Queen Tess – The Story Continues…

Yes, I’m finally writing again! I must finish this Children’s book. It’s dedicated to my beautiful daughter, her husband and TessMess, the fluffy bundle of cuteness that is part of their family now. Fendi, the older, smarter and not so patient pup in chief, should get a mention too. I usually write supernatural thrillers, but this is fun! Below is a taster of Queen Tess – a short shaggy dog tale.

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An irresistible aroma wafted into Tess’s nostrils. She stood motionless, watching the slim slivers of delicious meat being peeled from the plastic.
Hey, I’m right here, right next to you, don’t forget me.
Tess stood on her hind legs, but still wasn’t able to reach the countertop.
Hello, puppy dog eyes, right below you. Look at me.
“Perfect, I feel like I’m in Italy again.” Sandra said as she wrapped the meat and put it back in the fridge. Tess rubbed against her legs.
Hungry pup down here.
“Tess you can’t possibly be hungry!”
Why not, you are. Woof!
“Hey quiet, no need to make a fuss. OK, just a bit though, I’m not even sure if you can eat prosciutto. Don’t want to make you sick.”
Tess, who had already gone through the motion of sitting and lying down, now stood on her hind legs and placed her front paws on Sandra’s knees. Her mouth was wide open in anticipation.
gimme, gimme, gimme
Sandra put the prosciutto back on the counter top and carefully tore a couple of small, thin slivers from the meat. She dangled them above Tess’s nose before letting them drop into her mouth.
“You are a good little pup aren’t you!”
You’re not so bad yourself lady!

Queen Tess – A Short Shaggy Dog Tale

“Tess, good girl, you peed. Good girl.”
Oh Lordy, of course I peed, don’t make such a fuss. Does anyone make a fuss of you when you pee?
They continued to walk.
“I could get used to this, it’s nice having company while I walk. Wait, what are you doing now? Oh no, dog poop.”
Tess squatted a little and did what all good dogs do at least once a day. She looked up guiltily, or was she smiling. Sandra put her hand in her pocket and pulled out the special green plastic bag that was used for this purpose. She gingerly scooped up the fresh poop, tied a knot in the bag and held it at arm’s length.
“Oh no Tess, its warm, let’s get rid of this now, yuk, it smells.”
Tess stood still and looked up at the dangling bag of poop.  
Lady, I just pooped, isn’t that why we came outside?

This Old Budding Writer

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Wow! For a few minutes this morning I have time to sit and reflect on my life. I’m 63 and a budding writer! I was born in County Durham, raised in North Yorkshire (Brompton on Swale). When I was 20, I got married and moved to Dorset. In my late thirties I moved with my husband and daughter to Colorado. Now this old girl is retiring and moving to Abruzzo, Italy! I’ve been around a bit! In a little over a month I’ll be sitting at the kitchen table of my new home, looking at the view and easing another story from my old, but overactive brain…I hope you’ll read it.

 

Walking with Queen Tess

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Woah, what do I smell, sniff sniff… What’s that? If I stand perfectly still, it won’t see me. Now I’m going to walk very slowly and maybe I can catch that fluffy little thing. It isn’t paying any attention to me at all. Alright here I go. Ahhhh!

Sandra tugged on the leash, “Come on Tess, we’re out here so you can pee, not bother the rabbits.”

Rabbit, that’s what it’s called? Alright, be quiet now, I’m going to play with the rabbit, slowly, slowly…going to get you…

Tess launched herself like a missile. Who knew the chubby bundle of silliness could move SO FAST!

“Tess, stop, I almost let go of your leash. I’d be in trouble if you got away.”

Tess watched in dismay as the rabbit disappeared into the thicket. It turned around to look at its pursuer.

“Ha ha, can’t get me now can you?”

I nearly had you.

Yes, I know, this isn’t my usual demented ghost tale, bit I see a story in everything. From the time I get out of bed in the morning, my world is a narrative, so writing about my experience with taking care of Tess came natural. I really hope someone enjoys it. Children’s stories are fun.

Queen Tess on Vacation

I decided to amuse myself and write a children’s book while taking care of Queen Tess…lets see how it goes.

A Shaggy Dog Tale

Tess is a champagne colored bundle of fun. She’s a little chubby (puppy fat), and very young. Tess uses her big dark puppy dog eyes to her best advantage, and they are almost impossible to resist, even if you’re not a dog person. She lives with Fendi, Jo and Christian. Fendi is a pensioner in dog years, very smart, but a little grumpy and doesn’t have much patience with young Tess. Jo and Christian work very hard and every so often need a vacation. They love their pups dearly, too much to leave them with strangers, so when they decided to go on a Ski trip to Japan (who knew you could ski in Japan?). Tess, and Fendi got a vacation of their own. Fendi went to Steamboat Springs to stay with Christian’s parents, and Tess went to stay in Franktown with Jo’s mum, also known by both dogs as “The Treat Lady”.

Trouble Focusing

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I have so much trouble focusing these days. I say this because I’ve written nothing in a couple of weeks.
“Lingering Evil” lingers without much progress!
It isn’t deserted or forgotten, but when writing is a struggle, you have to leave it until it flows.
My day job keeps me busy. My home in Italy is always on my mind. It’s the “Holiday” season in the US so there is always something going on.
Longing for the day I retire. I can rise early, drink my cappuccino and look out of my window at the beautiful village of Colledimezzo. There is no question in my mind that this will inspire me to write. I think a lot more stories will emerge too!

The soothing smell of my Guardian Angel

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Father Peter, could you please bless my home before Gay and her husband arrive?”

“Of course we can, you need to be part of this too so please join me. Is there any place you’d like me to start?”

He followed me to our bedroom, “This is where I’ve felt most of the activity.”

“When you say activity what do you mean?”

“Shadows, whispering, I felt someone touch me.”

We walked into the bedroom and stood in silence for a moment. Father Peter looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then he walked over to the window and opened it wide. “If we’re chasing the bad air out, let’s give it a place to go.”

He stood at the end of our bed and began to pray. His voice was soothing. I closed my eyes and focused on his words. Warm air circulated in the room, surrounding me, cushioning me in comfort. It felt good. Father Pete’s words ceased and I opened my eyes. Everything was still, I smelled lavender and lily of the valley.

“Do you smell that?” I asked.

Father Peter smiled at me, “I do, is it coming from outside?”

“No I don’t think it is, it smells like it’s coming from you.”

“Do you recognize the smell?”

“Yes, at my Grandma’s house. She wore lily of the valley perfume, and grew lavender in her garden.”

“Maybe she’s your Guardian Angel and she’s watching over you, or maybe you’re summoning up the smell because it makes you feel safe.”

1984 – Evil Lingers

Remember the eighties? I do! I was in my early twenties and living in Dortmund, West Germany!
Remember the hairstyles, those fashions…need I say more? It was a blast…except when it wasn’t.
Remember those movies “The Evil Dead, The Exorcist, Phantasm, Nightmare on Elm Street”? Scary weren’t they? You’d snuggle up to someone for protection, feeling nervous, jumpy and wondering if those thing really happened.

For me they did happen. They happened when I had no one to snuggle up to. They happened when I was alone and vulnerable, and I’ll never forget. Evil Lingers for a long time, and the memory lingers even now!

Dead and Angry!

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What if the lingering evil of Viktor and his dead mother decided to visit me? He’d visited me from the other side before. Could he could do it again? Could he be stronger with dead mother beside him? What if she was a charred ghost, hell bent on revenge? I was startled out of my thoughts by a loud rapping sound.
Who could be coming to visit at this time of night?