Watching over Me

Convallaria-majalisI couldn’t sleep last night. I was stressed and my mind was playing games with me. What did I hear?

Getting out of bed to investigate, I donned my robe and slippers and walked quietly downstairs.

I heard someone whispering in the basement. I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. The soft whispers were soothing, not threatening.

I crept softly down the stairs towards the sound, wanting to be a part of it, wanting to be included in the intimacy.

A soft warm glow spilled from the basement door. Dust particles danced and floated in the light. It made me giggle like a child.

The whispering stopped.

I froze, hardly daring to breathe. For thirty seconds I heard nothing. I sat down on the stairs and waited.

“Please don’t go.” I said to myself.

As thought someone heard me, the whispering began again, interrupted only by childish laughter.

Who was it? Dare I move? I wanted to be part of the fun.

I smelled “Lily of the Valley”, a familiar smell from my childhood.Convallaria-majalis

Inhaling deeply I closed my eyes.

It was the perfume my mother wore. Oh how I miss her. Now I knew I was dreaming. Silence covered the house like a blanket.

When I opened my eyes again, the glow had been replaced by darkness. I was alone. Sadly I padded back to my bedroom and slept.

This morning, as the light filtered through my blinds, I remembered the whispers. Had I been dreaming?

I had gone to bed worried and stressed, but this morning I was calm.

My arms full of laundry, I started my sunday morning routine. As I descended the stairs, into the basement, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness and well-being. It was so powerful, I gasped. Tears filled my eyes when I saw little sprays of Lily of the Valley strewn on the floor.

“I’m watching you pet, I’m here”Lily-of-the-Valley 1

It was the voice of my mother, she was all around me.

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Fight after Death

Eileen sat on the park bench, enjoying the Spring sunshine. Daffodils bloomed by the lake, snowdrops covered the grassy slopes. It was beautiful. Daffodils and snowdrops together, what could be nicer? Forty years ago Eileen sat on the same park bench with her late husband Alec. He had proposed to her in this very spot. How nervous he had been. They were so young and in love. She missed him.

Snowdrops and Daffodils. The flowers of Spring.

Eileen basked in her memories, unaware of being watched.

The dirty demented man crouched behind the heather. He had no money and no conscience. He was addicted to alcohol and drugs and would kill for the price of a bottle of cheap whiskey. Time and circumstance had made him this way and he was beyond help.

Many thoughts raced through his addled brain. Should he sneak up on the old girl from behind and bludgeon her with a rock? He liked the thought of approaching from the front and seeing the terrified look in her eye as he struck the first blow. He enjoyed inflicting terror, it was one of his few pleasures. He looked at her again. A weak and contented old woman.  She was an easy target.

He circled around to the footpath by the lake, all the time watching to make sure they were alone.

Eileen saw him and smiled, “Good Morning, a fine day it is”

The smile left her lips when she saw the look on his face. She looked at the rock in his hand and knew running was futile. After taking a deep breath and spoke to her dead husband

“I didn’t want to meet you without saying goodbye to our bairns and the little ones, but so be it.” she said in her lovely Edinburgh accent. She closed her eyes and waited.

“Och Eileen, it’s too soon for you to die.” It was Alec’s voice.

She opened her eyes wide, startled and looked at the man who had been approaching silently. He was now looking to the sky and howling like a wolf. The murderous look in his eyes was replaced with one of fear and bewilderment. The rock, which had once been in his hand, hovered above his head menacingly. It fell on his head with such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Blood trickled down his forehead.

“Alec, you old devil” she said and laughed “Don’t hurt him, just teach him a lesson”

“No, this is too much fun.”

The attacker was now the victim. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, dodging the rock that pursued him.

Eileen sat on the bench and smiled, enjoying the snowdrops and daffodils and the memory of her dead husband.

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