Monthly Archives: February 2018

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – his/her’s

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – his/her’s

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 17/18

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Today’s prompt suggestion is to use ‘his/her’s’. Thanks, Linda!

His and Her’s monogrammed towels. Yeah, that’s what I first thought about. Why that? I remember when I was a kid, we’d go to my granny’s house on Christmas Eve for a get together with some family members that were in town. We didn’t see these relatives very often, just at Christmas mostly. We’d have supper, a gift exchange, and most times the men would play dominoes.

Anyway, my aunt would all the time give my mom a set of his & her monogrammed towels. I always thought it was a nice gift, and were really pretty. Later on my mom would complain about it. She didn’t care for them, year after year, and said it wasn’t a good gift because there was no thought behind it. It was as if my aunt just grabbed something, without thinking of what my mom would like, or her interests, or anything.

Do they even have monogrammed towels these days? I have no idea, but if we had some I’m sure we wouldn’t care what towel we used, just so we had one to dry off with. If I only had the ‘his’ towel, I’d use it just fine.

That makes me think of toys for kids. You know, boy toys and girl toys. Why does it make any difference what toy a kid plays with? I know my sister and I had plenty of so called boy toys, like trucks and cars, cap pistols, and little green Army men plastic figures to play with. My first bike was a boy’s bike. We also had our dolls, and tea party sets, and play jewelry and make-up sets. I think a child can choose what they like to play with, and it may be the so called boys toys or girl toys, no matter if the child is a girl or boy. They’ll go from one to the other many times during a day of play.

So, that’s my thoughts on this lovely Saturday, about all things his and hers.

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© 2018 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 271

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 271

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 271

warning…adult content

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Ghost continued trying to explain his feelings to Steve. His lips quivered, and he brushed the wetness from his face. He took a breath.

“I haven’t even got to write very much, and I never get to sing, anymore…and, and…too much, things get in my head and gets me messed up. I try to be okay. I try and try, and it’s never good enough.” He glanced up at Steve, and whispered, “It’s never gonna be good enough.” Putting his head in his hands, he sobbed.

Steve sat close, hugging him. It was breaking his heart, to see Ghost in so much pain. “Cry, babe, go ahead, let it out, it’s okay,” Steve said softly, as he rocked Ghost in his arms.

Melody heard them, and came out of the tent. She came over and hugged both Steve and Ghost. “We just want to help you feel better. I don’t know much about why you’re upset, but I can feel it. I’ve had some really down days, too. We’re here for you, with you.”

Ghost nodded. “I know. It’s okay…I’ll be okay.”

Linda had joined them, taking Ghost’s hands. He looked into her eyes, and she knew in that instant, she would do everything she could to help and protect this fragile child, her brother’s love, no matter what. She loved him like her own kids, unconditionally and forever. She didn’t have to say a word; Ghost knew. He took another shuddery breath, and she heard the words clearly in her head… Thank you, Linda, thank you..

“Okay,” she said, standing up. “Are we all gonna go back to sleep, or just go ahead and have breakfast, and get on the road?”

“I’m for staying up, eating, and getting the hell outta here,” Steve said. “How about you, Ghost?”

“I’m hungry. I’m ready to eat.”

“Okay, then. I’ll get it started, ” Linda said. She went to get more wood for the fire. “Melody, get some eggs and bacon out of the cooler. We’re getting this party started.”

Ghost got another cup of coffee, and sat staring into the cup awhile longer. Steve checked out the U-Haul and the van. As the food was done, Linda woke the kids. “Time for breakfast, you two.” They came out of the tent, and grabbed juice boxes to sip on. They’d had enough sleep, and were now teasing each other. With everything set out on the picnic table, they all gathered in the morning light, made hazy from a soft mist that was rising.

Steve and Linda were at one end of the picnic table, going over the route they’d be taking through Tennessee, and into North Carolina. The road would be more familiar now, as he and Ghost had traveled it the past summer.

Ghost felt around in his backpack, and pulled out his Jesus rock. He rubbed it a bit, then set it on the table in front of him.

“What’s that?” Melody asked.

“This? It’s my Jesus rock,” Ghost said. “I found it a long time ago. See, it looks like Jesus on it.” He handed it to Melody.

She looked closer, and smiled. “It does. This is a special rock. Do you always have it with you?”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, but I thought it was lost one time, then it came back.”

“Wait a second, I’ll be right back,” Melody said. She went to the van and got out her purse.

“Here, I want you to have this,” she said, draping a long necklace around Ghost’s neck. “It’s a rosary. I have one already, see?” She pulled out the one that was around her neck. “It’s almost the same, and it has the cross, and Jesus on it. It’s so you will always have Him with you.” She smiled. “You’ll never be truly alone, and he’ll protect you.”

Ghost ran his fingers over the shiny beads and the silver cross. “I like it, thank you.” He looked up at Melody, meeting her eyes, so like his own. He could hear her wish…that she get to know everything abut him. “Maybe someday,” he whispered. “I’ll tell you things, but you wouldn’t want to know others.”

“Whenever you’re ready, Ghost. I’ll be ready to hear,” she said.

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Breakfast over, and everything put away, cleaned up, and packed, they were ready to leave.

“I’m riding with Linda for awhile, ok?” Melody asked.

“Uh, sure,” Steve said. “Let’s do this.”

They pulled out onto the little road that led back to the highway. In the U-Haul, Ghost stretched out as best he could, and played with the beads around his neck.

“What’s that ya got,” Steve asked.

“It’s a rosary. Melody gave it to me.”

“Nice.”

“Um-hum. Steve, she wants to know things…about me.”

“Yeah? Well, sure she does. Why…does that bother you?”

“No, yeah, well maybe. Some of it bothers me. I mean, how can I do this? Maybe she don’t need to hear about everything,” Ghost said.

“Oh, I see,” Steve said. “You don’t have to tell her things that you’d rather not. It’s okay to leave parts out. In fact, it’s probably best you don’t say certain things. Not everything has to be for everyone to know…ya know? So don’t worry about it, just let things happen naturally, in conversation. You don’t have to make a special speech or anything.”

Ghost was nodding along with Steve’s words. “Yeah, that sounds a lot better. I was scared to say it all, anyway. She might not understand…at least not yet.” He smiled, feeling relieved. “I’m gonna sleep awhile, now, unless you need me to keep talking to you?”

Shaking his head, Steve said, “Naw, I’m fine. I’m going to turn the radio on, anyway. You take a nap.” He turned the radio on, and found an oldies station that came in pretty clear. Ghost closed his eyes and slept.

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In the van, Linda had given Stevie and Mandy some crayons, and a coloring book each, to keep them busy awhile. She kept her eye on the road, but could see that Melody was fidgeting, like she wanted to talk about something. For some reason she could sense that Melody felt awkward, or shy about whatever it was.

“Ok, what’s on your mind, hon?” Linda asked.

“Huh? Oh, just wondering…about…oh, never mind,” Melody said, and sighed.

“It’s okay, no problem,” Linda said, “but if you want to know something, don’t hesitate to ask, or say what you want. This family you’ve landed in don’t have many secrets. We’re pretty much an open book.” She left it at that. Melody would talk to her or not…her choice.

After a few minutes, Melody tried again. “Okay, I love this family already. I just want to know all about y’all, but I don’t want to pry, you know. I mean, only if anyone wants to tell me things. Shit, I can’t even say what I mean,” Melody said, and laughed. “I guess it’s so new to me, to have a family, that I feel I have to hurry and catch up with y’all’s history, or something.” She shrugged.

Linda laughed. “Oh, I know what you mean. I’m kinda new, too.”

Melody looked confused. “But, I don’t get it. You knew your family all along.”

“Yes, I did, but we lost contact for a really long time…like fifteen years or so. I never knew what happened to Steve, so we’re still catching up, too. It’s only been a few months, we got back with each other.”

“Wow, that’s kinda sad, but I’m happy you’ve got each other, now,” Melody said, after hearing Linda’s story.

“Me too,” Linda nodded.

“So, what about Ghost?” Melody asked. “How does he fit in? He and Steve met at school, and got to be friends. Then what?”

“A lot, from what I’ve heard,” Linda said, feeling a bit like this part wasn’t her place to tell. “I can tell you some, but even I don’t know the whole story, and it’s not for me to be telling it. I wasn’t there, so you’ll have to ask Ghost. He’ll have to be the one, if he wants to. I’m sorry, Melody, all I can say is that Steve saved Ghost’s life, and they’ve been together ever since, just as friends, then later as lovers. There was some bad, bad times between them, and even though it looks like they are fine now, they are still working hard at making it work out, again. But, I’ve said enough. Ask Ghost, okay?”

“Yeah, I did, sort of, and he said he’d tell me some things, someday, but not yet. I want to know, now…what’s he waiting for?” Melody asked.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 2018 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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Flower of the Day – Something Yellow

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Flower of the Day – Something Yellow

I’m wondering what these flowers are. They were fairly small, and look a bit like roses. But, the stems are like the stems of carnations.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – February 16, 2018 – Clematis

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 270

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 270

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 270

warning…adult content

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Steve sat up, resigned to no more sleep. Ghost was not in the tent, and there was no telling where he was. He hoped he wasn’t sleepwalking again.

“Okay, okay, let’s go,” Steve said. He and Stevie crawled out of the tent. He was surprised to see it actually was still dark out, and not morning, as Stevie had said. It wasn’t just shadows from the trees making it seem dark in the tent.

“Which way did Ghost go?” Steve asked, as he looked around, not seeing him.

Stevie didn’t seem very sure, but said, “That way, I think…maybe?” He was pointing toward the trees behind the camp site.

Steve sighed. “Okay, kiddo, let’s get you over to your Mom’s tent.” They walked the few feet over there, and Steve called out quietly, “Linda, Linda…Stevie’s coming in with y’all.”

“What…is it morning?” Linda asked, barely awake.

“Not yet, but I think Ghost’s gone sleepwalking. I gotta go find him.”

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Steve grabbed the flashlight, and shined it toward the trees. “Ghost…where are you?” He kept walking and calling, but got no answer. After a few minutes, he stood still and just listened. He heard the tree frogs, loud and clear, and a cricket buzzed. He could feel sweat trickling down his face, now, and he was really getting worried. Swatting away a moth, that was in the flashlight beam, he suddenly stopped, listening harder. It was a voice…Ghost’s voice.

“Spider’s been spinnin’ all summer…we’ll have a bad winter.”

Steve’s first thought was that Ghost was reliving the time they first met. He shined the flashlight beam up into the trees, scanning them, then finally seeing Ghost.

“Ghost, get down from there,” Steve said, but Ghost just laughed.

“Wake up, damn it…damn it, Ghost…don’t do this, please…not now.” In the light, he could see Ghost peering down, his hair framing those eyes, that were now seeing only the hazy past.

I have to get him down, but how? How did he even get up there…the tree branches are higher than my head…okay, think…think…a bribe…maybe that’ll work…

“Hey, Ghost…you ready for some coffee? I’m making some over there. Get your cup, so I can pour you some while it’s hot.”

“Coffee? I want coffee, Steve,” Ghost said.

“C’mon then, let’s go,” Steve said. As hard as it was, he turned away, heading back to the camp site, to actually make a pot of coffee. The smell would surely bring Ghost down from the tree, he thought.

When he got back to the tents, Linda asked, “Did you find him?”

“Yeah, up a tree. He’s coming down, I think. I gotta make coffee,” Steve said, but just stood there staring at the fire pit. Linda got out the coffee pot, and started the fire.

“Steve…?” Linda asked, as she could tell he was about to lose it.

“He…he was talking like it was the first time we ever talked to each other. He said the very same thing…” Steve choked back a sob.

Linda made him sit down. “Oh, honey, he’s still asleep, probably, and dreaming of that day.”

Steve nodded. “Maybe…I hope that’s all it is. He’s always weird when he sleepwalks, but I still worry he may stay that way.” He took a shuddery breath.

Linda squeezed his arm. “I know, and it sounds dumb, but worry doesn’t help or change anything.” Steve nodded again.

The coffee aroma was drifting through the air, now. Steve kept looking toward the trees, hoping Ghost’s pale form would materialize. Linda spotted him first.

“He’s here,” she said, softly. They watched, as Ghost came closer. They couldn’t tell yet if he’d woken up.

“Ghost, you okay? Are you awake now?” Steve asked.

“Coffee?” Ghost said, reaching for the cup Linda was holding out for him. He took it, and drank several gulps of the hot brew…black.

Steve knew he’d never drink it without cream and sugar, if he was awake. “Ghost, can you wake up, now? It’s morning…time to wake up.” He clapped his hands together, loud. It startled Linda and Ghost; they both jumped. Ghost dropped the cup, which splattered onto Steve’s jeans, leaving dark, running stains.

“Spider’s on you, Steve,” Ghost shrieked, and began slapping Steve’s legs. “Get it off, get it off, it’s gonna bite you, and spin a web over you…” he kept hollering.

Steve hopped around, trying to grab Ghost’s arms, to make him calm down. Melody woke up, and stuck her head out of the tent. “What’s happening?” She stood, and still unsteady, made her way over. “Why’s he yelling? Make it stop.” She covered her ears. “My head’s gonna explode,” she wailed.

Linda, shocked at first, couldn’t help it; she started laughing. The whole scene taking place in front of her was so bizarre, she had to let it out…big belly laughs that made her eyes water.

“Oh my, God, stop it y’all,” she tried to say, but never quite got it all out, before another wave of laughter took hold.

Finally, Steve grabbed Ghost, who wrenched himself out of Steve’s grip. “What are you doin’, Steve? Let go…” He jerked back so hard he fell flat on his butt. This made Linda cackle even louder, and she peed her pants, right there. She couldn’t have stopped it if she’d tried.

Ghost looked at her then, and started laughing, too. Steve and Linda knew he was finally awake.

After they’d all calmed down, Linda excused herself to go change clothes.

“You ok,” Steve asked Ghost.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What happened…I can’t remember anything.” He had poured himself another cup of coffee, this time made how he liked it. He held it with both hands, feeling the warmth, and inhaling the steamy aroma. He was hoping it would clear his head, but it was making him sleepy, instead.

Steve explained all that had happened. Ghost frowned. “I was in a tree?”

“Yeah, and I made coffee to get you to come down.” Steve told him all that had happened.

“Huh, I don’t remember any of it,” Ghost said.

Steve studied Ghost’s face, knowing it was true. Ghost never remembered what he did when he was sleepwalking. “You were asleep, doing all that, Ghost.”

Ghost glanced up. “I wish I wouldn’t do that. I’m glad you always come find me.”

“You know I will,” Steve said.

Ghost sighed.  “When we gonna be home? I need to be home, Steve.” He bit his lower lip, and swallowed hard, trying not to cry.

Steve’s heart melted. He wanted to make everything better for Ghost, but Ghost still had demons to fight…and always would.

“I know, babe, and it will be real soon. We’ll drive today, and there’ll be one more night, and after driving some more, we’ll be there,” Steve tried to explain. Again, he wondered how it must feel to not have any concept of time, and how long or short things were. He watched, as Ghost brushed away a few tears that had started to fall.

“Ghost, what’s wrong? Why are you so sad?”

Ghost just shook his head. “Don’t, Steve…it’s okay. I just need to be sad for awhile. I need to think of things. It’s so hard, anymore.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.