to the driver’s seat and checked to make sure nothing was out of place, started the van and moved on. There was no way to circumvent the roadblock. He couldn’t run, he had to stick it out.
Slowly inching forward, he cracked his window. “Problems?” he asked the officer standing beside him.
“Routine check. Got word there were teens racing the highway. More than one witness called in. Hopefully we’ll get them off the road before anyone’s hurt so be careful along the next few miles. No one seems to know the vehicle so it may not be local in which case they could end up anywhere.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Justin assured the officer.
The officer motioned for the other patrol car to preceed the van and the onboard computer captured the driver’s face clearly. It was him. No sign of the woman but no doubt she’d be in the back. Remaining calm and nonpulsed he waved the van on through.
Bards congratulated himself. It was quite possible it was an incidental roadblock but it was as likely an attempt to find Cassy. Easing forward, he continued until they were out of view. Sighing he said, “I’ll have to leave you there for awhile, Cassy. Otherwise you’ll be back and forth for hours which I’m sure you’d find more upsetting than relaxing.”
“This was relaxing?” she asked herself? “In what universe?” Choosing to ignore him, she lay down and tried to get comfortable.
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Tragedy struck, down in the dumps
She needed support getting over the hump
Of grief and sorrow that so entwined
Taking over heart soul and mind
Soothing words, to encourage and uplift
Those were my offerings and my gift
With each passing day the pain would subside
And I’d be right there, always by her side
Until the day the grief was much less
And she could lift up her head and address
The loss that she’d felt, knowing she’s loved
Beyond measure, walking hand in glove
Her friends by her side giving support
The agony and sadness together thwart
“Can I trust you?” he asked imperially.
“Fair enough. Come this way, I have a fire and coffee or soft drinks if you’d prefer.”
Preceding him down the hallway, she tried to count steps in an attempt to judge lengths and distances. As soon as the hallway ended, the space opened into a square medium sized kitchen, and a narrower gap that held a door with a window to the outside world. Beyond was a living room with a smaller chesterfield chair, two reading lamps and a wood burning stove situated on the left of a bay window. If the circumstances were different, she might have found solace in this room.
“Have a seat, I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Coffee sounds good,” she replied as he turned toward the kitchen.
“This cabin has been in the family for a couple of generations. I inherited it. Used to come here as a kid and enjoy fishing and watching the wildlife while the adults visited. Has fond memories. I want new memories here, with you.”
When she didn’t respond, just sat taking in her surroundings, he continued with a diatribe about his family, and how they’d milled the land and built the cabin from scratch with the help of a few skilled log cabin makers.
Handing her the coffee, her sat across from her on the chesterfield.
“The fire feels comforting, it’s a little damp.”
“Would you like a blanket? I have an original Hudson Bay blanket my parents bought years ago. They never used it, just kept it stored away. You’ll find it quite warm.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate it.”
Handing her the blanket he said, “I want you to feel comfortable, Cassy. My home is your home. You have no need to fear me.”
“While I’d like to believe that, there is a great deal of evidence to the contrary to consider.”
“It’s true I’ve acted rashly on several occasions, but certainly not without provocation.”
She waited him out until a response was forthcoming.
“May I?” he asked, motioning toward the bed. Before she could answer he took a position on the end of the bed and sat down.
She made a show of reaching for the glass of water and gingerly, carefully, edged away, before gratefully taking a sip. She was trying to recall in detail all that Max had said about stalkers and their thought process patterns and beliefs.
It was important to keep him occupied. Quickly rummaging through all Max had mentioned at their first meeting, one thought stood out starkly from the rest. If he couldn’t have her then none would. Should he become disenchanted with the chase or suspect her feelings he would leave her stranded, or worse, dead. Her heartbeat quickened.
The panicked thought that no one would find her or reach her in time and haul her to safety, threatened to overwhelm her. She gulped the water down too fast and nearly choked.
After centering herself, she asked, “Is this your place?”
“Yes. It’s been my hidey-hole for several years. It could use some freshening up, but for my current purposes, it serves me well.”
“So what do you plan to do with me?”
“For the short term, we’ll change vehicles and move on. To our home.”
“Where might that be?”
“All in good time, Cassy, all in good time.”
“I need to use the washroom.”
“No sudden moves Cassy. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, that’s not what this is about.”
“I just need the bathroom,” she reiterated.
He moved closer, stretched forward to carefully unlock the shackle from her wrist before stepping back.
Cassy moved gingerly, stiffly up and off the bed. “First door on the right.”
She moved carefully out the bedroom door and quickly peered left and right, noting a long narrow hallway and then the door he’d indicated. Stepping inside, she closed the door. Taking stalk, she noted one small window, too narrow to escape through. The bathroom was meager in size, with the essentials small and cramped. Finishing she washed her hands and opened the door to find him leaning against the far wall.
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He sat on pins and needles
She wasn’t ordinary people
He knew that she was as special
And in a future they would revel
Long days amorous nights
Along with momentous highlights
But she was tardy and he could hardly
Contain his excitement covertly
Having set the stage for the exchange
The entire evening prearranged
Ready to get down on bended knee
To ask her for forever, thereby decree
His undying love upon this spot
So they could tie the love knot
Oh but she was oh so tardy now
As he waited anxiously to proclaim his vow
“God, Max, this is so ridiculous.”
Cassy sat quietly. She still couldn’t see clearly or in detail and contented herself with listening to the chitchat around her. God, this was frustrating and infuriating.
Dr. Jamison was waiting for her and met them downstairs at the front door quickly ushering them into his office. After examining her eyes, he informed them, “There is another problem with your eyes, but it’s one we can take care of. I want you to put this salve in your right eye, every night, and twice daily. I also want you to use these drop every four hours to keep the eye moist.”
“Unfortunately I’m not sure what caused this. It’s an additional problem and although unrelated, is not something I would have expected and I’m hoping it won’t inhibit the healing process.”
“Something is causing your right eye to dry out. It could possibly be attributed to a severe allergy.”
“I’m pleased you called. If anything changes come back immediately so I can monitor it. If you feel any discomfort I want you here. Otherwise, we’ll see you in two weeks from today.”
“You can count on that, Dr. Jamison. This is getting to me. I admit it. I’m feeling angry and frustrated. I desperately want my sight back! Now!”
“We’re over the hump. We’ll continue working on your eyes until we have complete success. That I assure you. What you’ve gone through is unimaginable. Your eyes are improving. I realize you want a miracle, and you have one even though it’s taking time to fully heal.” Max sat quietly listening, taking it all in.
Hugging her close as they left Jamison’s office, he pulled out the map to determine where the pharmacy was. Luckily, it was just around the corner and over a half a block.
“Let me,” he took the prescription and headed inside. He spoke with the head pharmacist who was extremely helpful and within forty minutes, they were on their way.
“I hate to think of my stomach at a time like this, but I could eat. Anyone up for food?”
It was unanimous. They found the nearest restaurant and drove into the parking lot. Max continued to hold Cassy firmly to his side as they entered and sat down.
“I just want this whole ordeal over! I want this whole damn nightmare over! I want to heal! I want this ffing lunatic caught! What I want to do to him is inhuman.”
“I hear you and I’m with you. I’ll hold your coat so you can have first go, then I’m second in line,” Maggy assured her.
🌺Now let’s begin.
The purpose of this award is to promote patriotism. Along with it, this reward is created to unify bloggers from different countries through tolerance and appreciation of their nationality. We are already unified by our love for writing and reading, so this is a token of that love.
🌺 Roll of Honours
I feel honoured and privileged for getting nominated for another award by the lovely Ankita. She has uniqueness and freshness in her writing, a peachy inspirational lady that writes in such a way that draws you deeper into a coven of thoughts and reflections. I would encourage you all to visit her beautiful blog.
🌺The rules are as follows:
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and post a link of their blog
2. List the rules of the award
3. Post a photo of your National flag and anthem
4. Leave a favorite quote
5. Nominate a few loyal bloggers
🌺(Optional rules: General Dronstad is the creator of this award. You can link him to the Award, and decorate your blog with the “Dronstad Wings” 😀😀)
Dreamdesireachieve. It is an honour indeed to be honoured for this award.
Your writing is always thoughtful and beautiful and you have a unique way of looking at the world and involving others. For that I am truly grateful and delighted to have found you. Please, if you have an opportunity, visit Dream, as it is worth your while.
I wasn’t sure how to respond as I am not “patriotic” in the truest sense of the term. First off, I am Canadian, and proudly so.
My patriotism extends to the world. We are human! If asked, that is my nationality, human! In my heart of hearts, I want the best of living conditions for all mankind, no matter the country, the colour of our skin or one’s size shape or gender.
I’m touched that you found my words inspiring or helpful and especially positive as I believe this is the “transformation” required to save mankind from itself.
There are many I would nominate who fit the category, unfortunately few accept blog awards. If you can think of anyone else that should be nominated, please drop me a line as I would appreciate it. I find that many here have this belief, their thoughts centered around mankind and rising above.
I will mention Garry Armstrong who has given of himself selflessly with long long days in covering stories and the news with aplomb elegance integrity and fair play. Marilyn Armstrong who stand for what she believes in, proudly, and shares her thoughts eloquently while looking for Intelligent Life out there. Martha Kennedy who tells it like it is without ruffling feathers but stating her case with dignity. Others such as Ann Marie Bryant who shares her families triumphs and struggles throughout history with honesty and integrity. Roseelaine who shares her paintings and struggles with humour and wit while remaining true to herself.
Many here in this arena of thought share the same thoughts. Their writing is an amplification of these ideas. Thank you to all.
Thank you for this honour, Dream Desire Achieve. xoxo
Craig howled, “I think you just did.”
Dropping her head in her hands, Maggy said, “Gawd!”
When the gardening was finished, they set up a net to play badminton. “I haven’t played in years. I’m as rusty as an old nail,” Max commented.
“Me too, I think the dust on these things was two maybe three inches thick?” Cassy chortled.
They gave it the old college try, but after a couple of games, they were done. “Man, am I that old?” Max said.
“No, but it is that hot out here. Probably not the best idea in the whole world, I guess we should have waited until it cooled down a bit.”
“Let’s go sit in the shade and relax with some ice tea.”
As they walked through the door, the phone rang. Everyone stiffened. Since she’d been home, the phone rarely rang, unless it was Shawna or the perp and they were separate lines. It was an unusual time of the day for Shawna to call, they sat up and took note.
“Hello.” Cassy said with a hopeful note in her voice.
“Who is this?”
“Surely you know my voice by now.”
“You have the wrong number.”
“What? You’re my number one girl. You’re my only girl. You should know that by now.”
“I’m not interested in talking to someone I don’t know.”
“You treat me badly. But I still love you. Never stopped.”
“Well if you did, I’d know you on sight, and I’d know your voice.”
“Since I’m sure other parties are listening, I can’t say what I want to. Meet me. Anytime, anywhere, and I’ll show you what you mean to me. What we have together.”
“What we have together? What we have is me, here, now, enjoying life with friends. Then, there’s you, wherever you are, alone. We have nothing together.”
“You must see it. You have to see it.”
“All the love I have for you.”
“What I see, is you being an ass hole.”
“Don’t you dare say that!”
“I’ve spent thousands showing you how much I care, how much we belong together.”
“You’ve spent thousands proving you’re a sicko that I wouldn’t want in my life no way, no how.” She silently set the receiver down. It took every ounce of willpower she had.
“You called his bluff!” Max said.
“Wow!” Maggy added.
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Dead Poet’s Society
John Keating: We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Quotes about Education
He never expected this
These moments of pure bliss
Watching her very closely
Eyes sparkling, cheeks oh so rosey
He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry
There would not be a single dry eye
Had she simply turned it on it’s head
Leaving the viewer with humour instead
Ah, yes, grace wasn’t her middle name
But she certainly had much game
Memorable, was what they’d all see
The show remembered for an eternity
Now that’s entertainment he thought
As we watched all the tickets bought
Deciding hers was a stroke of genius
The audience laughter, momentous
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A person is like the easel the canvas sits on. The canvas is blank until you began to add color to it. When you first look at someone you are see a person, as you add color to the paint, so to you add color to the person who stands before you. The addition add […]
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I love visiting Vesna as she has such a positive outlook on life and her photos are equally beautiful. I began visiting quite by accident while searching (I’m always searching) for bloggers I haven’t been introduced to before. I’m not sure at this point whether she found me or I her, but it’s been delightful all the same. Please visit her blog and see the wonders unfold as you take a journey along with this delightful woman.
I am, as always, touched, humbled, delighted and pleased to be nominated for an award. The sunshine award touched me very much as it comes as acceptance of the “who” I am. I try to see the positive, upside, happiness that the world has to offer and most individuals in it. That doesn’t mean I’m not a realist but that in every situation, I try to see something good that can come of it. That often means doing the work and getting through the negative painful things that life can throw at you, but if you can remember there is sunshine out there, it keeps you focussed and it makes the journey less painful, at least for me that is how I have faced the crises, dilemnas and painful ordeals that have passed my way. If in some part, something I write whether a poem or story, can assist another through a difficult patch, then I am proud and happy to do so. I see I am in a class of very fine authors, several of whom I read.
I used to love photography and I was a very good photographer and it is indeed something I miss doing. Therefore, I look in on as many “travellers” and others who post the beauty around them and so willingly share with all of us on the blogging community. As the original armchair traveller, it is indeed precious to me as I am able to see other parts of the world I may not get to in this lifetime. For that, I wish to thank all who share the wonders they witness in their travels.
And here are the questions that you need to answer:
The goals of my blog are to basically interact with as many other writers, poets, photographers and artists as I am capable of. This can be a challenge as there are so many I love to visit and I may not get to all in one day, it can take me three days or more to visit all of you but I certainly try.
I have a fear stairs and falling down them so I’m always very careful when using them.
One thing I hope to do in 2018 is focus on being healthier and living a healthier lifestyle, whatever that may entail.
One do-over I would sincerely immediately embrace would be not giving up on myself and understanding it’s ok to take a personal day, do something special for myself and continuing to be physically active no matter how much shame and name calling and put-downs came my way. I would fight harder for me! at an earlier age. I wished I’d had that ability many years ago.
I don’t count people as posessions so I’d keep my family. Having said that, I would keep things with sentimental value that someone special gave to me with love and affection – the peacock earrings (peacocks being my favourite thing), my exquisitely comfortable chair that releases pain, the blow-dryer my grand daughter bought me (after painstakingly making sure it wasn’t too heavy to list) the photos (both mine) and those of my family, a treasure of our history together.
A perfect day for me, is interacting with my family whether that’s five minutes or hours. It also entails interaction with friends with meaningful dialogue and that includes my daily visits here, to every blog I can manage as I’ve found an incredible community of people that are giving, caring, sharing, and have welcomed me with open arms and whom I would miss too much to comprehend should I not be able to chat with you all and visit you.
If I could have one magical power, it would be healing. Much suffering emotionally mentally physically happens on a world-wide scale. I’d hold the hands of those that required support while dealing with the pain in their world.
I don’t have a favourite mythical creature but I guess I’d have to say I enjoy the unicorn.
I haven’t any hobbies at the moment, due to the condition of my eyes, but I used to make jewelry, take photos, paint, draw, knit and crochet.
My dream holiday would be sitting on a beach with room service and enjoying the view of sandy beaches and warm tides while reading plenty of books.
The top three ways I want to improve myself hmmmm let’s see…probably physical ability and strength, being more patient and kind with myself, not taking myself for granted. Sounds pretty self-centered but I really need to put myself first more. Having grown up in a culture where you put everyone else first and yourself last, I tend to neglect my needs and that’s something I want to change.
Thank you, Vesna for the thought provoking questions, which were excellent and a lovely way to share some of what I have on my mind (at the moment anyway- who knows it could all change tomorrow) snicker snicker.
Please visit Vesna’s blog as it’s informative, beautiful and offers something for everyone in it’s beauty.
I too wish to thank those that follow my blog, drop by take a look and offer comments and sometimes chat. It’s a very personal part of my day, one I take great delight in.
There are many I would wish to add to this list of fine companions. Some I won’t list as they don’t participate (you know who you are) hehe.
Following are a few of the many bloggers I find stimulating, positive, upbeat and usually with something special to say and share.
https://myaphorisms.com/ She shares so much with but a few words, yet conveys depth and meaning in everything she writes.
https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/ Sarah is an incredible writer willingly openly sharing the depth of her soul valiantly and with touching candour.
https://dreamdesireachieve.com/ Always positive and willing to share, a delight to read.
https://soulgifts.com.au/ Her delightful storytelling is a joy and I’ve learned much I can use in my daily life. Thank you so much.
https://saschadarlington.me/ A wonderful woman who consistantly shares her positive upbeat attitude no matter what her personal life may be throwing at her.
https://sumyannawrites.wordpress.com/ A complete delight. Sumy touches my very soul with her captivating writing and photography.
https://seackerman.com A pleasure to know, who constantly delights with her touching thoughts, sharing and abilities whether through good or bad times though busy stops to share a moment in verse rhyme or story.
https://charlesewaugh.com/ Mr. Chuck, who always has something positive to say and whose writing is superb and whose company I enjoy. His willingness to share his photography and trips a constant pleasure.
https://longlivecreation.com/blog/ With though provoking shares, a complete delight to read.
https://oilpastelsbymary.com/ Lovingly shares her art with the world, and it’s spectacular and reminds me of my grand mothers art and some of mine. Please take a look.
https://anamika808.wordpress.com/?wref=bif Artfully tastefully presented, a must see for sure.
Take care and enjoy the remainder of your day. May you always find sunshine and joy for moments every day.
He was in love with her and wouldn’t say more
As he sat peering at those in the book store
She had the gift of laughter humour and fun
Watching her was like glimpsing the sun
An aura of pure joy warmth and compassion
Surrounded her in rich vibrant hues of crimson
She had no idea how lovely she was
Her personality drew others because
She gave of herself, with joy freely
Dancing among customers gleefully
Leaving all with one thought in mind
She brightened your day leaving behind
Pleasant feelings you wanted to funnel
Cheering you up in moments of trouble
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His words were met with reservation
When he’d hoped for exhilaration
A declaration of affection and love
He felt the need for boxing gloves
Subtle hostility surrounded them
Although knowing from where it stemmed
He’d hoped his groundwork was heard
Instead it seemed his words were deferred
Sighing he knew it would indeed take time
The situation was beyond reason or rhyme
His heartfelt plea was unheard for now
Surprise evident in his raised brow
He’d desperately hoped she understood
His ace in the hole had done no good
The deck was stacked, not in his favour
Perhaps with patience sometime later
They’d understand he meant no harm
And all their fears he could disarm
This was the wave of the future it was true
Eventually they’d see the entire world-view
Indeed, change was inevitable
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Conversation was sparse
Between these two hearts
Expressions told the story
In eloquent and silent glory
Conversation was sparse
Having long since run its course
Expressions of sadness remained
Neither had come out unscathed
Conversation was sparse
As memories resurfaced
Having written much down in verse
There was no need to converse
Conversation was sparse
No need to rehearse
Love surrounded all at the table
Each one’s thoughts playful