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A little insight into things to come….

As it’s almost Christmas, I thought I’d share something a little sparkly and new with you this week.

As last week’s poetic blog alluded to, for the past couple of years words haven’t flowed as smoothly as I would like. I’m loathe to describe it as writer’s block as the storylines were still there for my current book baby along with ideas for future book babies. There are a dozen things that I could blame this word drought on but every time I go to type the words here, they sound like excuses to me and I’m not about to make excuses for not being able to park my backside at my desk and write as easily as I have in the past. Life happens and over the past couple of years it has thrown a few roadblocks in the way of creative progress. There’s been a lot of shadow work done in the background to clear the path. Let’s leave that thought there…

Now, I am feeling a little more confident that the word drought is finally over and thought I would share a short excerpt from Book Baby 9. The first draft started out as Book Baby 8 three years ago then, as the words weren’t flowing, I decided to publish Beginnings , my first collection of poems, so it became Book Baby 8 while I pulled it together in early 2024. When I returned to the book baby in the photo above, it naturally evolved into Book Baby 9. My first draft is not quite finished yet but I’m close enough to the end, to feel comfortable enough to share an excerpt from the start with you.

What you see in the photo is what Book Baby 9 looks like at present but there are roughly 30 000 of those words already typed. When I felt that I couldn’t write, I typed instead. It is my intention that Book Baby 9 will finally see the light of day and be set free in 2026. It’s still nameless as I type this and its naked too as I’ve not got as far as thinking about a cover design. All in good time.

For now though, for those who have been waiting so patiently for word of a new novel, here’s a little taster of what’s to come. Be gentle with these words. They are new and at present un-edited.

Streaks of spring sunshine filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the trail as she walked. She had been walking for hours, lost in her grief; lost in her thoughts. Beside her Storm and Lily walked patiently, occasionally touching her hand with their noses as if to say, “We’ve got you.” Both dogs seemed to be empathising with her emotional state.

Ahead of her, further down the trail, she could see the large flat rock at the viewpoint. Trying to gauge how much daylight was left, she decided to rest for a minute or two before walking the last couple of miles back to the studio house.

With a sigh of relief, she sat on top of the rock, drinking in the spectacular view before taking a long chug on her water bottle. At her feet, Lily let out a mournful whine.

“I know how you feel,” she said, reaching out to fondle the wolf dog’s ears. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her thigh at the other side as Storm laid his huge head down, his gaze fixed on her.

“Just give me a minute then we’ll head home. I know you guys are hungry. I am too. Didn’t mean to walk you as far but…oh, you understand, don’t you?”

By the time she reached the final section of the trail the light was fading fast. Dusk had settled quickly as they had descended. In the distance she could just see the twinkling lights that were strung round the patio at the rear of the house, and she thought she could smell a whiff of BBQ on the breeze. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Breakfast had been her last meal and, apart from a few fruit snacks, she hadn’t eaten all day.

“Ah, Miss Johnson, I presume,” quipped JJ from his reclined position on the hammock. “I thought you’d got lost.”

“Sorry,” apologised Riley quietly as she sat her empty water bottled on the table. “I didn’t mean to be gone all day.”

“No harm done” he said, wriggling to sit up and get his feet on the ground before the hammock tipped him out. As he stood up, JJ said, “I’ll sort the dogs and you can start dinner. The chicken skewers are in the refrigerator.”

“Sure. These guys have been good company today, but they must be starving. I’d guess we’ve walked about fifteen miles.”

“Easily done when you’re following your thoughts as well as the trail,” he commented. Snapping his fingers, he called the dogs to heel and led them round to their enclosure.

Soon Riley had the chicken kebabs on the grill and the table set for supper. She had fetched some salad and coleslaw along with a bag of tortilla chips plus plates and cutlery.

“Smells good,” complimented JJ stepping back out of the house. “Dogs are settled for the night. They were ravenous. I guess they didn’t hunt while they were with you. Storm usually snags a rabbit or two on a long hike.”

“Poor babies,” said Riley turning the skewers on the grill. “They’ll sleep well after that.”

“But will you?” he asked, handing her a beer.

“I hope so. I barely slept a wink last night.”

“You want to talk, Miss Riley?” prompted JJ softly.

Busying herself transferring the chicken onto a serving plate, the little green haired girl dodged the question until they were seated at the table. Keeping her gaze on the plate in front of her, Riley said, “I know he was old. I’d guessed he was sicker than he was letting on. Recognised the look in his eyes. My Grammy had that same look.  Wish I’d had the chance to thank him and say goodbye.”

Tears fell onto her plate as her grief crashed through her.

Unconditional Feline Love (flash fiction -150 words)

Alone in the bedroom with their human, the two cats sat watching as the brave face she had put on during the day, the smiles and laughter from her business video calls, vanished. As they watched her pull a baggy t-shirt over her head, a cloud of sadness descended over her. Was that a tear on her cheek?

The feline brothers exchanged a glance, telepathically agreeing their strategy. Their human was their world and they were hers.

In the darkness as she slept, they settled on the bed, one on either side of her. One slept curled up close to her heart where she could reach out and hug him close. The other brother stretched out along the length of her legs, sharing his body heat with her to help ground those human emotions. Both of them purred the sound resonating deeply.

Surrounded by unconditional feline love, she slept soundly.

Note- the cat in the photo was Gandalf, my beautiful white boy who crossed over the rainbow bridge a long time ago. He was one of a kind. Miss him.

Silently Watching at Samhain

Autumn had encroached on the beach hut bringing with it darker nights that made hunting easier for Trine and Jem. The demand for blood for Luna was steadily increasing as the baby flourished. Despite pleas from Stefan to come to the castle earlier than they had planned, the new parents stood their ground. They celebrated Luna’s first birthday quietly as a family of three.

Inside the beach hut, Trine was busy packing for their return to the castle in time for the annual Samhain masquerade ball. While she was debating which clothes to pack for their daughter and which toys to take, Jem was outside preparing the hut for the coming winter, protecting it as best he could from the inevitable winter storms.

Up in the trees to the east of the hut sat a huge black crow. Occasionally Jem’s eyes would be drawn to the bird. His sixth sense was twitching. Was that bird connected to Anna? Was it a messenger? Was it her?

The next time he looked over, the bird was gone.

“Trine?! Called out Jem as he entered the hut, stamping mud off his boots onto the coir mat.

“Downstairs!”

“I think we should leave tonight.”

Footsteps echoed on the stairs as Trine ran up to face him.

“Tonight? But we’re not due to leave for another few days.”

“I know but I think we should leave tonight. That damn crow was hanging about again,” replied Jem. “I know it has something to do with Anna. I think we should bring our plans forward and leave tonight.”

Trine nodded her silent agreement to his plan then reluctantly admitted, “I’ve seen it lurking about too.”

“Can you be ready to leave as soon as it gets dark?”

“Yes.”

Downstairs in the nursery, Luna was sitting in her cot playing with her favourite rag doll and her bedtime bunny, with the long white ears. Neither toy was ever very far away from the little girl. A movement in the air, made her look up. Wide eyes, she watched as it shimmered into the shape of a lady with wings like her parent then it seemed to disappear, leaving a small shower of bubbles floating in the air. In her tiny hands, Luna felt her doll move and for a moment it seemed to change shape. Startled, Luna dropped it and stared down at it suspiciously as she sucked on her bunny’s ear.

A couple of hours later, they were packed and ready to leave. With Luna snuggled into a warm snowsuit with matching woollen hat and mittens, Trine prepared to transport herself and their daughter while Jem would follow with their bags.

“You packed Luna’s doll and her rabbit?” checked Jem, looking round to make sure that they hadn’t forgotten anything vital.

“She’s holding the rabbit,” replied Trine. “I stuffed the doll in the outside pocket of the backpack.”

“If we’ve forgotten anything, we can always come back for it, I guess,” he replied, lifting their bags. “Time to leave.”

Less than a minute after Trine and Luna, Jem touched down in their suite of rooms in the castle.  A chill seeped into them almost instantly. There was no fire in the hearth, and the rooms weren’t ready for them.

“We should have messaged Meryn,” commented Trine with a shiver. “It’s freezing in here!”

“I didn’t want to take any extra risks,” replied Jem. “I’m convinced Anna has been watching us. I’m hoping that we’ve thrown her off the scent by coming here early.”

“She’d never follow us back here!” Trine exclaimed. “Would she?”

Jem shrugged, “Who knows.”

“Let’s go and find my father and your mother,” suggested Trine, passing Luna to him. “I’m fairly sure we’ll find them both together in his study.”

A huge fire was blazing in the hearth in Stefan’s study when the family walked in but instead of Stefan and Meryn, they found Stefan and Alessandro engrossed in a game of chess.

“Who’s winning?” asked Trine softly.

“Alessandro,” muttered Stefan without looking up then realising who had spoken exclaimed, “Trine! I wasn’t expecting you for another three days.”

“Clearly,” laughed Trine as she moved to hug her father. “Our rooms aren’t ready and they’re freezing cold!”

“I’ll get that sorted,” promised Alessandro as he made one final chess move. “I believe that is checkmate, Stefan.”

“Tomorrow,” stated Stefan, his frustration evident. “I’ll beat you tomorrow, Alessandro.”

“If you say so,” laughed the Italian vampire as he got to his feet. “Lovely to see you again, Trine, Jem. I’ll get your rooms readied and have some supper and more wine sent up. Do you need anything for Signorina Luna?”

“Some blood infused milk would be wonderful, Alessandro,” replied Trine warmly.

He nodded then slipped out of the room leaving the family to their reunion.

“Where’s my mother?” enquired Jem. “Thought she’d be here with you.”

“Most likely in the infirmary,” replied Stefan reaching out to take Luna from Jem’s arms. “She’s in the final phase of training four new healers. She’ll be up shortly. We usually meet for a late glass of wine.”

“So, what else has been happening around here?” asked Trine, taking the seat by the fire vacated by Alessandro.

“Only preparations for the Samhain Ball,” replied Stefan. “The great hall is almost ready. The staff have been decorating it for over a week. Our guests are due to start arriving tomorrow night. Almost no one declined this year. Everyone is keen to see Luna.”

“Did Meryn arrange our costumes?” asked Trine, smiling at the sight of her daughter contentedly snuggling into Stefan’s shoulder.

“I believe so. She was most secretive about them.”

“Trine has been the same,” muttered Jem. “Not sure if I should be worried or not.”

Retaking his seat and balancing Luna on his knee, Stefan asked, “Has there been any sign of the dark angel?”

“Not since we strengthened the protection on the house,” replied Trine. “At least not as far as we can tell. There’s been nothing unusual.”

“Apart from that huge fucking crow hanging about,” Jem pointed out. “I have my concerns about that bird.”

“We live near woodland that’s full of crows, Jem,” pointed out Trine bluntly.

Before they could continue their conversation, two servants arrived with their supper and Luna’s bottle. A third followed with two fresh decanters of blood infused wine.

“Master Jeremiah, Mistress Meryn says that you have to drink from the decanted with the raven on it,” explained the servant with a bow.

“Why?” challenged Jem.

“Mistress Meryn never said.”

At that moment, his mother swept into the room, her skirts billowing out behind her.

“Because I said so, Jeremiah,” she stated bluntly. “Merely a precaution.”

“One glass, mother,” proposed Jem, feeling to weary to argue with her.

“Two.”

“Fine.”

“Now, tell me why you’ve surprised us all by arriving three days early?” quizzed Meryn taking a seat on the couch facing the fireplace.

“My sixth sense told me we need to,” revealed Jem calmly.

“Does this have anything to do with the crow that you mentioned?” checked Stefan, passing Luna over to Meryn who had already lifted the baby’s bottle in preparation for feeding her.

Jem shrugged his slender shoulders, “Maybe. I can’t shake the feeling that it has something to do with Anna.”

“You could be right,” Meryn agreed as she settled her granddaughter on her lap. “Is this young lady walking yet?”

“Almost,” said Trine. “She’d rather crawl then pull herself up onto her feet.”

“Good,” stated Meryn. “Suggests that she’ll take her first steps while you are here. At least one major milestone we won’t miss.”

“Not tonight she won’t,” laughed Jem, brushing off the not-so-subtle jibe about missing Luna’s first birthday. In Meryn’s arms, the little girl was almost asleep.

“No rush,” agreed Meryn, gazing down at the little girl. “I can feel her magic in her.”

“Not yet,” whispered Trine.

“You can’t ignore it, and she mustn’t be untrained,” cautioned the older woman. “Not even at this tender age.”

When they returned to their rooms, both Trine and Jem were relieved to find that the rooms were warm and well-lit. Carefully, Jem laid their sleeping daughter down in her crib and snuggled the soft blankets round her. He placed her doll and her bunny either side of her then gently kissed her head.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

In her sleep, the little girl reached out and pulled her toys into her arms.

Next afternoon, while he was walking the ramparts, Jem heard the familiar command in his mind.

“My study now. Come alone.”

“On my way, mother,” he replied telepathically.

His mother’s study was noticeably tidier than usual. Gone were the piles and piles of books and documents that were usually littering her large desk, all returned to their rightful places on the shelves. The desk was neat and organised.

“What happened in here?” asked Jem as he perched on the edge of the desk and gazed round the room. “It isn’t chaos.”

“I lost something,” admitted Meryn slightly sheepishly.

“I’m more surprised you ever found anything,” laughed Jem.

“Very funny. I lost something I needed urgently. The quickest way to find it was a spell to put everything back in its rightful place. I’d tried a summoning spell, but it failed.”

“And when did this happen?”

“About an hour ago,” revealed Meryn. “But it worked. I found the book we need.”

“We?”

“Yes. It’s a book on to teach children under five about their magic,” Meryn replied. “You and Trine need it to help Luna.”

“No,” stated Jem firmly. “She’s only a baby.”

Taking a deep breath before replying, Meryn asked, “And are toys mysteriously moving on their own in her nursery? Are things turning up in unusual places? Has Luna herself turned up in a different place?”

Jem nodded, “Maybe you’re right but Trine won’t hear of it. We talked about this after you left. She says Luna is still too young.”

“And what do you think?”

“I don’t know…”

“Now is not the time for “don’t knows”, Jeremiah!” snapped his mother. “You need to teach Luna the basics just as much as you need to teach her to walk, feed herself, talk, read, write…”

“OK, I hear you,” he interrupted, not feeling in the mood to argue with his mother. In his heart, he knew she was right. “How do I teach her?”

“Pour us some wince and join me at the desk. We’ll look at this together,” suggested Meryn warmly. “It won’t be as hard as you think.”

On the eve of the Samhain Ball, the castle was a hive of activity. Last minute guests were still arriving, and the servants and footmen were kept busy preparing meals for everyone. The final preparations for the ball itself were taking priority over everything else. Once the final guests arrived, Stefan ordered that the castle be sealed from the outside world for forty-eight hours. With the dark angel still on the loose, he didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks with his guests’ safety.

While he was waiting for Trine to get ready to go to Stefan’s suite for supper, Jem sat on the floor playing with Luna. A pile of soft cubes lay scattered in front of the little girl. Every time Jem built them into a tower, she would knock them over, giggling as she did so.

“Your turn, princess,” said Jem, Handing her two of the cubes. “You build a tower, and I’ll knock it down.”

The little girl stared at him and shook her head.

“Come on. You can do it,” he encouraged.

Luna stared at him then clapped her hands together as she muttered some unintelligible baby babble.

The four cubes piled themselves up neatly.

Trying his best to disguise his surprise, Jem toppled the tower.

Before he could ask Luna to rebuild it, the four blocks were stacked again.

“Show off,” teased Jem, amazed at his tiny daughter’s magical ability. “Wait until your mummy sees this trick.”

“Sees what trick?” asked Trine appearing beside them.

“Luna, build a tower for mummy to knock down,” instructed Jem.

Again, the little girl clapped her hands as she repeated her babbling.

The four colourful cubes stacked themselves in a tower.

“Who taught her how to do that?” whispered Trine before adding, “Clever girl, Luna.”

“Not me.”

“Nor me,” replied Trine, her concern evident in her voice. “Let’s take those blocks with us and she can show her grandparents.”

A couple of hours alter after they had enjoyed their family supper, Jem sat Luna down on the rug in front of the fire with the four soft cubes. He built the first couple of towers, laughing with his daughter as she knocked them down.

“Your turn,” he said encouragingly. “You build a tower for Mamm-wynn.”

The little girl looked round at her grandmother then at her mother.

“Go on,” encouraged Jem softly.

A little hesitantly, the little girl clapped her hands as she babbled to herself. The blocks stacked themselves in a wobbly tower that fell the second Meryn touched it.

“Clever girl,” praised Meryn, beaming a proud smile at her granddaughter. “Which one of you taught her that?”

“Neither of us,” replied Trine. “Did you?”

“No,” said Meryn quietly.

Looking concerned, Stefan simply asked, “Who then? Or did the child know it instinctively?”

“I’d be surprised if that’s instinctive magic,” commented Meryn seriously. “Someone has to have taught her how to do that.”

The four adults sat staring at each other as Luna innocently cast her spell to stack her cubes once more. None of them dared to voice the thought that they were all sharing.

All thoughts of magic and toys were swept aside next day as everyone in the castle focused on the Samhain Ball. Costumes for the event were taken seriously. Details of each guest’s costume had to be submitted to the head of the household staff in advance to ensure that there was no duplication. The list was a closely guarded secret and not even Stefan was privy to it.

This year, Trine had decided to attend as the Frost Queen while Jem, with his rich brown earth tone wings, had been persuaded to dress as The Green Man, a character that suited him perfectly given his love of forests and the moors behind their home. Deciding on Luna’s costume had been more difficult as there were seldom children in attendance but eventually Trine decided that the little girl could go as a snowflake, to compliment her own costume.

When it came time to leave their chambers to go down to the great hall. Luna refused to let go of her rag doll. Every time either Jem or Trine tried to take it from her, she shouted, “No!”

“Let her take it with her,” said Jem calmly. “It’s not going to do any harm. It might help to keep her quiet.”

“I guess,” relented Trine, eyeing the doll that her daughter was clutching tightly to her chest. “Fine. The doll comes too. If she loses it, we can always cast a quick locating spell.”

“Exactly,” agreed Jem, shaking out his green layered cloak. “I feel like a walking tree in this.”

“That’s the whole idea,” laughed Trine, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “You are the Green Man after all.”

The buzz of conversation, music and laughter filled the castle’s great hall. A kaleidoscope of colourful costumes greeted the small family as they entered. Both of them had agreed that Luna was too young to wear a theatrical mask, so Trine had decorated the little girl’s cheeks with silver glittery stars as a token gesture. With their own masks in place, Jem led them into the heart of the room. Some of the guests were easier to identify than others and as they worked their way round in search of Meryn, they paused to exchange a few words with every guest. With Luna in her arms, Trine’s identity was instantly revealed. Jem, however, had more success in mingling among the crowd unrecognised.

Eventually, they found Meryn in one of the hall’s many alcoves deep in conversation with a vampire dressed as the devil. As soon as they heard the devil’s voice, Jem recognised him as the French vampire Jean-Claude.

“Ah, Mademoiselle Luna!” he exclaimed theatrically. “Such a beautiful baby. She has her mama’s eyes.”

“Merci, Jean-Claude,” replied Trine. Blushing slightly at his French charm. “Lovely to see you again. Did you convince your wife to travel with you this year?”

“Oui. Amelie is over by the fireplace.”

“I’ll go and find her,” said Trine as Luna began to squirm in her arms.

Stepping forward, Meryn, who was dressed as the night sky in midnight blue velvet speckled with silver to represent the stars, said, “Let me take her for a while. Go and mingle. I’ll happily use her as an excuse to stay here.”

“Thank you,” said Jem lifting his wriggling daughter from Trine’s arms and passing her to his mother. As he lifted her, the little girl dropped her rag doll.

The doll landed on the floor and appeared to shimmer for a moment as Luna let out a wail and began to reach for her fallen doll.

“Voila!” said Jean-Claude as he reached down and retrieved the doll before presenting it back to Luna.

“Thanks,” said Jem, smiling behind his mask. “She’s bound to lose that doll before the night is over.”

“I’ll keep them both safe,” promised Meryn. “Go and have fun. Dance with Trine. Let your hair down.”

“I don’t dance,” muttered Jem, eyeing the crowded dancefloor with suspicion.

“One dance,” begged Trine. “Just one.”

“Fine. If I must.”

From an alcove at the far side of the room, the dark angel, disguised as Oya, the Yoruba goddess of storms and transformation, scanned the room, her eyes swiftly landing on Jem. She had taken great care to alter her appearance under her elaborate deep red and purple costume. Quietly she prayed that she had done enough to make herself unrecognisable. The one guest who posed the greatest risk to her was the runner. If he sensed the presence of his sire, she wasn’t sure what he would do. It was a risk worth taking to enjoy a couple of hours of fun.

Adjusting her mask and gently swishing the horsehair whip by her side, Anna made her way round the room, helping herself to several goblets of the blood infused wine being freely offered to the guests by an army of servers. Mingling among the guests gave her a much-needed sense of normality. If life had taken a different path, this could have been her reality.

One of the guests, who had come as the Norse god Odin, complete with two live ravens, reached out to touch her arm.

“Care to dance?” he asked, grinning behind his one-eyed mask.

For a moment, Anna was tempted to decline but it had been over a century since she had last danced at a ball.

“I’d be delighted to,” she heard herself say in an unfamiliar voice as she allowed Odin to steer her towards the dancefloor.

The court musicians were playing a waltz as Odin slipped his hand around her slender waist. Allowing herself to get swept up in the moment, Anna was shoulder to shoulder with Jem before she realised it. Holding her breath for fear of being discovered, she watched him tense up for a moment then continue his awkward dance with Trine. As they waltzed away, Anna allowed herself to relax a little in Odin’s arms and to enjoy the rest of the dance.

When the dance was over, Odin thanked her then offered to fetch her some wine. Declining politely, Anna stepped away into the crowd of guests then kept to the shadows at the edge of the room until she had worked her way back round to where Meryn was sitting with a sleeping Luna on her lap.

“The doll? Where was the doll?” thought the dark angel, trying not to panic.

There was no sign of the rag doll in the sleeping child’s arms. If she couldn’t find the doll, Anna knew she could be in trouble. Just as she was beginning to think that she would need to try to find the family’s chambers and hide there, she spotted the dol lying on the floor in the folds of Meryn’s gown.

Looking up, she saw that Trine and Jem were walking straight towards her. Cursing herself for taking such risks, Anna whispered the incantation she had devised and disappeared.

On the floor, the doll shimmered unseen in the dark folds of material.

Carrying two goblets of wine, one for himself and one for his mother, Jem reached Meryn first. His eyes were momentarily drawn to something sparkling near the floor, but he dismissed it as one of the lights catching the glittering gems at the hem of his mother’s dress.

“Wine, mother?” he asked, offering out one of the goblets.

“Thank you,” said Meryn accepting the goblet gratefully. “This little angel fell asleep not long after you left us.”

“I really should take her back upstairs,” said Trine as she moved to stand with her back to the wall beside Meryn. “My father was asking where you were hiding. I think he is hoping to dance with you.”

“I’m fine here,” stated Meryn with a smile. “I never was a fan of these fancy balls.”

“What was it you said to me a short while ago?” mused Jem with a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. “Go and have some fun? Dance? Let my hair down?”

“Touche,” laughed his mother realising that she had been cornered. “I suppose I could spare Stefan one dance.”

“I think you’ll spare him more than one,” said Jem with a wink. He drained his wine and set the empty goblet on a nearby low table then reached to take his sleeping daughter into his arms.

“Where’s her doll?” asked Trine, knowing there would be hell to pay if the doll got lost.

“It was here earlier,” recalled Meryn. “We were playing with it before she fell asleep.”

Spotting the doll lying on the floor, Trine cried, “There it is! She must have dropped it when she fell asleep.”

“Ready to escape?” asked Jem hopefully.

Trine nodded.

Once back in their chambers, Jem had laid his sleeping daughter down in her crib. The little girl stirred and opened her eyes.

“Sh, princess,” whispered Jem. “Back to sleep.”

The little girl, more asleep than awake, reached out as if she was searching for something.

“Doll,” said Jem turning to Trine and pointing to the doll that was still tucked under her arm.

She tossed the small doll over to him. Swiftly, he placed it beside Luna then pulled her soft blanket round her. The little girl wriggled onto her side then curled up around the doll. As he went to step away, Jem heard Luna whisper one word.

“Anna.”

Continue the Story…Dawn (flash fiction)

She jumped from the train, rolling in the dust before coming to a stop. A sharp pain shot through her right ankle. Breathing heavily, she reached down and rubbed it as she flexed her foot. It didn’t appear to be broken. With a groan, she clambered to her feet, testing her weight on her throbbing ankle gingerly. Her backpack had come to rest about a hundred metres back down the track. Seconds before she jumped, she had thrown it out, knowing that her desire not to lose it would give her that final boost of confidence to make the leap.

Her heart was still pounding as she limped back up the track to retrieve it. As she hoisted it onto her back, she looked around her. Nothing but fields to be seen for miles. Field after field after field stretching across the flat landscape towards the horizon. Squinting into the early morning sunshine, she thought she could make out a road in the distance. With no better plan in mind, she headed down the shallow scree slope beside the tracks, climbed the barbed wire fence and set off through the field. Keeping to the boundary so as not to damage the crop planted there, she walked in the general direction of the road.

As she walked, she felt the weight of her past begin to lift. True, she was only twenty-three, but she had lived and endured more in her short life than most folk twice her age.

The fresh new day stretched before her as she mentally created a new identity for herself. The person she had been was gone. She’d left them on the train. Her future lay ahead beyond the fields.

“Dawn,” she thought. “My name is now Dawn.”

Letting the shadows fall behind, she kept walking.

Silently Watching Under A Waning Snow Moon

Pacing restlessly, Jem let out a long sigh. A week had passed since Luna’s naming ceremony; a week had passed since Anna’s great escape and for the entire time Stefan had ordered everyone to be confined to their rooms until all the missing prisoners were recaptured. They had received daily updates from Stefan or Meryn, who was assisting with the search, on the progress pf tracking down the missing vampires.

There had been twenty-one prisoners held in Level Zero. Within a few hours, seventeen of them had been found and returned to their newly re-enforced cells. The few who remained unaccounted for were deemed highly dangerous, with Anna named as the most dangerous of all. Her cell had been thoroughly searched but no clues to indicate how she managed to escape were found. To all intents and purposes, it looked as though she had just walked out the door. With all the Level Zero guards dead, there were no witnesses. Under questioning, the recaptured prisoners claimed that one of the guards had unlocked their cells. None of it was making any sense but Stefan was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Possibly the only positive to come out of the previous week was that Jem’s thirst had abated. With no one allowed to hunt, the servants had provided the vampires residing in the castle with blood on a daily basis, as well as wine. He had been relieved to discover that the animal blood that was being served was sufficient. It was still early days, but Jem was hopeful that his mother’s injections had calmed his Rabbia Sanguigna once and for all.

A knock at the door startled him back to the present. Without waiting to be invited in, Meryn entered the room.

“Mother,” greeted Jem. “Is everything ok?”

He noted that she looked tired and more than a little flustered.

“Better than it was a couple of hours ago,” she replied sinking down into one of the fireside chairs. “We recaptured two more prisoners. That just leaves two to find. Anna and a vampire called David.”

“Could they be together?” asked Trine passing the older woman a glass of blood infused wine.

“Unlikely but they may have left together,” she replied. “The search of the castle is complete and as of an hour ago Stefan has allowed some of the guests from Luna’s naming ceremony to leave. He’s also said that you’re free to move about the castle again but that no one is to leave to hunt.”

“Hallelujah!” declared Jem, his relief evident for both women to see. “Being trapped in here has been almost as bad as being in prison.”

“Well, you’re free to roam the ramparts again,” said his mother, empathising inwardly with her son’s frustration. “Stefan has invited you all to supper. He has Luna’s naming day gifts in his study ready for you to open them.”

“I’d almost forgotten about those,” admitted Trine, glancing over at her daughter who was asleep in her crib.

“I’m going to get some air,” declared Jem. “I’ll meet you at supper.”

“Be careful,” said Trine, inwardly still anxious at the thought of Anna being on the loose.

Breathing cold clean air stilled Jem’s restless soul. He paused halfway between their rooms and his mother’s tower. With each deep breath, he felt a growing sense of inner calm. He stretched his wings out behind him as he stretched his arms overhead, arching his back slightly. Gradually he felt the tension at being confined indoors begin to ease.

Gazing out over the snowcapped mountains stretching as far as the eye could see, Jem wondered where Anna was and how she had managed to escape, He had said nothing about hearing her voice in his mind. If her magic had been truly bound, she wouldn’t have been able to communicate with him. Part of him knew he should tell his mother, and another part refused to betray the dark angel.

Dusting snowflakes from his shoulders, Jem arrived at Stefan’s study a few minutes after his mother and Trine. He smiled when he saw Luna sitting on her grandfather’s la with her favourite bunny. When she saw him, she shrieked in delight.

“Someone is turning into a Daddy’s girl,” laughed Stefan, tickling the baby to make her giggle.

“Definitely,” agreed Trine smiling over at Jem. “How was your walk?”

“Cold,” replied Jem, stating the obvious. “Was good to be outdoors though. Good for the soul.”

“Just be cautious,” counselled Stefan, his tone filled with concern. “We’ve still no idea where our friend is or how she got out.”

“We are not spoiling this evening by talking about Anna,” interjected Meryn sharply. “This is family time and time for the young ones to open Luna’s gifts.”

“Exactly,” agreed Stefan. “Jem, would you be so good as to refill everyone’s glass, please, then you can start opening gifts?”

Once they started to unwrap the gifts, they were soon surrounded by a growing pile of varied items. There were several pieces of jewellery, an ornate hairbrush, comb and handheld mirror that looked to be several hundred years old, multiple jewellery boxes and three rather creepy looking China dolls.

Picking up a small rectangular parcel, Jem said, “I wish people had put gift tags on these.”

“That’s forbidden,” replied Trine, who was sitting on the floor among the discarded wrapping paper with Luna propped up on the floor in front of her.

“Why?”

“Not all vampire families are wealthy,” began Meryn, “It helps those who can only afford a small gift to save face amongst their peers.”

“I guess that makes sense,” admitted Jem, tearing the dark blue paper from the gift he was holding. It fell away to reveal a blue leather-bound journal. Instantly he recognised it for what it was. “Mother…”

“Oh!” gasped Meryn as he eyes fell on the book, “How on earth?”

“She must have been at the naming ceremony,” commented Jem, passing the book to his mother.

“But how?” asked Meryn, accepting the book from him. As soon as her fingers touched it, she could feel the book’s energy.

“What’s going on here?” asked Stefan, baffled by the cryptic conversation going on around him.

“Anna must have been at Luna’s naming ceremony,” said Meryn calmly. “This gift proves it.”

“How?”

“It’s her mother’s grimoire.”

One Tiny Star (100 word flash fiction)

Sitting on the edge of the patio step, allowing the darkness to envelop her like a favourite blanket, she looked up.

Everything as she knew it had ended. She felt lost and alone. The future…her future…her life…lay before her and it terrified her.

A single star shone brightly above the trees. She sat watching it in silence.

It was the only star in the sky visible to the naked eye.

If that tiny star could shine so brightly in the darkness, then so could she.

Taking a deep breath, she took a last look at the star and went indoors.

Miracle at Christmas – A Fresh Start for Jenny(short “Hallmark” story)

Last December

Snow was falling steadily in huge fluffy flakes as Jenny stepped down from the Greyhound bus. Miracle, population 1633, the sign outside of town had read. Well, she needed a miracle so on a whim, she had got off instead of staying on board all the way to Boston. It was late afternoon and Main Street in the small town was bustling with activity. Spying a sign for a coffee shop across the street, Jenny decided that that would be the perfect place to start to figure things out. She needed to pull together a plan and fast.

A few moments later, she stood outside the small, welcoming coffee shop. She smiled at the name, The Funky Bean, then a sign in the window caught her eye – “Help wanted. Apply at the counter.”

“Be with you in a moment,” called over the woman as she fought with some of the controls on the coffee machine. “Damn thing’s jammed,”

“Take your time,” said Jenny, then recognising the model of the coffee machine, added, “Turn the knob on the right anticlockwise then quickly flip it clockwise. That should clear it.”

“You think?”

Jenny nodded. While she had been in college, she had worked as a barista in a local coffee shop that had had the same machine with the same tendency to malfunction at the most inconvenient moments.

“Hey! That worked!” squealed the woman in delight. “How did you know to try that?”

“Magic,” teased Jenny with a wink. “Last place I worked had the same machine. It always did that if I’d had a run on cappuccinos.”

“Thank you! Saved me calling the engineer. This coffee is on me. What can I get for you, life saver?”

Deciding to push her luck a bit, Jenny replied, “A caramel latte and a job.”

“A job?”

“I saw the sign on the way in,” she explained. “I’ve just arrived in town. I’m kind of hoping this place lives up to its name.”

Passing her an application form and a pen, Rebecca introduced herself as the owner. “Grab a table and I’ll bring your latte over. If it stays quiet, I’ll join you and we can talk about the job.”

“Thank you.”

By the time Rebecca came over with two lattes, Jenny had completed the application form and retrieved a copy of her resume from her backpack.

“Impressive,” commented Rebecca as she read it over. “English graduate? I’d have thought a job in the high school or the library was more suitable for you.”

“Are they hiring?” asked Jenny directly.

“Well, no… not as far as I know,” Rebecca conceded. “And you worked as a barista for four years?”

“Yes, ma’am. Worked all through school. I also spent two summers before that working in the local ice cream parlour. That involved hot coffees as well as iced ones.”

“And I can call your referees?”

Jenny nodded.

“OK. How about a two-week trial?” Rebecca proposed. “And if that works out, we’ll make it all permanent.”

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow at eight,” said Rebecca warmly. “Where are you staying while you’re here?”

“A room or an apartment is next on my list,” Jenny admitted. “I came here straight from the bus. Is there a motel or a boarding house in Miracle?”

“No motels,” began Rebecca. “A few of the locals rent out rooms.” She paused then revealed, “I own the two apartments over the shop. My brother lives in the larger one but the studio apartment is currently vacant. My last renter moved back west a couple of months back. It’s not much but its clean.”

“How much?”

“It’s only partially furnished…call it five hundred a month with a month’s rent up front as a bond.”

“Thank you. This town really is living up to its name.”

“Thank me after you’ve seen it,” joked Rebecca. “I’m closing up in an hour, so I’ll take you upstairs then and show you around.”

Flicking on the lights, Rebecca led Jenny into the studio apartment. It was a generous loft style space with a kitchen at one end and a round dining table in the corner between two of the apartment’s huge windows. Two couches set out in an L-shape created a lounge area.

“The bedroom’s through here,” explained Rebecca, opening one of two doors on the right-hand wall. “Sorry the furniture is a bit old-fashioned. It came from my grandmother’s house. I couldn’t bear to part with it. Bathroom is through the other door. It was remodelled last summer.”

“This is perfect,” sighed Jenny. “I love it. Thank you.”

Holding out the key, Rebecca smiled, “You’re welcome and thanks for paying the rent up front. I’ll leave you to settle in. There’s a food store on the corner of Main and Park, two blocks over. There’s a big ACME out on the highway about three miles west of town or there’s a Walmart out by the outlets.”

“Local store will be fine for now.”

“It’s well-stocked. You should be able to get all you need there. Tom’s open until eight so you’ve time to grab some essentials tonight,” explained Rebecca. “If you need anything, you’ve got my number. Or my brother, David, is just across the hallway. Otherwise, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once alone in the apartment, Jenny wandered round drinking it all in. This town really was well-named. Within an hour, she had a job and a place to live for at least a month. Suddenly she felt exhausted as a weight lifted from her slender shoulders.

Wearily, she carried her backpack through to the bedroom then decided to go back out to the store before unpacking. Her stomach was grumbling, and it dawned on her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

Tom’s General Store was quiet when she entered. Lifting a basket from the stack at the entrance, Jenny walked up and down the aisles, picking up some essentials to tide her over for a few days. Even although she’d found a job, she still needed to budget carefully. She had some savings but in her heart, she knew that they would only last for so long. When she approached the counter to pay, a large basket of plush toys caught her eye. Smiling, she picked up a small, soft white rabbit with a red scarf round its neck and on a whim added it to her basket.

Behind the counter, a young guy was tidying up a display of lollipops. When he saw her, he smiled, “Hi. You find everything you need?”

“Yes, thanks,” replied Jenny, passing him the basket.

“You new in town or just passing through? Haven’t seen you in here before.”

“New. Just arrived this afternoon. I’m going to be working over at The Funky Bean.”

“Sweet. Glad to hear Rebecca’s finally hired someone,” he replied. “I’m Rudy, by the way. My dad owns this place. Was my Grandfather Tom’s store before him.”

“Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you, Jenny,” said Rudy flashing her another smile. “That’ll be forty-four dollars and ten cents.”

Shyly, Jenny handed him forty-five dollars. As he passed her the change, Rudy plucked one of the lollipops from the stand. “Your change and a lollipop on the house. Welcome to Miracle, Jenny.”

“Thank you.”

Just as she reached the door, Rudy called over, “Mine’s an Americano with an extra shot.”

“I’ll remember that,” she replied with a smile. “Night.”

“Have a lovely evening.”

Snow was still falling as she walked back to the apartment, but Jenny was oblivious to its chill. For the first tome in weeks, she felt calm and relaxed and had a good feeling about her future. Everything was falling into place and she secretly hoped that she’d just made a friend.

At five minutes before eight the next morning, Jenny entered The Funky Bean, ready for her first shift. A festive aroma of coffee, gingerbread and cinnamon greeted her. Instantly she felt queasy and began to panic that she might actually be sick.

“Morning, Jenny,” greeted Rebecca brightly, then noticing how pale her new start looked, asked, “You ok?”

“First day nerves,” replied Jenny, forcing a weak smile. “I’ll be fine. Oh, and good morning.”

“Hang your jacket through in my office at the back. You can leave your purse there too. The door’s locked when we’re open so its safe,” said Rebecca. “Then I’ll give you the tour. We open at eight thirty.”

By the time the closed sign was flipped over to open, Jenny had had a whirlwind tour of where everything was and had had a crash course on how to work the register. It all felt straightforward and similar to the last place she had worked.

Their first customer was Cooper, the local police chief. He introduced himself as “a flat white and a blueberry muffin to go” then welcomed her to Miracle. He was the first in a steady stream of breakfast regulars. Some opted to sit at a table for a leisurely breakfast while others were in a rush to get to work and needed their order to go. Working alongside Rebecca was easy, and the two women swiftly fell into a routine behind the counter that kept the orders flowing. There was barely time to catch their breath before the mid-morning rush and then the lunchtime rush.

“Why don’t you take your break now?” suggested Rebecca a t two o’clock. “When you get back, I’ll run to the bank then sort you out with some Funky Bean tees to wear. What size are you? Small? Medium?”

“Eh…faltered Jenny. “I like my tees pretty loose so large would be good.”

“Ok,” nodded Rebecca, her sixth sense twitching.

Late afternoon, Rebecca handed her three black tees with the Funky Bean logo on them, “Sorry.  Best I could do was medium. I’m out of large but I’ll order more large tonight. We sell the tees here too. Kids love them.”

“Thanks,” said Jenny. “Want me to change into one just now?”

“It’s cool. Save it for tomorrow’s shift.”

After more than ten hours on her feet, Jenny felt utterly exhausted as she climbed the stairs up to her apartment. It had been a good first day though. A large dog came bounding down the stairs towards her.

“Goliath!” yelled a voice from above. “Get back up here!”

Jenny froze as the huge dog stopped in front of her and began to nudge her with its nose. Instinctively, she put a protective hand over her stomach.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” apologised a young auburn-haired woman. “You must be Jenny. I’m Holly, David’s girlfriend, and this fuzz butt is Goliath. Rebecca never mentioned that you were pregnant.”

“Hi,” said Jenny shyly. “I haven’t told her yet. Please don’t say anything. I need this job.” Then her hormones took control, and she burst into tears.

“Hey, no need to cry,” consoled Holly softly.

“I’m sorry,” apologised Jenny, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “It’s such a mess. I know I should’ve told Rebecca…”

“Sh,” interrupted Holly, grabbing Goliath’s collar. “Come upstairs with me. I’ve just ordered pizza. Let’s share it and you can tell me all about this “mess”. A Mess shared is a mess halved or something like that.”

Over a large pepperoni and an apple juice, Jenny explained that she was six months pregnant. She thought she had had the perfect partner then she had discovered that he had a wife and twin boys in LA and had been lying to her all along. As soon as she had told him she was pregnant, he had called her all the stupid bitches under the sun and left her. He had blocked her number and ignored her emails for six weeks then out of the blue, she had a cheque from his lawyer with clear instructions not to name him on the birth certificate or attempt to contact him ever again.

“What a douchebag!” exclaimed Holly, Passing her pizza crust to Goliath.

“I feel like such an idiot for falling for him.”

“We’ve all done it at one time or another,” said Holly. “But you need to be honest with Rebecca. She needs to know about the baby.”

“But she’ll fire me!”

Holly shook her head, “Trust me, She won’t.”

“She won’t what?” asked a male voice from the doorway.

“Jenny, this is David, Rebecca’s brother,” introduced Holly. “David, this is Jenny, your sister’s new barista.”

“Hi,” he said warmly. “Nice to meet you. Rebecca was singing your praises when I spoke to her earlier. “I hear we’re neighbours too. So, what won’t she do here?”

“Fire Jenny,” replied Holly.

“Why would she fire you?” he asked looking puzzled.

“Because I haven’t told her I’m pregnant,” answered Jenny.

“Holly’s right. She won’t fire you, but I agree, you need to tell her. Honesty’s the best policy here. Rebecca will understand.”

“I hope you’re both right.”

Next morning as she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing one of the Funky Bean tees, Jenny realised she would have no choice but to tell her boss. The medium tee clung tightly round her middle accentuating her small but perfectly shaped baby bump. Praying that Holly and David were right, she headed downstairs to the coffee shop.

“Morning!” called out Rebecca as she heard the door open and close.

“Morning, boss,” greeted Jenny. “Before I start can I talk to you about something? It’s something I should have mentioned.”

Turning round, Rebecca immediately spotted what her new recruit wanted to talk about and smiled to herself, noting that her sixth sense had been right.

“You mean about being pregnant?”

“You knew?” gasped Jenny, her eyes wide.

“I had a strong hunch,” admitted Rebecca with a smile. “When’s baby due?”

“Second week in March.”

“Congratulations! There’s a great day care place beside the church. I don’t think the waiting list is too long. If you register now, you should be able to get a place …if you want to that is,” gushed Rebecca. “I’ll introduce you to a good doctor too. She comes in every Thursday afternoon for a decaf cappuccino and a slice of banana bread.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No! Why would I be?” laughed Rebecca, coming to give her a hug. “David didn’t tell you, did he?”

“Tell me what?”

“I’ve been there. My son’s away at college. He’s nineteen now.”

“But you don’t look old enough!”

“I was sixteen when I had him,” revealed Rebecca. “Long story for another day but I’m not about to fire you for being pregnant or make you homeless.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank me by getting this place ready for opening up,” said Rebecca giving her another hug. “We’ll work this out. Promise.”

“This town really is well named!”

One of Jenny’s first customers for the day was Rudy, the boy from the grocery store. Smiling shyly at him, she said, “Americano with an extra shot?”

“Well remembered,” he praised, grinning back at her, “Can I have it to go, please? I need to get to work.”

“Sure. That’ll be three ninety-five.”

Handing her a five-dollar bill, he said, “Keep the change.”

“Thanks.”

As she prepared his coffee, she was acutely aware that Rudy was watching her every move. When she turned round and passed him his coffee, he asked, “What tome do you finish work?”

“Six.”

“I was wondering,” he begam awkwardly. “Would you like to see a movie tonight? The movie theatre is showing vintage Christmas films. It’s Gremlins tonight.”

“Rudy, I’d love to but I need to be straight with you,” replied Jenny, acutely aware of the baby kicking her hard in the ribs.

“I sense a but coming here,” he sighed looking disappointed, “If you’re seeing someone else…”

“I’m not,” interrupted Jenny. “But I was a few months ago and…well… I’m pregnant.”

“So I see but I’d still like to take you to the movies.”

“I’d like that,” she replied, smiling across the counter at him.

“Great. I’ll pick you up here at seven. Film starts at seven thirty.”

“See you then.”

Miracle’s movie theatre was a quaint old-fashioned cinema and when the film reached the scene where the gremlins were watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Jenny began to giggle.

“Feels a but like they could be in here,” she whispered to Rudy.

“It does kind of,” he laughed softly. “This is one of my favourite Christmas films.”

“Mine too.”

It was snowing again when they came out of the theatre.

“I’ll walk you home,” offered Rudy, pulling on his stripy beanie.

“It’s only a couple of blocks. I’ll be fine,” insisted Jenny.

“I insist,” he stated then reached out to take her hand. “Tonight’s been fun.”

“It has,” she agreed, a warm tingly feeling spreading through her as their hands connected.

“Next week, as its Christmas week, they’re playing It’s A Wonderful Life. If you like, we could go.”

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. Let’s go on the 23rd. Unless of course, you have plans.”

Jenny laughed, “Plans? I only know three people here other than you. I’ve no plans for anything anytime soon.”

“You’ll soon make friends,” he assured her. “But until you get sick of my company, I’m happy to hang out with you.”

“Thanks,” she said, squeezing his hand then half under her breath added, “Could do with a friend.”

“I heard that and I’m happy to be your friend. I like you. Like you a lot, Jenny.”

“I like you too but I’m not looking for a relationship. I mean who wants a relationship with someone like me!”

“Don’t put yourself down like that!”

“I’m being honest. Single and pregnant with a married man’s child isn’t an attractive look. Once the baby arrives, I’ll have my hands full and there won’t be any time for dating.”

“As long as you’ve time for a friend.”

“Always!”

Valentine’s Day

Pulling her XXL Funky Bean tee over her head, Jenny groaned as the baby kicked her had in her already tender ribcage. There were still four weeks to go until her due date and as she pulled her tee down over her huge baby bump, she wondered just how much bigger she was going to get.

Since she had arrived in Miracle, life had been good. Thanks to Rebecca, she had been connected with a fabulous doctor and had arrange day care for the baby. There had been a lot of debate between her and Rebecca over maternity leave and they had eventually compromised at six weeks off followed by twelve weeks of half-shifts. Both Holly and David had proved to be great neighbours, especially David who had helped her to transport the crib she had bout second-hand and had carried it up to the apartment for her. One afternoon between Christmas and New Year, Holly had introduced Jenny to her Granma who had instantly adopted her. Granma had been busy ever since and had made her two beautiful, crocheted baby blankets plus a pile of handknitted hats, mittens and cardigans.

The highlight of her week was still movie night with Rudy. Every Monday, they went to see whatever film was showing that week then on a Wednesday they went to the weekly quiz night at The Double, making up a team of four with Holly and David. Friday’s quickly became pizza night. When he had finished at the store, Rudy would bring pizza over and they would watch TV together. It was a simple life and one that Jenny hadn’t dared to dream about when she had stepped of the bus all those weeks ago.

“Morning,” called out Rebecca when she heard Jenny arrive.

“Morning, boss.”

“You ok, honey? You sound tired.”

“I didn’t sleep much last night. Couldn’t get comfortable. This one was so restless,” admitted Jenny, rubbing her hard baby bump. “I must have lain twisted. My back is so sore this morning.”

“Grab yourself a decaf and a breakfast muffin and sit for a bit before we open,” instructed Rebecca, noting that the girl’s bump looked lower than it had the day before.

“Thanks. I think I will.”

By twelve thirty, the Funk Bea was packed, Every table was occupied and there were three customers waiting to be served, In the run up to Valentine’s Day, Rebecca had been advertising that customers would get a heart shaped cookie with every order. Word had spread and the shop had been busy all morning,

“Two lattes and a cappuccino,” said Rebecca, passing the ticket to Jenny.

“On it,” she replied with a grimace.

“Back still bothering you?”

Jenny nodded, “Achy and kind of tight feeling every now and then. I’ll be fine once the rush is over.”

“Once you’ve poured those, go and take your lunch break. I can handle things for an hour.”

“Thanks.”

As she passed the cups along the counter to Rebecca, Jenny felt a warm wetness soaking through her leggings. At first, she thought she’d spilled something than a realisation hit her just as the first strong contraction gripped her.

“Rebecca!” she cried. “I think the baby’s coming.”

Everyone in the coffee shop turned to stare at her.

“Ok,” said Rebecca calmly. “Coffee will need to wait.” Then she turned to her customer and announced, “Folks, we need to close up. Baby incoming.”

Despite Jenny’s protests, Rebecca insisted on shutting up shop and driving her across town to the local hospital. Jenny had called ahead and her midwife, Tara, was waiting for them when they arrived.

“How far apart are your pains?” she asked as she ushered them both into the delivery room that she had prepared,

“About three minutes,” replied Rebecca before Jenny could answer. “They established pretty quickly too.”

“Ok, Jenny, let’s get you into something more comfortable and I’ll examine you,” said Tara, calmly taking charge.

“I’m scared,” whispered Jenny as Rebecca helped her to get changed into a gown. “It’s too early.”

“It’ll be fine,” assured Rebecca. “Trust me. Everything will be ok.”

When she examined her a few minutes later, Tara commented, “You must have been labouring for a while, honey. You’re pretty much fully dilated.”

“Is that good?”

“Very,” assured the midwife. “Let me just get the doctor to write up some pain meds for you. I’ll be right back.”

“I was to get a spinal.”

“No time for that, I’m afraid. If I was a gambling person, I’d say baby will be here in less than an hour.”

“Less than an hour!”

“Yup. Stay calm. I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“I can’t do this!” wailed Jenny, a wave of panic crashing through her as another strong contraction gripped her.

“Yes, you can,” countered Rebecca firmly. “You’re doing great.”

“Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, honey. I’ll be right here beside you.”

As predicted by the experienced midwife, with a piercing wail, Jenny’s baby came into the world forty-five minutes later. The baby was a little girl with a shock of thick dark hair.

“Congratulations. You have a beautiful baby daughter,” announced Tara, laying the baby straight onto Jenny’s chest. “And she’s absolutely perfect.”

Tears glistening on her cheeks, Jenny gently stroked her tiny daughter’s back, marvelling at how perfect she was.

“Let’s get that cord clamped and cut then we’ll get little miss checked over,” said Tara efficiently.

Jenny nodded as the midwife reached for the cord scissors.

“Rebecca, would you like to do the honours?” Tara asked, holding out the scissors.

“Please,” encouraged Jenny, looking up at her friend.

“I’d be honoured to.”

Later that evening, Jenny was propped up in her hospital bed with the baby sleeping soundly in a crib beside here when there was a knock at the door. Before she could say that it was ok to enter, the door opened and Rudy stepped into the room carrying a bouquet of flowers, a big pink ballon and a soft plush teddy bear.

“Hi,” he said shyly. “I heard your news. Congratulations!”

“Hi, yourself,” replied Jenny smiling at her friend. “Sorry I meant to message you, but I fell asleep. Sounds like news travels fast around here.”

“Well, going into labour in a packed coffee shop kind of accelerated the news,” laughed Rudy, giving her a hug, then turning his attention to the baby, said, “She’s cute. Love the hair. Budding rockstar with that haircut!”

Jenny giggled, “It’s a lot of hair for a little girl, that’s for sure.”

“You got a name for her yet?”

“I was thinking Lily.”

“I like that. She looks like a Lilly,” Rudy approved. “And are you ok?”

Jenny nodded, “A bit tired and sore. Doctors says we can probably go home the day after tomorrow. They want to keep an eye on her for forty-eight hours because she was a few weeks early. She’s doing great though. Her weight was good. Seven pounds ten ounces. She’s breathing fine and feeding ok too.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, stroking the baby’s tiny hand. “We’ll need to rethink our movie nights now. How do weekly DVD nights sound instead? I’ll bring the soda and the popcorn.”

“They sound great,” said Jenny softly. “But only if you’re sure. I’m kind of a package deal here now.”

“I’m sure,” said Rudy coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking her small hand in his, he added, “I’d like to see more of you. More of you both.”

“More of me? Like dating?”

Rudy nodded, “I didn’t want to say before. I felt kind of awkward. Didn’t know how you’d feel about dating while you were pregnant…” He faltered, “Shit! I had this all rehearsed in my head on the way up in the elevator.”

She giggled at his nervousness. “I’d love to spend more time with you. Let’s take this slow and see where it goes.”

“That works for me.”

Christmas Eve

Snow had been falling steadily over Miracle all day, causing chaos as everyone rushed to get ready for Christmas. Business in The Funky Bean was brisk, with most customers only too glad to get in out of the cold. Working as a team, Rebecca and Jenny were serving up coffees and cookies and ensuring that the empty tables were swiftly cleared away and wiped down ready for the next customer.

“Remember day care shuts at twelve,” prompted Rebecca at eleven thirty.

“I’ll run over and pick up Lily in ten minutes,” replied Jenny as poured another Funky Bean Festive latte. “Are you sure its ok to bring her back here?”

“Of course.”

“Rudy’s finishing at two. He’ll swing by and pick her up then.”

“It’s fine. She can sit in one of the baby chairs with a cookie til he gets here. Plus, you know that our regulars love her to bits. You’ve a whole coffee shop of sitters here.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” laughed Jenny. “I think Auntie Rebecca loves her being her just a little bit too.”

Rebecca laughed and turned to serve the next customer.

Fortunately, there was a lull in things a few minutes later. Seizing the chance, Jenny grabbed her coat and dashed across to the day care centre to collect her daughter. The snow was gradually easing off, having blanketed the town in at least six inches since breakfast time. When she entered the day care centre, Jenny was a little embarrassed to discover that Lily was the last child there.

“Sorry,” she apologised. “Work’s been busy. I couldn’t get away before now.”

“It’s fine, Jenny,” assured Maggie, the owner. “We’re open for another hour or so. If you hadn’t made it over, I’d have dropped her off to you on my way home.”

“Thanks, Maggie,” said Jenny as she wrestled Lily into her fuchsia pink snowsuit. “What would I do without you? I still can’t believe how kind everyone has been to me this past year. Miracle sure has lived up to its name.”

“No need to thank me, honey.”

Hoisting Lily into her arms, Jenny said, “Have a fabulous Christmas. I’ve a couple of extra days off so we’ll see you on the 29th.”

“Hope you have a lovely Christmas, and that Santa Claus spoils this little angel.”

“I suspect he might,” laughed Jenny before heading back out into the snow.

Things had started to quieten down by the time she arrived back at The Funky Bean with Lily. Quickly, she took off her coat and beanie, then extricated Lily from the snowsuit and secured her in once of the café’s colourful plastic baby chairs.

“I’ve made Miss Lily her favourite babyccino,” said Rebecca passing Jenny a sippy cup and a snowman cookie.

“Thanks,” she replied. “Miss Lily loves your babyccinos.”

Spying her favourite red cup, Lily squealed with delight as she reached out to grab it.

“Don’t snatch, Lily,” scolded Jenny firmly. “Say thank you to Auntie Rebecca.”

The little girl giggled and smiled at Rebecca.

“She’ll say it soon enough,” said Rebecca. “Can you please clear those tables at the back? I want to run the dishwasher and can squeeze those mugs in.”

Lunch trade was steady and before Jenny realised it, it was after two o’clock. Only two more hours to go until closing time. Next time the door opened, sending an icy blast through the place, it was to allow Rudy to enter.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he called out cheerfully. “Have I time to grab a sandwich before I take Lily upstairs?”

“Of course,” said Jenny. “Haul her over to that empty table and I’ll bring your order over. Festive feast good on wholegrain good for you?”

“Perfect,” he replied. “And a coffee.”

“Americano with an extra shot on the way.”

Since Lily’s arrival on Valentine’s Day, Jenny and Rudy had barely been apart. They had naturally slipped into an easy relationship, accommodating the baby into their dates as often as was possible. Once a month, Rebecca would watch Lily while they went to the movie theatre, affording them a few precious hours alone. Having a baby in the mix wasn’t the ideal way to begin a serious relationship but it hadn’t stopped them falling in love.

With the last customer served, all tables wiped down and the dishwasher running, it was finally time to head home for the holidays. As they locked up The Funky Beam, Rebecca asked, “What time are you going to Holly’s Granma’s tomorrow?”

“Granma said to be there for two,” replied Jenny, slipping her hands into her pink mittens.

Both Holly and David had insisted that Jenny and Lily join them for their family Christmas get together at Holly’s grandmother’s. It was a double celebration as Christmas Day was also Holly’s birthday.

“I’ll be there by one thirty,” promised Rebecca. “I need to be there early to ice Holly’s birthday cake. It’s easier to do it there rather than have to drive over balancing it in the car. I’ll see you there.”

“See you tomorrow.”

When she reached her front door, Jenny could hear her daughter giggling and Rudy singing Jingle Bells, slightly out of tune. As she entered, they both looked up and Lily came crawling over to her.

“Hey, baby,” greeted Jenny scooping her up into her arms. “You been having fun?”

“She’s been great,” said Rudy getting to his feet. “Think she’s ready for a nap though.”

Right on cue, Lily yawned and rubbed her eyes before snuggling into her mother’s neck.

“Come on, tired girl. Let’s put you in your crib for a sleep.”

It only took her a few minutes to settle the little girl and when she returned to the living room, the space had been transformed into a cosy Christmas scene. Rudy had lit several candles, put on some Christmas music, dimmed the lights and poured them both a glass of champagne.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” he said, handing her a glass.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” replied Jenny sitting on the couch beside him. “You didn’t need to go to all this trouble.”

“Well, I thought we could do Christmas just now. I need to go to my parents’ house tonight. You know what they are like.”

“I know,” nodded Jenny, although deep down she didn’t. Her family had never been close.

“Dad’s a stickler for tradition,” continued Rudy. “He loves having the whole family home over the holidays.”

“I get it.”

“Hopefully next year you and Lily can come too.”

“But we’re not family,” began Jenny, wishing that she was part of Rudy’s big loving family.

“Look in your glass,” he prompted quietly.

At the bottom of the glass, among the bubbles, Jenny could see something sparkling.

“Oh!”

“Jenny, will you and Lily marry me?”

Tears sparkling in her eyes, she replied, “Yes. Yes, we will.”

“cue film credits” … Hallmark moment

And they all lived happily ever after in a little town called  Miracle.

The Measly Jar of Motivation – Daisy

Despite the number of art classes that she taught in a week, Friday evening’s, at the close of the day, were Daisy’s favourite. For the past few years, she had willingly given up her time to teach a class at the local hospital. There were no age or ability stipulations, resulting in the class attracting a wide range of students. It ran on a drop-in format so from one week to the next, she never knew who was going to be there.

Balancing her large plastic craft boxes in her arms, Daisy headed down the hallway to the lounge that she had been allocated for the class.

“Allow me to open your door for you,” offered a young man chivalrously as she stood struggling to balance the boxes on one arm.

“Thanks,” she replied with a smile as she sidestepped past him into the room.

“Is this the art group?” he asked shyly.

“Yes, it is but class isn’t for another half hour. I’m just in early to set things up.”

“Need a hand?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

As they set up each workstation with the requisite arts and crafts supplies, they chatted about the class and the type of mediums it was able to offer the budding artists. From the plastic wristband just visible under the cuff of his sweatshirt, Daisy confirmed that he was a patient. When she had started teaching the classes, she had been asked not to ask the patients why there were in hospital. Many of them, usually older women, openly told her but she sensed that there was something this young man was hiding, and she respected his privacy.

“I’ll be back in five,” he said a few minutes before the class was due to start. “Save me a space.”

“Of course,” replied Daisy. “And thanks for the help to get set up.”

“Pleasure,” he said as he flashed her a smile.

True to his words, he returned just as the class was starting. He sat quietly working on a small sketch for the two hours and at the end of class he handed it to her.

“For you,” he said shyly.

It was a beautiful drawing of a daisy.

“Thank you.”

Each week for the next six weeks, he was there waiting for her. They fell into an easy routine where he helped her to set up the room then nipped away for a few minutes before returning to take part in the class. Out of all the students/patients that she had taught, his sketches showed the most talent. Some weeks he would paint but mainly he preferred to sketch. After a couple of weeks, he asked if he could borrow some supplies to use during the week. Without hesitation, Daisy gave him a sketch pad, a box of pencils, some paints and a couple of brushes.

One Friday, the hallway was empty when she arrived and there was no sign of him in the class either. Her heart sank a little. She’d been looking forward to their Friday catch up all week. As time had passed, they’d formed a friendship that she secretly hoped they could continue when he was no longer one of the patients. It suddenly struck her that he’d never told her his name.

“Oh well,” she thought as she passed out the art supplies to the rest of the group. “Perhaps he went home.”

Two hours later, as she was packing up, Daisy became aware of someone standing in the doorway. It was a middle-aged man, but he had a familiar look about him. He was holding a sketch pad and a bag of art supplies.

“Hi,” she said with a smile. “Class is over for tonight. Sorry.”

“I came to give you these back,” said the man stepping into the room. “And to say thank you.”

“Thank you? I don’t understand,” began Daisy then the penny suddenly dropped. These were the art supplies that she had loaned to her missing student.

“My son passed away this afternoon. Cancer. Allergic reaction to his new meds caused a cardiac arrest they say,” the man’s eyes filled with tears as his words faltered.

“Oh, I am so so sorry,” gushed Daisy reaching out to touch the man’s arm.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, “You’re the first person I’ve told.” He paused then cleared his throat before continuing, “Storm loved your classes. They were all he talked about these past few weeks. He hadn’t painted in a long time, but you gave that pleasure back to him.”

“He was very talented,” complimented Daisy, thinking to herself that Storm had been the perfect name for him.

“He had made you something. Think he had been planning to bring it along tonight. Thought I better pass it on,” he paused. “And return the art things.”

“He made something for me?”

Storm’s father nodded as he handed her the sketchpad and the bag. “It’s in the pencil box.”

Accepting the things, all Daisy could think to say was, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’d best be going. Family to call. Arrangements to sort out. Nice meeting you.”

He turned to leave, adding quietly, “A parent should never have to bury their child.”

“No, they shouldn’t,” empathised Daisy, remembering her own young daughter’s white coffin vividly. “Can you please let me know the arrangements when you have them? I’d like to pay my respects.”

He nodded then turned and walked down the hallway, shoulders slumped, and gaze lowered.

Feeling her own emotions in turmoil, Daisy set the things down on the table. On impulse, she flicked through the sketchpad. It was filled with sketches…sketches of her! Each one had a daisy emblem hidden in it somewhere. In one it was a flower in her hair; in another it was a flower on her T-shirt. Closing the book, she reached into the bag for the pencil box. Inside the box, nestled among the pencils she found a flat blue stone.  It was a lapis lazuli palm stone. Turning it over, she saw that Storm had painted a tiny daisy chain round the edges and in the centre had written “A little pocket hug from me to you.”

Tears flowed silently down her cheeks as she slipped the stone into her jeans’ pocket.

Silently Watching Upon a Hunter’s Moon

Staring down at the lifeless homeless girl, Jem ran his hands through his hair and groaned. He could feel her blood coursing through him, taking the edge off his Rabbia Sanguigna.

“If only it would last,” he thought to himself as he tucked her stinking nylon sleeping bag round her corpse. With a click, the flame of his lighter danced in the dark. He touched it to the sleeping bag then transported himself away before the flames caught.

A few minutes later, he touched down in the courtyard outside the beach hut, just as dawn was breaking.

The girl had been the seventh person he’d taken in the past four weeks.

“Jeremiah.”

“Mother.”

“Walk with me before you go inside,” instructed Meryn, her tone leaving no room for him to decline.

Together they walked in silence along the narrow coastal path, the full Hunter’s Moon lighting their way until they reached the bridge. Stepping off the path and into the shadows cast by the stand of trees, Meryn indicated that he should follow.

“Where have you been?” she asked him directly.

“Hunting,” he replied evasively.

“Don’t even try to lie, Jeremiah,” she began, her voice echoing with concern. “I can smell human blood on you…and not for the first time lately.”

An uneasy silence descended upon them before Jem said quietly, “Mother, I think I need your help, I can’t control the thirst.”

“Drinking from that human with Trine started this, didn’t it?”

Jem nodded.

“How many?”

“The girl tonight was the seventh,” he confessed, bowing his head in shame. “I’ve taken care to cover my tracks.”

“Seventh!” echoed Meryn. “This has to stop!”

“Don’t you think I don’t know that, mother!” he snapped. “My Rabbia Sanguigna is raging out of control, and I don’t know how to calm it down. Nothing works.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” she asked, her tone considerably softer.

“You were busy with Trine and Luna. I thought it would pass. I thought I could control it.”

“But you can’t,” she finished for him.

“I’m terrified I hurt Luna.”

His mother looked at him in horror.

“The very first time, all those years ago when I was partially transformed, I almost bit my son one morning. I stopped myself. Bit the cat instead,” he explained. A single tear slid down his cheek.

“You won’t harm your daughter,” assured Meryn warmly. “It’s not vampire blood you are craving.”

“Help me,” he whispered.

“I will,” promised his mother, reaching out for his hand. “How did Anna quench it the first time?”

Letting out a long sigh, Jem said, “That was a long time ago.”

Reaching into his pocket for the well-worn pouch of crystals that he always carried, he added, “I know it involved some of these.”

Taking the pouch from him, Meryn loosened the strings and tipped the stones out into the palm of her hand. Her keen eyesight detected which stones had been shaved in the past. “Opal, Moonstone and Turquoise. It’s a start. What else?”

“Blood,” replied Jem, thinking back. “And bark from a tree…an oak tree, I think.”

“I’m familiar with the potion,” said Meryn calmly. “I can prepare it for you but it’s a short-term remedy.”

“Can you do something more permanent?”

“Perhaps,” she mused. “But not here.”

“We need to go back to Stefan’s castle, don’t we?”

Meryn nodded, “But not yet. Luna is too young to travel, and Trine still isn’t strong enough. They both need more time before its safe.”

“When?”

“We’ll wait until the Snow Moon,” advised Meryn.

Jem nodded knowing in his heart that there was no other choice.

In the cold darkness of her cell, Anna allowed a single tear of regret to slide down her cheek. She could feel her runner’s pain, his anguish at the blood rage he was suffering from; she could feel her own blood rage rising and for the first time felt lost. Unable to hunt for herself she had no way to quench her own thirst…. or did she?

The Measly Jar of Motivation – Fifteen Years Down the Line

It had been years since I had seen her. Life got in the way. You know how it is. Maintaining adult friendships is tough- work, family, kids, divorce…they all get in the way.

A friend of a friend brought her back into my circle by chance.

Back in school, she had been a lively girl. One of life’s unique colourful souls. I’d secretly had a huge crush on her. Many many times I’d almost asked her out on a date, but I felt that she was too good for me. She deserved more.

She was one of life’s free spirits and I was keen to learn where life had taken her to.

I spotted her easily when I arrived at the restaurant, recognising her long sun-bleached blonde hair instantly. Fifteen years down the line and I’d know her anywhere.

My heart was pounding in my chest and my palms were sweating as I approached the table. Would she recognise me?

“Hi, Lizzie,” I heard myself say as I reached the table. “Great to see you. It’s been a while.”

“Hi,” I heard her reply.

Something was different…

I took a seat opposite her, almost sending the small vase of flowers in the centre of the table crashing to the floor as I bumped the table.

She smiled and my heart skipped a beat, but I sensed that something was just a little bit off. There was an air of serenity about her. There was no sign that that free spirit was still flying free. She was dressed entirely in black. Where had her colourful gypsy clothes gone?

And where had the long, ragged scar that now ran down her cheek come from?…