Pondering Thoughts

I’m sitting at the library parking lot waiting on middle son from school. Clouds are looking rather like winter. Not sure I’m ready for that.

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I like winter but not the road mess and bitter temps. A nice snowfall is pretty. Just hate the messy streets. I’m hoping hubby can make it through the mountains safely, truck driver. Sounds like they will be wintery. Still shaking my head for him wanting to truck drive after military retirement. 🙂

Earlier in the day I began editing my book. I went to print after I was done and looks like the printer has decided to die a slow broken ink death. I’m going to try one more cleaning and maybe order a cheap black ink before I let it go. I can’t complain it has lasted us about twelve years and was about hundred dollars. I sure will miss it. Of course, I don’t want to have to get use to a new one. Sigh.

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I got home and did the cleaning on the printer and it worked. I hope to baby it along until after Christmas. Small budget so got to do what I got to do. 🙂

I posted another chapter that I edited. Sorry for the wait. Last week was more about getting ready for the youngest son’s sleepover birthday celebration. One would think at his age he would be done with that. lol It went rather well. Good kids. They had fun. They even went outside and played hide in the dark tag. LOL. Glad kids will still play those fun games. I recall dark time was the fun time to do them. 🙂

Later that evening I took them to the movie Hacksaw Ridge. Hubby was too tired so he stayed home. I think he didn’t want to put up with five teenagers. lol. Anyway, the movie was really good. A few laughs and definitely sad moments. One I will watch again, but wait until video.

It is expensive to go to the movies.

We might average one a month if we are lucky. We rent mostly. Of course, the boys picked the very front row! Well, it wasn’t too bad because the theatre is small and it has the rounded screen, so it seemed almost like you were right there. I guess we were right there. LOL Good times.

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Have a great evening! Stay warm or stay cool, whichever. We are currently in between. 🙂

 

 

 

 

Book 1 Chapter 3

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Normally, I’m good with faces, so I can’t believe I don’t remember him that is if he is speaking the truth. It could be a way to toy with me.

“I don’t remember you.”

“I worked for a local farmer in the summer of 1999, you came out to the farm with a girl, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Can’t remember her name but I didn’t forget you. We hung out on the farm and then went to a party that night.”

“Hmm, the friend has to be Dorie but I’m not remembering the farm or party.”

He looked at me with the most amazing grin on his face. My heart did a flip-flop like I have never felt before. Why did that just happen? What is it about those blue eyes that make me weak in the knees?

Mystery man walked over to me. He leaned on the table inches from my face. I could feel the warmth of his breath on me and smell the sweetest cologne. This man should make my blood boil with rage not set it on fire with lust. What the heck is wrong with me? He snatched me.

I stood up and stepped back. My heart racing and my hands shaking.

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“I do not remember you, I’m sorry. I just want to leave.” I spoke.

“I don’t know if leaving would be too wise. See, when I found you a man had been chasing you and when I went out earlier he was still out there only with several others. I am not the guilty one. I put you in that storage closet in case he happened to come to the door asking questions. You were hidden in there if he would happen to come to the door.”

I don’t know if he is telling the truth. I was knocked out. I suppose in a way it would make sense. Explains not being tied up and that he allowed me to come out and eat. No guns lying around. Now what do I say or do.

“Well, then I thank you for not leaving me there for him. Remember falling and my head hurting. Sorry. But how did you get me away from him if he hit me?”

A loud bang came from outside that made us both jump.

He ran over, grabbed my arm and led me back to the storage room. He shut the door behind us. Motioned for me to be quiet. He locked the door gently and put his arm on mine as if to tell me to stay still.

A knocking came from the front door. The door knob began turning. Several footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. No one spoke. It’s like they knew we would be hiding.

I could feel a sneeze coming. Crap. Doing everything I could to hold it in. I sneezed my funny half sneeze. Mystery man covered my face up in case there was another one coming. I normally do sneeze more than once, luckily this time I did not. Did he remember that from years ago? Why can’t I remember?

A pair of footsteps came to the storage door and tried the knob. When it wouldn’t turn, the person tried shoving on the door but luckily it didn’t budge.

Mystery man motioned for me to follow him on hands and knees to the back of the room. He opened that metal box that smelled awful.

He motioned for me to crawl into the box. I shook my head no, not in that smelly thing. He motioned again with a rather angry look and whispered get in. I peered over the side of it and saw the bottom had been opened and there was a ladder leading down below. Just like out of an adventure novel! I smiled. Did my best to not think of the smell.

I climbed in. Placed my foot on the ladder rungs one after the other praying that they were not old and rickety. I looked up to see him closing the lid after him and locking it from the inside. Then when he got past the bottom of the box he closed that as well and sealed it with an extra bar lock.

It was airy and pitch black. It smelled musty and I could hear running water. My feet touched ground. After he was down, he took my hand and he led us closer to the water sound.

I hope those guys above don’t find the box. I wonder how this place got here. Many questions popping in my head. Exciting. Terrifying.

His hand feels warm and fits perfectly around mine. I don’t want to let go.

He dropped my hand, bummer.

Mystery man lit a small candle and placed it on a wooden table against the wall. He started opening tubs searching for something. He found a flashlight and shone it in my eyes. Bright light.

“I was hoping it wasn’t dead. We will head further down the tunnel just in case they find the passage way. I don’t think they will but better to be safe than sorry.” He said looking at me and then blowing the candle out.

“Why didn’t you just lock me in the room and answer the door?” I asked, thinking why go to all this trouble.

“Several of them, one of me if things went wrong.”

I didn’t know what to say or think. I am floored. This is like out of a spy movie. I guess I got my adventure I was wanting.

I shook my head in agreement and began to follow him down the cold, dark cave like tunnel. Just where it leads and what the story is behind this, I can’t wait to find out. My heart won’t stop racing from the unknown and Mr. Blue eyes.

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