Flower of the Day – Baby Pineapple

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Flower of the Day – Baby Pineapple

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Here’s  an actual growing pineapple plant I saw at a nursery. Lots of tall green leaves and a tiny pineapple in the middle.  Pretty cool! 🙂

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/01/20/fotd-january-21-magnolia-upclose/

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Throwback Thursday – Cooking

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Throwback Thursday – Cooking

https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/throwback-thursday-22-cooking-skills/

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This week Lauren asks us about our cooking skills, and how we learned to cook, and what all we’ve cooked. Also if we’ve had any cooking disasters. Thanks so much, Lauren! 🙂

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One of the best memories I have of learning to cook was when I made a cake. Here’s what I wrote in my diary when I was 10 years old, and my notes about it which I’ve blogged about before.

1/6/61 – I went to school and when I got hom (home) after a while we went bowlling (bowling). I baked my first cake and made a tea party with P (sister)

Now that is an interesting fact/co-incident. I remember baking that cake, a very simple one from a kid’s cook-book. It turned out really good. Then, many years later my own daughter was born… on a January 6th. So…for many years I baked a cake for her birthday…each January 6th!

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After that I probably made that cake other times along with other recipes in that little book.

In Jr. High school I took Home Economics where we did cooking and sewing. That was fun.

Before I got married, I didn’t really know much about cooking, so I made a point to watch how my mom cooked things so I could do it too. I still cook food the same way as back then. Why change it if it works, right!

I’m not really an experimental kind of cook. I know how to do all these I learned so I don’t need a recipe for any of them. If I do try something new, I will follow a set recipe. I do follow the recipes when I made cookies, though. Cookies are a favorite of mine to make, especially at Christmas, with the cut out and decorated ones.

My worst disaster in the kitchen was the exploding enchiladas incident. A huge mess! The whole glass dish full of home made enchiladas exploded, throwing hot food and glass everywhere! I wrote a blog post about it here

A few years ago I wanted to learn how to make decorated cakes, so took a class at the craft store. That was fun, and I learned a lot. Even if we messed up, we got to eat our mistakes! haha . I made a lot of the cakes using all the piping tips. It was just for fun, and we enjoyed them.

Here’s a few photos of some of the cakes I made:

  • Hello Kitty cake
  • Happy Cat Day cake
  • Election Day 2000 cake
  • Amazing Race cake
  • Clown cake
  • Pink roses on the cake (sorry – blurry)

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 255

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 255

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Stevie and Mandy ran across the truck stop parking lot, with Linda running after them. As they approached the horse trailer, a man came around from the back. He was laughing at the eager kids.

“Hey, hey…hold up there,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” Linda said, out of breath. “They wanted to see horses, and got away from me.”

The man laughed. “Oh, no bother, ma’am. I was just about to take the ponies out for a walk around that grassy area over there. The kids can come watch.”

“Well, okay…” Linda said. “But, stay back, Stevie…Mandy…don’t get in the way.” She smiled at the man. “We haven’t been around horses, before.”

“These are just little ones,” he said. “They’re Shetland ponies. They are going to a nice little farm.” He opened the back of the trailer, and backed out the first of two. “This little guy is very calm. The other one is, too.” He tied the first one up, and went back into the trailer for the other one. They were both tan, with white mane and tails.

“They’re so cute,” Mandy squealed. “Can we watch them, Mommy?”

“Yes, we will, but just for a few minutes,” Linda said. She looked around for Steve and Ghost, seeing they were over by the U-Haul, talking. She waved and motioned that she’d be over at the grassy area. She and the kids followed the man and the ponies.

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Over by the U-Haul, Steve and Ghost watched Linda and the kids. Steve thought the guy looked harmless enough, but he wanted to keep a eye on them. Looking over at Ghost, who was leaning against the door, he could tell he wasn’t in a good place.

“Look, Ghost, I’m sorry. I should have remembered. We shouldn’t have come near this place.” He took Ghost’s hand.

“It’s okay…it didn’t happen at this place. Just the smell of those trucks…it makes me remember, and feel sick,” Ghost said. “I just wanna get out of here.”

“We will,” Steve said. “Get in the U-Haul, and I’ll go get Linda. It’s time to get going, anyway.” He went over to where the kids were now getting a pony ride. He smiled, as they hollered, “Look, Uncle Steve.” They were having fun.

“It’s time to go, Linda…round ’em up,” he said.

“Come on kids, we have to go now. Tell the man thank you for the ride,” Linda said.

The man helped the kids down from the ponies. “Y’all have a nice trip, ya hear.” He led the horses back to the trailer.

They walked back to Linda’s van, the kids chattering all about the horses. Before buckling them into the car seats, Linda washed their hands off, then got them settled with their little toys.

Turning to Steve, she asked, “What were you going to tell me?”

“About what?” Steve asked.

“About Ghost…what was bothering him in the truck stop.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s okay…it’s just he said the diesel fumes from the trucks was making him sick…and brings back bad memories…uh, of that time he was lost in California. It was a long time ago, Linda. I thought I told you about it.”

She shook her head. “Not much, just that he hitchhiked…” she paused…”oh, with truckers?”

“Yeah, and one of them raped him.” Steve closed his eyes. “God, why did I even come to this truck stop? I should have remembered.”

“Oh, Steve…that’s horrible. I didn’t know. Now I understand why he was feeling so bad.”

Steve nodded. “He said he’s okay…just bad memories, but really, we need to get out of here. I didn’t like the way those guys were in there, ya know. Don’t want to be around when they come out.”

“Yes, let’s get going,” Linda said, as she got into the van.

Steve went back to the U-Haul, started the engine, and pulled out, heading for the highway.

“You told her, didn’t you?” Ghost asked.

Steve nodded. Ghost sighed, and leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. Out of the corner of his own eye, Steve couldn’t help but notice that Ghost would every few seconds reach up and wipe the tears away. No words would help, he knew, so he just kept driving.

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It was getting on toward twilight, when they finally crossed over into Oklahoma. Steve had told Linda that at the next town that was big enough to have a motel, they’d stop for the night. He was getting tired of driving, and was sure Linda was too, but there weren’t any towns coming up that would have a place to stay. The next one he could tell, was in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, and it looked like it was still several hours away. Up ahead, he saw a sign for a rest area, and he signaled that he was pulling in.

When they were there, and parked, he and Linda talked about what they should do. “The next motel is still a long way off, Linda. I’m not sure I can stay awake until then. I need to stop…somewhere,” he told her.

“I know, me too,” Linda said, and yawned. “But where? This out west business is weird…big empty spaces and no towns to speak of. How do people live here?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta do something.”

Linda was looking around the rest area. “Well, we could just stay here, and maybe get a little sleep. Would it be safe, though?”

Shrugging, Steve considered it. “I guess, if we lock the car doors. It’ll be pretty uncomfortable, but we could do it.”

“I know,” Linda said. “The kids are already asleep, but they need to stretch out awhile. We have drinks and snacks, so it’s fine with me.”

“I’ll pull over closer to the back of this area…more out of sight,” Steve said.

She agreed, and followed as they drove slowly back into the area. After parking, Stevie and Mandy woke up, and were hungry. Ghost was walking around, stretching his legs. Steve and Linda got out snacks for all of them, and they sat at a concrete picnic table. It was growing dark, and there had not been even one car driving down the highway since they’d arrived.

Linda turned on her flashlight, the only light they had out there, setting it on the table. Stevie and Mandy were at the other end of the table, and were giggling at their kid’s conversation.

Whispering, Linda leaned over toward Steve and Ghost. “I don’t want to scare them, but this is really eerie out here, guys.”

“I know,” Ghost whispered. “There’s wild animals out here, back behind those trees. I can tell…they’re watching us.” He shivered, and pulled his shirt’s hood up over his head.

“Wild animals…like what?” Steve asked, trying to sound skeptical and brave, but not quite pulling it off. He stared at the darkness, behind them.

“Don’t you hear them?” Ghost asked.

They were silent…listening…and all three jumped, when they heard a rustling sound, back in the bushes.

“Oh my, God,” Linda said, holding her hand over her heart. “That scared me half to death.” She looked at the kids, but they hadn’t even noticed or heard anything.

Steve got up, shining the flashlight around, over toward the dark shrubbery, his hand shaking. Linda started laughing.

“What?” Steve asked.

“He looks like the grim reaper,” she managed to say, and pointed to Ghost.

Steve looked, and laughed, too. “You’re right. Hey, what are you doing over there?” he hollered at Ghost.

Ghost had found a long stick, and was poking around in the tall grass by the trees. In his hoodie, and with only his face lit by the flashlight, he did look like the grim reaper come to life.

“Huh?” he asked, as he waved the stick around.

“What are you looking for,” Steve asked.

“Oh, the wild animal…it’s here somewhere, but it’s scared and hiding, now.” Ghost said.

“What kind is it,” Linda asked. She’d gotten closer to the kids, in case they had to make a run for the car.

“I think it’s just a little rabbit, or lizard, maybe…’cause they don’t really say much,” Ghost said. “If it was a turkey or a goose, they’d be making noise…and if it was a coyote, or a wild cat, they would have already run away. They don’t freeze-frame…or if it is a raccoon, it would be trying to get our food…and…” he went on naming animals, and how they’d react.

Steve nudged Linda, “Yeah, and if Ghost don’t stop naming things, he’ll just talk it to death…hahaha, grim reaper…” he laughed along with Linda, and both had a hard time stopping.

“Hey, Ghost, we get the picture,” Steve said. “Come back over here…leave the poor thing alone.”

Ghost wasn’t quite done, though. He began a little chant he was making up as he spoke.

“By the light of the stars, by the light of the moon, we mean you no harm, we’ll be gone soon.” He held up the stick, pointing at the night sky, and turned around three times.

“What’s he doing now?” Linda asked.

“Beats me…he’s just weird,” Steve said. Linda giggled.

Ghost came back to the table. “I’m finished,” he said, then sat down, grinning.

Linda cleared her throat…”Um…interesting…” she said. Steve kicked her under the table.

“No,” he mouthed to her. “He’ll never stop talking.”

But, it was too late.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Color Your World – Canary Yellow

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Color Your World – Canary Yellow canary color your world photo challenge badge

https://toy.photography/2022/01/18/color-your-world-canary/

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otos show:

  • Yellow rose & green leaves in a round container
  • Crayola Crayon – Canary (yellow)
  • Canary (yellow) color sample
  • Weena the cat, with canary yellow & pink striped wrapping paper
  • My drawing of a yellow canary & the word surrounded by blue
  • Fuzzy yellow toy chicken with big googly eyes & a white & purple guitar
  • Blue socks, with a design of yellow chicks, and pink stripes

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Throwback Thursday – Sense of Style Pt. 3 – Haircuts

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Throwback Thursday – Sense of Style Pt. 3 – Haircuts

https://fromcavewalls.wordpress.com/2022/01/13/throwback-thursday-21-jusjojan-sense-of-style/

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Maggie at the above link has asked us about our fashion styles over the years. Thanks , Maggie! 🙂

Here are some questions to think about:

At what age did you become concerned about the clothes you wore? Did you get hand-me-downs or new clothes? Were any of your clothes made by hand? If so, by whom? Were you allowed to select your own clothes and assemble your own ensembles? At what age did you start buying your own wardrobe?

What fashion fads did you adopt? Did you have certain colors you loved to wear? Were you of the hippie generation of perhaps a child of the 1980s? What was the wildest or craziest outfit you ever wore?

What about jewelry? Did you have piercings? Were they done by you or by others? What jewelry fads so you remember?

Now think about your hairstyles. What cuts did you sport? Did you ever color your hair? Did you try to alter your hair in any other way (cutting, ironing, shaving, curling)?

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Okay, here’s my many haircuts/styles over the years. I’m lazy so didn’t want to go through all my many photo albums to find a sample of each, though.

At the end, I’ll say a few things about what I remember of them.

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Pixie

Poodle

Pageboy

Flip

Shag

Feathered

Layered

Swing

Straight & Ironed

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Colors:

Red

Black

Auburn

Burgundy

Frosted

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Perms:

baby perm

poodle perm

spiral perm

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Wigs:

Wiglet

Dutch Boy

Falls

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I guess it all started when I was really little. In my baby book my mom wrote that I got my first permanent at age 2 years old! I didn’t have any say so about it, and I’d get a perm quite a few times. I finally got to have some say later on.  What I wanted was long straight hair, like my cousin had, so I could wear a ponytail.

I’d get a very short pixie cut, then it would get this tight curly perm to be called a poodle look.

Then awhile later on I got to have it a little longer and no perm, but curled into a pageboy. About jr. high school a popular hairstyle was the flip. We’d backcomb the top and ends, then use lots of hairspray.

When that fad went out I got my hair cut into another shortish do, I think was called a mop top, to kind of look like the Beatles hair.

High school my hair was long again, and straight, then flipped back edges and layered. Later this turned into the shag cut. I liked this one a lot and kept it this way for a long time.

Next was the 70s long straight and ironed hair. Yes, we’d use the real iron and ironing board.

I still laugh because my best friend always said, and still to this day still says, that I had the good hair. Her hair was medium and wavy naturally.

The Swing was a fun hair-do. It was cut short in the back and the front/sides got longer. Sort of a geometric look.

Then came the spiral curl permanent. Maybe it was called something else, but you’d have to use a hair pick to fluff it out.

Now my hair is just long and straight, I don’t put dye on it, so it’s just natural brown with gray.

Over the years, with whichever style I went with, I’d change colors with dyes every so often. (see list)

Then there was the ‘wig’ years.

I always liked wearing fun wigs. At the time they were not very expensive, and they were not made of real hair, but you could wash and style them.

Wiglets were fun. A small (or larger) hairpiece you attach to the top of your pulled up hair. You’d style them with large circular rings and spray a lot of hair spray on it all.

Falls were great if you wanted to add more to your regular hair or make it look like you had long hair. I had a few of these.

Dutch boy wigs. I had a couple of these in different colors. It was a full wig, with a medium length. My sister had some, too.

Well, that’s about all I can think of for now. Hope you enjoyed this look back. 🙂

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Flower of the Day – Pink for Monday

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Flower of the Day – Pink for Monday

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“Flowers are like friends; They bring color to your world.” – Unknown

A nice little bouquet of pink daisies to wish everyone a wonderful  Monday!

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/01/16/fotd-january-17-amaryllis/

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 254

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 254

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Steve grabbed his things from their motel room, and went to help Linda and the kids with their packing up. Ghost got his backpack and jacket, and paused a minute, looking around the room. He knew he’d gotten everything, but it felt like he was forgetting something important.

“You ready,” Steve asked, when he got back. He was ready to lock up the door and turn in the key.

“I think so,” Ghost said, “but something feels weird. I can’t remember what it is.”

“Well, maybe you’ll think of it later…let’s get going,” Steve said, as he locked the door. “I’ll be back in a minute…need to turn in the key.”

Ghost got up in the U-Haul, and was flipping through his journal, when Steve got back.

“It’s here somewhere…I know I wrote it down,” Ghost said. “Or, maybe I didn’t, but it was part of the cowboy story.”

“Whatever…no need to get all worked up about it,” Steve said. He started the truck up. “You’ll either think of it or not.”

Ghost sighed, and stopped flipping the pages of his book, and stared out the window. Steve concentrated on his driving, getting them out onto the highway. Soon, they were at cruising speed, and there wasn’t much traffic. When he relaxed a bit, he saw that Ghost was still staring out the window…or maybe sleeping…maybe both…his eyes were half shut.

“You awake?” he asked.

“Um-hmm, but it won’t happen like I said,” Ghost said.

“What won’t?”

Ghost looked over at Steve. “The cowboys…they won’t. We can’t stop at all in Texas, so just keep going, okay?”

“Huh?” Steve asked. “I’ll try, but we probably will need to stop, you know, to get gas, go to the bathroom, get snacks. Anyway, why can’t we stop?”

“‘Cause I remembered,” Ghost said. “The story I told the kids was fun, and they got to see the horses, but if we stop and go in the diner, it won’t be fun. They’ll be mean, and it will scare Stevie and Mandy.”

“The horses?”

“No, the cowboys. They will be mean to us, and call us names, and hit us with a bat, and cut us, Steve.” Ghost was getting really upset, now. “Don’t let them…I’m scared.” He was breathing hard, and he reached over, clenching his hand on Steve’s arm.

“Ghost, snap out of it…nothing’s gonna happen,” Steve said. He could tell that somehow, Ghost was somewhere else in his head, and was reliving the past. He was getting alarmed, now, himself. “Wake up, Ghost. You’re getting mixed up. That all happened in the past…a long time ago. It’s not happening now. I will pull over, if you don’t wake up…I swear I will,” Steve shouted.

Ghost kept staring at Steve, but Steve could tell he wasn’t seeing him, yet. He needed to think of something fast, to bring Ghost back to the present. He started singing one of their oldest songs, one they both knew by heart, but purposely left out some of the words…to see if Ghost would pay attention. It had worked before, when Ghost was lost in his head. Sure enough, it worked this time. Ghost shook his head, reminding Steve of the right words.

“Huh? I was singing it wrong,” Steve asked. “So, how does it go, then?”

Ghost sang it to him the right way. “Why you not remember, Steve? We sing it all the time.” He started laughing. So did Steve…seeing Ghost was acting normal again.

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A half hour later, they passed a big sign saying ‘Entering Texas – Welcome to the Lone Star State’.

“Well, it don’t look any different,” Ghost said.

“We’re still on the same road…what did you expect?”

“I don’t know…like in the movies or something…”

“Oh, you mean like cattle drives, and shoot-outs at saloons?” Steve asked.

“Well, something like that…” Ghost said. He kept looking at the passing scenery…dried grass in the fields, mesquite trees, a cactus or two…then a sign, saying the next town was twenty miles farther on.

“You know I have to stop up there for gas, don’t you?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’m hungry too. I’d like to find a place to eat, and take a break from driving,” Steve mentioned casually.

“Why are you telling me this?” Ghost asked. “We already planned on it, this morning.”

“Oh, right…I forgot,” Steve said, but really, he felt like he was in the twilight zone, or something, after their conversation a little while ago. “You okay with it?”

Looking at Steve, a bit confused, Ghost asked, “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m hungry too, and I think Linda and the kids are, too. Just find somewhere we can eat.”

Steve shrugged. “No problem…I will.”

The city they were entering was a big one…Amarillo. It was easy to find a place to stop for food and gas. While Steve and Linda filled the gas tanks, they discussed where to eat. Steve told her of what Ghost had said.

“Oh, I get it…the kids were going on about seeing horses and cowboys, because Ghost said they would,” Linda said, looking around. “I don’t see any, though, do you?”

“Nope, at least not right here. Maybe I could ask inside, see where they hang out,” Steve said.

“Yes, you go do that,” Linda said.

When he got back from inside the little convenience store, he said, “They said there’s a truck stop about a mile east, with good food, and he said there’s usually a cowboy or two hauling cows or horses, who have stopped there.”

“Good, let’s go there, then,” Linda said.

“I hope they’re not mean, like Ghost said,” Steve said.

“Me too, but we’re hungry, so we have to stop somewhere,” Linda said. They got back in the van and U-Haul, and arrived soon, at the truck stop.

“Come on, let’s go in and eat,” Steve said.

“I’m gonna stay out here,” Ghost said. “Just bring me something.”

“Uh-uh…you’re getting out, too. Let’s go,” Steve said.

Reluctantly, Ghost got out, and they all went inside the truck stop.

Steve did feel eyes staring at them, as they walked around, looking for an empty booth. The place was pretty crowded. Steve led the way, with Ghost close behind, his head down, and his long hair obscuring his face. Linda was herding the kids, behind Ghost. Steve had immediately felt out of place here. He had on his usual black outfit, and looked more like a biker, than anything else. The other people there were mostly long-haul trucker types, and must have been regulars on this I-40 route, because the waitresses were joking and calling them by name. Steve did hear a few rude comments, as they passed by the tables, but he didn’t acknowledge them. …hey, studly…who’s your sissy boy?…come over here…aw, he ain’t no stud…they both a couple’a queers…hahaha…ain’t ‘cha? … Pretty mama, we got some real men who’ll show ya around… There were a few wolf whistles, too.

After sitting down at their table, the waitress came over with the menu. “Don’t pay no attention to those jerks…they holler at everybody that comes in here. They’re a bunch of assholes,” she said loud, looking the truckers’ way. “Y’all look over the menu…I’ll be back.”

Ghost had still not looked up. Stevie and Mandy were cutting up, punching each other’s arms, and giggling. Steve had a frown on his face. Linda took a menu, and decided what she and the kids would order. “Here, Steve…find something…let’s just eat and then get out of here.”

Steve took the menu, but didn’t look at it. “Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t like this place.”

“Steve, we’re here, we’re hungry. It’s a public place. I’m staying and will not let rude people upset me…now, hurry up,” Linda said.

“We wanna see horses…we wanna see cowboys,” the kids were saying over and over.

“Hush, you two, behave yourselves. We’re eating politely, and then leaving,” she scolded them.

“Fine…I’ll just get a hamburger. Ghost…what do you want?” Steve asked, sliding the menu across the table.

“Nothing…”

Steve sighed. “Listen, Ghost, you have to eat. We’re here…now pick something.”

Ghost shook his head. “These people are mean. I feel sick.” He put his head down on his arms, on the table.

The waitress came back, bringing water for everyone. “Y’all ready to order?” she asked.

Steve looked at Linda. “Let’s get it to go, ok?” he asked.

She nodded, and told the waitress what she and the kids would have, and Steve ordered two burgers, fries, and cokes for him and Ghost. “Make it all to go,” he said.

“Sure, no problem…it won’t be long,” she said, and was gone again.

Linda had brought out coloring books for the kids to keep busy with. “Ghost, you going to be okay? Drink some water, honey.” Ghost just moaned. She looked at Steve, shrugging. “I’ll tell ya later,” Steve mouthed back to her.

Their order was ready, and put into bags, so they all filed out of the truck stop, amid more heckling.

“Look, horses,” Stevie hollered, and ran toward a truck, with a horse trailer, that was parked over to the side of the parking lot.

“Stevie, come back here…leave them alone,” Linda yelled, as she hurried after him.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.