Story Time for Blogophilia 20.6


I love this house, thought Tabitha. And I especially enjoy sitting on the porch with him. The old house with  gleaming wood floors and molding, the porch large  with comfortable cane chairs and colorful throw cushions. Early summer sunshine warmed her arms and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the bushes by the side of the home. And best of all, sitting across from her, Andrew, the man of her dreams.

Now he looked at her as if expecting a response to something he said.

“Wake up sleepyhead. What do you think of the plan?”

She jerked herself to attention, took a sip of her ice tea and replied. “I’m sorry this spot is so serene that I get lost. Yes that is the plan we agreed on. Now, how do we implement it?”

They had been discussing the elimination of Guillaume Pelletier, also known as Bill, Andrew’s nemesis. Tabitha didn’t speak French but she knew in English  Guillaume translated as  William.

She loved to look at Andrew Goode whom she had recently met; she longed to run her fingers through his long, blonde hair and to kiss his lips that tasted of the sea. But she resisted the urge. This was not the place or the time. As she appraised his face and hunky body  she noticed  the gleam in his blue eyes seemed different. He slouched in his seat rather than his usual posture of legs crossed and a straight back. She had never seen him drink alcohol  before, his normal beverage of choice was ice tea, yet today he drank  whiskey.

“Bill thinks he’s master of the universe,” Andrew commented with a strange smile, one side of his mouth lifted higher than the other. His facade appeared almost, well, evil, but that was absurd. Andrew was a good man, despite his condition.

He was Andrew whom she loved and who loved her in return and together they would destroy Bill and live happily ever after. 

Andrew poured another drink from the bottle and replaced it with a plunk on the glass table by his elbow.  “He looks down on people with a scowl that never leaves his face as if he thinks they’re his personal property like bugs who on a whim he can squish.”

She nearly gagged at the raw odor of the spirits, but agreed with his assessment of their enemy.

Tabitha rose from her seat and moved to the other  side of the veranda smoothing her long red hair out of her eyes. “I have something that may help.” She lifted an object from the floor in the corner and brought it to her chair. “My great grandmother taught me about these,” she gently cradled the precious straw manikin. “They have power and if placed in just the right spot at just the right time, Bill’s power will be diminished.”

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Tabitha was learned in witch craft  and knew about such maters.

The amulet she wore around her neck burned her skin. Her thoughts stilled. Something was not right. On such a  perfect day with her lover  on his idyllic  porch, there was no reason for the charm to send a warning.

 

Shocked she focused on Andrew Goode sitting across from her. All the clues had been before her though she had not wished to recognize them, so engrossed in admiring her lover.

Bill sat in place of Andrew on the cane chair with the dark blue cushion, the glass of amber liquid in his hand, and on his face that lop sided smirk.

“My ancestors were witches too and obviously better than yours.”

 

**

written for

Blogophilia Week 20.6 – Master of the Universe

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts):   Incorporate a hyperbole

(Easy, 1 pt):  Include a corn dolly

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28 Responses to Story Time for Blogophilia 20.6

  1. tyler/chuck says:

    I hope Tabatha is good at ab-libbing, otherwise things might get even more uncomfortable

  2. trev says:

    is this a case of my dads bigger than your dad!!… lol… love the story Sue..
    love the way you slowly unfold it all… even though its a short piece…
    brilliant… love it Sue… xxx

  3. Irene says:

    Were they good witches?

  4. An arrogant reply from someone seeking help. M. Pelletier may well be able to divide and conquer.

  5. Myke Todd says:

    Whoa! Busted, on a major level… This will not end well for Tabitha… which, by the way is the best witch name ever. I have a friend I call Tabitha, for obvious reasons. 🙂

  6. Marvin says:

    Fascinating! Wondering what had happened to Andrew or if Bill was Andrew all along. Oh the mind whirls at the complications! 8 points Earthling! 🙂

  7. Double trouble… I was wonder too, what Marvin said.

    Great write!

  8. Oooooo, interesting 🙂

    Is this the beginning of a short story?

    Xx

  9. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb says:

    I love it! Such wonderful storytelling. So very talented! ~barb k~

  10. doris emmett says:

    Very nice! Enjoyed reading…loved how you used the prompts and yhe end was unexpected 😀

  11. Love this line : “… kiss his lips that tasted of the sea…”

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