Welcome Sixers and friends. My love and best thoughts to those who suffered in the aftermath of the storm. After an horrendous scary week, I’m bringing to a close my snippets of Starting Over. Next week brings a new story. Emily begins to rebuild her life after her tragic loss. Emily’s close friend Mark, a widower, returns from a trip to find that Emily defended herself against the man who killed Patrick.
“Hold me tight, please, I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams,” Mark said. “As I drove here from the airport, all I thought about was you, how much I care for you, how this time there was a chance for us to have a life together, to grow old together. From a distance I saw flashing lights, knew something terrible —” hoarse sobs, “when I saw you standing, soaked but standing on the beach I almost lost it. Relief sure, but that thing at your feet, he attempted to kill — my precious Emily.” He cradled her face in his hands.
Emily turned off the lights, slammed the door and grabbed Mark’s hand, a welcoming smile on her face, “Now what were you saying about a place for me to stay?”
Welcome dear Sixers and friends to another Six Sentence Sunday as we await Hurricane Sandy here on the East Coast. Stores are out of water,batteries,you name it, and we hope for the best. Survive&Thrive is my motto so we move on to Emily, her tragedy and an important component to the story never mentioned before.
excerpt: Emily tells her children about Patrick’s insistence that she take Karate. He had wanted her to be physically capable of protecting herself. It turns out to be an idea that saves her life.
“He was in her home; Oh God, he slid the door wide open, raced to catch up with her, grabbed her around the waist and dragged her back toward the gaping door. And he was powerful, much stronger than she, a tank compared to a tricycle. Now he had her under the arms, pulling her across the threshold out on the patio, as she kicked and screamed.
Close to the water’s edge he let go and stood above her one foot on her chest, roaring like a lion with his prize.
A quick twist of her body, she grabbed his leg and kicked it from under him. He had something else on his mind and so did Emily; an eye for an eye.”
Welcome Sixers and friends to another Six Sentence Sunday and the continuing story of Emily and her sorrow.
Emily cried, waves mingled with tears as she touched Pat’s face everything soaked with salt water and blood and his eyes, his eyes were open. Her face bent close to his she listened for breathing, nothing. She felt his heart, no beating. Cradling him in the shallow waves she rocked back and forth, back and forth.
Sirens broke the silence but Emily didn’t hear them. The ambulance stopped right next to her, flashing red light bathed Emily and Pat in a surreal glow yet she didn’t lift her head; she didn’t move.
Hi Sixers and friends. I value your comments and thanks so much for stopping by. Last week Emily’s husband Patrick promised he’d care for her the rest of his life. He meant well.
High on his perch, the watcher Clifford Lansdale juiced on oxycontin and black coffee, saw the honeymooners on the beach. Obsessed with his Goddess Emily and his plan, he grabbed keys to the restored dune buggy he treasured and headed out for a little ride. Gunning the motor, the buggy sailed over dunes onto the flat hard packed sand. Course set straight ahead for, oh my, if it isn’t his lawyer dear Patrick Corwin jogging alone and where ohwhere is she? Ah yes, far up the beach, the lonely quiet beach with no one around and only the fierce wind making all that racket and just a tap to send him sprawling, one tiny tap. Clifford Lansdale geared up high, pedal to the floor and headed straight for the target.
Hi Sixers and friends. I appreciate your comments as I continue with Starting Over. Emily and Patrick marry. She finds he is a complex troubled man letting his past interfere with their future. In this scene Patrick explains himself.
“I want you to know that I’m through looking in the rear view mirror at my past. You miss what’s right out in front of you, within reach. I’m through beating myself up over well-meant intentions gone wrong. Now I promise you, my precious wife,” Pat stopped walking and faced her, “I’ll love you and take care of you always. You accepted me from the beginning at face value for who I am and who I could become. Thank you, Emily, I’ll never let you down.”
Welcome Sixers and friends to another Six Sentence Sunday. Last week I introduced you to Emily Kendrick, a watcher with binoculars and a runner on the beach. This week we move on. Patrick Corwin, a lawyer, is the runner on the beach. After a few days of running with him, Emily invites Patrick to her swim and tennis club party.
Patrick escorted her outside, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Goodnight, my little sweetheart.” When he breathed against her skin, she felt a tingle she’d missed since her husband died. A glow from the pleasant evening warmed her until she turned into her street and the good mood changed. It was always like that, coming home to an empty dark house. She must remember to leave some lights on. She wondered when grief would stop haunting her the way it showed up unexpected like an uninvited guest.
Welcome sixers to another Survive&Thrive story on this beautiful Sunday as the days dwindle down.
Unaware of binoculars trained on her every move, Emily Kendrick runs fast on the hard-packed sand of St. Augustine Beach. Alone on this early morning, tears spill down her tanned face. Leaping over one hurdle and another, she stumbles and falls. . .and doesn’t get up. A lone runner reaches Emily’s side. Binoculars slam into the widow’s walk perch.