Be Careful What You Wish For!

This story was inspired by a certain “follower”, who shall remain nameless. He enjoys my stories and likes to make suggestions at times, AKA “blackmail” AKA “friendly persuasion.” This time he specifically requested that I write a story where he is a Prince. A handsome Prince. I always aim to please, so here is the story. I hope he appreciates it. I did have fun writing it. Thanks to all of you for reading my crazy stories and for your comments, all of you bring me smiles! 

Curtis stamped the box with the ink pad and sent it on down the line. His mind kept wandering as the boxes kept coming.  He wondered what it would be like if he was a Prince. He would be spending his days in a castle, living a life of luxury. Eating a vast array of delicious foods and of course surrounded by the beauty of his adoring Princess! 

Everyone would adore him, for he would be so handsome and kind. They would be in awe of him, how could they not? 

Oops! 2 boxes just went by that he forgot to stamp! He better stop daydreaming until work is over. Or not only would he not be a Prince, but he also would be without a job! 

Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the work day, and he gathered his things and left. He often enjoyed the walk home. It wasn’t that far, and it saved him from having to deal with bumper to bumper traffic. Today it was a little chilly, winter was coming. He was walking briskly, looking down at a text that had just come in on his phone. He never saw the hole. 

Wow! What a beautiful castle he thought. Curtis was admiring it as he stood in front of the gate. Then he saw the most beautiful woman walking towards the gate. Her lips were a scarlet red, matching her scarlet gown. He couldn’t take his eyes off her long, flowing black hair, she looked stunning! 

“Curtis, where have you been? I have been looking all over for you!” 

Curtis was shocked. She knew his name? He stared at her. “You know me?” he asked. 

Princess Catherine rolled her eyes. “Well of course I know you, what kind of question is that? You are the Prince! What woman doesn’t know her husband, you nitwit!” 

Curtis almost fell to the ground. What was going on? He was totally confused. He had to be dreaming, and as he looked into Catherine’s emerald green eyes, he hoped he would never wake up. 

She opened the gate for him and took his arm as they walked towards the castle. She was talking so fast as they walked, that he could hardly understand what she was babbling about, but he didn’t care. He lived in a castle! Goodbye to his tiny apartment, he had definitely moved up in the world.

Later that night, he was lying in bed with a painful stomach ache. When he had sat down to supper and saw all the food on the table his taste buds were salivating, but now food was the last thing he wanted to see! There was a knock on his door. “Come in.” he groaned. 

Matilda the servant walked in with a tray of hot steaming tea. 

“This is to settle your stomach. Your favorite peppermint tea.”  

“Tea? But I don’t drink tea”, Curtis said.

Matilda started laughing. “You don’t drink tea? You drink around 8 cups a day! What are you talking about?” She kept shaking her head as she walked out the door. He thought he heard her mutter something, about him being a little cuckoo in the head. 

He stared at the teapot and teacup. Well, he didn’t think it could make him feel any worse, so he may as well try it. 

OUCH! He burned his tongue. So now he had a burnt tongue and a upset stomach. Sighing he laid back down in bed, when his door was flung open. 

“You are still lying there? You have a Polo match to get ready for.”  Princess Catherine was frowning as she stood over him. 

Where was her loving concern for her ailing husband? Were not Prince’s supposed to be adored! Especially a handsome Prince like himself. 

“Honey, I am not feeling well.” he stammered out. 

“Oh please! You will be fine, and what do you mean “Honey”? I am not some sticky substance, I am Princess Catherine!” She said this to him, as she was looking at herself in the mirror and putting on more lipstick. “Mirror Mirror on the wall, whose the fairest of them all? Me of course!” She laughed to herself. 

“Be downstairs in 30 minutes. How will it look to everyone if Prince Curtis doesn’t show up to the Polo match. Oh and make sure you shave that stubble on your chin, you look like you are growing a bush on your face. Hurry now, no time to waste!”  She primped a little bit more in front of the mirror and then left the room, closing the door. 

Curtis couldn’t make sense of this. This wasn’t the life he imagined as a Prince. His wife was anything but loving and his servants laughed at him, and he knew nothing about Polo! 

He was beginning to hope that this all was a dream and that he would wake up soon! Groaning he got out of bed and stepped out onto the floor. “OUCH!”  He had stepped on something sharp. Looking down at his foot he saw Princess Catherine’s broach that she had been wearing. It must have fallen off and now was stuck through his foot. He pulled it out, wiping the blood off his foot. 

Great! Now he had a sore foot, a burnt tongue and an upset stomach. He muttered something under his breath and grabbed his razor to shave. he shaved half of his face and the razor died. Looking at himself in the mirror made him feel even sicker. 

Maybe the fresh air would do him good. How hard could it be to play Polo, he knew there was a ball involved. He bent down to put on his shoes and then stood up. “KLONK!” He hit his head on the bed post. Muttering words that were not proper for a Prince to say, he left the room, slamming the door behind him. 

Princess Catherine was downstairs waiting for him and glared at him walking down the steps. She took his arm at the bottom of the steps and said. ” What did you do to your face? Now you look lopsided?” 

“The razor died.” he replied and she rolled her eyes. 

“Why are you limping?” she asked, as they walked towards the door. 

“Because I stepped on your broach!” he snapped, handing it to her. 

There were sparks in her eyes when she looked at it. “It’s bent! You broke it!” 

Curtis didn’t say a word, he thought it was safer that way. He was really starting to long for living the single life again! What had he been thinking wishing to be a Prince! He felt like smacking himself in the head, but his head was already hurting. 

Out the door they went and walked to the polo field. There were horses! That’s when it struck him. Polo was played on horses. He didn’t know how to ride a horse! His face got pale and he started feeling sicker. 

“I can’t do this.” he said to Princess Catherine. 

“What are you talking about? Do you have noodles in your brain? Don’t embarrass me! Now get up on the horse!” 

Curtis had no choice but to obey, for everyone was standing there waiting for him. They would never believe that Prince Curtis couldn’t ride a horse, they would wonder what kind of fool he was! Oh, this dream of his to be a Prince was really not going as planned. 

Taking a deep breath he got on the horse, trying to ignore his throbbing head and nervous stomach. 

“Let the game begin!” someone shouted and everyone rode to the middle of the field, where each one was handed his stick. 

He kept losing track of the little white ball as he rode, but he was impressed that he was staying on the horse. Suddenly his horse reared up and Curtis fell off, landing flat on his back. He was knocked out cold. 

“Curtis, Curtis, do you hear me?”  Curtis opened his eyes and looked around. Why was his landlord standing in front of him?

“Mrs. Banera” 

“Oh Curtis, you had us worried! You never came home from work. You were supposed to come over for supper tonight. I sent my husband out to look for you. He found you lying on the ground. Apparently you had tripped in a hole and hit your head on a log. You have been sleeping for a couple hours now. How do you feel?” 

His head was throbbing but he managed to smile. It had all been a dream. He wasn’t a Prince and there was no Princess Catherine. He was home! Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled, and murmured ,”I am fine, just fine.” 

“So glad to hear that! I had invited you over for supper, so that you could meet my niece who is staying with us for a little.” said Mrs.Banera 

“Catherine, he is awake now, come and meet him!” 

Had Curtis heard right, did she say Catherine? He looked and saw a girl walking into the room with long, flowing black hair. 

“Curtis! Curtis! Where are you going?”  Mrs. Banera and Catherine stared after him as he ran out the door. 

 

 

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Some things are right in front of you, but you look everywhere else for them! Like the cell phone in your pocket!

When a Prince is full of pride… only to find himself turned back into a frog.

GPS … an invention that saved marriages …. remembering the days of, “look at the map, where are we?..” I have no clue … either that squiggly line or the other one.”

Storytime at the Fluffer-Nutter Shop

If you missed Monday’s story, here is the link.  Untangling the Web Enjoy the conclusion, or it might be more accurate for me just to say, the next part of the story. I have found that certain stories seem to never end! 

Where were they? Lisette wondered. They were standing in the middle of a dirt road with lovely Oak trees lining it. She started walking down it, not knowing what else to do. Betsy followed behind her, not saying a word. Not that Lisette expected her too, but she sensed something very different about Betsy, besides the fact that she had an enchanted bell hanging around her neck. 

“There you are! I figured I would find you out here just dilly dallying around, when there is work to be done!” An older woman carrying a bucket was shouting at her as she came towards Lisette, not looking very happy at all! 

“The cows need milked, and there are eggs to be gathered, and … ” the older woman paused in mid sentence, taking notice of Betsy. “Where did you get that cow? Is she the one who trampled my flowers this morning? They are all ruined!” She glared at Betsy, and noticed the cow bell. “What’s that?”, she reached out to touch it and Lisette stopped her.

“I wouldn’t touch that if I was you?”  she told her. 

The lady frowned, “Why not, its just an old cow bell.”  Suddenly Betsy let out a loud “MOOOOO!” and pawed at the ground, scaring the older woman so much that she dropped the bucket she was carrying. 

“I will see you back at the barn! Hurry it up!” she spouted out at Lisette, while she quickly headed down the road, back to the barn. 

Lisette started laughing as she watched the older woman hustle down the road while Betsy kept Moooooing. 

Betsy stopped once the lady was out of sight. Lisette looked at Betsy and if she wouldn’t know better, she would say that Betsy had a glint of mischief in her eyes and was smiling! 

Lisette knew that she didn’t want to go back to that older lady’s farm, so there was only one thing to do. She tugged on Betsy’s bell 3x. POOF! The brilliant purple and pink smoke was all around, and once more Lisette had to pick herself up off the ground once the smoke settled. 

They were smack dab in the middle of a town and it seemed to be in an uproar. People were shouting and cops were around. Lisette was confused at first, and then she saw Miss. Libby and Miss. Jill. She was back in their town and they were being escorted out of Miss. Jill’s store by the police! 

Lisette felt sick to her stomach. She had really liked Miss. Jill and she had thought that Miss. Libby was a sweet old lady, but oh, what she hadn’t known! She watched them get into the police car and figured that was probably the last time she would ever see them. They were likely to be in prison for quite awhile. But maybe Miss. Jill was innocent, like she had tried to tell Lisette. If so, she hoped that they would be more lenient on her. 

Soon the police cars were gone and the sirens faded in the distance. The townspeople were still gathered in little groups talking. Lisette overheard one lady say how she didn’t know what the town was coming too. First Anna and the Chicken Man, and now this! 

The Chicken Man! Lisette remembered how Miss. Libby had never shared that story with her, like she had said she would. She figured now she would never know. 

Lisette’s stomach was rumbling, she thought she could really use some coffee with some tasty donuts from the Fluffer Nutter Shop. Then she remembered Betsy, but she didn’t see her anywhere! How did a cow just disappear from the center of a crowded town? There was definitely something strange about that cow. She shook her head and walked across the street to the Fluffer Nutter Shop. 

Opening the door she saw that others had the same idea, there was a long line at the counter. That was okay with Lisette, for she had no idea what she was going to do next so she didn’t mind waiting. Finally it was her turn, everyone else had left. 

“Hi Lisette! Are you okay? Quite the excitement today, eh? Were you in the shop when the police came?” 

Lisette didn’t know how to explain where she had been, so she just said that she hadn’t been working at the time. 

She ordered a peanut butter filled donut with sprinkles on top and some French Vanilla coffee. Then she took a seat up at the counter to enjoy it and visit with Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter some. 

“I suspect they will take Miss. Libby and Miss. Jill to the same prison that Anna is in.” Mr. Fluff said. 

“Who is Anna?” asked Lisette. “I have heard her name mentioned quite a few times around town, and I heard Tanya mentioned too. Miss. Libby also told me that it was really sad what happened to the Chicken Man, but she never explained.” 

Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter sighed when they heard Lisette mention the Chicken Man, they did still miss their crazy friend. 

“Well if you have time, we can tell you the whole story.” Mr. Nutter said. “But be aware, it can get quite confusing!” 

“I have plenty of time.” said Lisette, with her curiosity piqued now.

“Just give me a minute to put away this Battleship game.” said Mr. Fluff. 

“Battleship? I thought you guys played checkers?” 

Mr. Fluff laughed, “Well we did, but someone got tired of losing all the time, so he decided to try and beat me at Battleship. No more checkers for him.” 

Lisette laughed and remembered some of the games she played as a child. “Have you ever played CandyLand, Mr.Nutter? Perhaps you could win at that.” 

Mr. Fluff and Lisette laughed at Mr. Nutter’s face. He then poured himself some coffee and sat down. “I do believe there is a story you would like to hear?” 

“Yes, please! I am all ears.” said Lisette and Mr. Nutter began. 

 

 

 

Untangling the Web

The following story is a continuation from last week’s post. Here is the link if you missed reading it. Spinning the Web

Lisette had been working for Miss. Jill for a month now and she had no doubt that something strange was going on. Miss. Jill obviously was doing something very secretive, and Lisette was afraid that it was illegal. Why else would Miss. Libby have been so against Lisette working there? 

Customers would come in specifically asking for Miss. Jill and she would take them into the back room while Lisette ran the store herself. Sometimes they were just in the back room for a short amount of time, but other times it got rather long. 

Lisette felt brave a couple times and when Miss. Jill would go to lunch she tried to slip into the back room, but it was always locked. If only someday she would forget to lock it before going to lunch! 

The only thing that Miss. Jill said about the back room was that there would be times she would have to go back there for certain special customers. She told her how she would need Lisette to be in charge of the store when she was back there. When Lisette started to ask some questions, Jill just went onto another subject, like she had never heard her. Miss. Libby was the same way when Lisette tried to bring it up at breakfast one day. 

Lisette sighed, feeling frustrated! Did she really want to work for someone who could be involved in something illegal? Not to mention the fact that she was lodging with someone who was also possibly involved in illegal activity! What would her Mama say if she knew of this? Oh it would cause her gray hairs for sure! 

One day after work Lisette stopped by the Fluffer Nutter Shoppe. She could use a sweet Salted Caramel Latte and a powdery cream filled donut to go with it. That would lift her spirits. Today had been extra busy at work. Not with paying customers, but Miss. Jill’s special customers! She was in the back room for a large part of the day! 

The bell dinged as she walked into the Fluffer Nutter Shoppe. Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter were involved in what appeared to be a serious game of checkers. They looked up and smiled and said they would be right with her, if she didn’t mind waiting. 

“I am just about ready to beat this old guy”, said Mr. Fluff. 

“Who are you calling old?” 

“Who do you think? Checkmate!” Mr. Fluff smiled big as he successfully took all of Mr. Nutter’s remaining checkers off the board. 

Mr. Nutter muttered under his breath and Lisette laughed. Poor guy, he never seemed to win. 

“What can I get you? My treat today in honor of another winning game!” Mr. Fluff said. 

“Oh, well in that case I will have 2 powdery cream filled donuts please and a Salted Caramel Latte. Thank you! ” replied Lisette. 

It didn’t take long at all until Lisette’s taste buds were savoring the taste of the creamy donuts. While she was sitting there eating, Mr. Nutter asked her how she liked working for Miss. Jill. 

“Its going fine, she is a very nice lady.” said Lisette. 

“Yes, yes that she is”, replied Mr. Nutter, “Do you ever notice anything strange going…” 

Mr. Fluff interrupted him. “Don’t bother the girl with questions.” he said, but Mr. Nutter ignored him and repeated the question. 

“Do you ever notice anything strange going on at the store?” 

Lisette bit her lip, should she confide in them her suspicions? How did she know if she could trust them? Maybe they were involved too. 

“Ummm…No, not really.” she replied. 

“Not really?” Mr. Fluffer asked, as he raised his eyebrows. 

“Welll…” and before Lisette could stop, she was pouring out the story to them and her suspicions. 

Mr. Nutter walked over to the door and turned the sign to close and said. “We should talk.”  Lisette’s stomach turned. What was he going to say, was she in trouble now? 

Lisette could hardly sleep that night. Her mind was swimming with what Mr. Nutter and Mr. Fluff had told her. She had to see for herself. Tomorrow she was going to find a way into the back room. Seeing was believing! She fell into a fitful sleep. 

Lisette’s stomach was full of butterflies. She had barely eaten breakfast. She was so nervous about this afternoon and the truth that she may find in the back room. Time seemed to pass so slowly. Finally Miss. Jill left the store for her lunch break, now was her chance. Lisette went outside and around to the back of the store. She found the door and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried the knob. Yes! It was unlocked! She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of the back entrance before. 

She entered and she gasped. It was just like Mr. Fluff and Mr. Nutter had described. It looked like a quilt shop. There were quilts stacked on the table and some looking like they were still being sewn. Lisette’s hands were shaking as she took her scissors and started to cut into one of the quilts that had been neatly folded and stacked. It was true! She found the secret pouch between the folds of the quilt and the contents of the pouch. She held the pouch in her hands in disbelief! They were smuggling drugs! 

“LISETTE!” Lisette froze hearing her name. She looked up and saw Miss. Jill standing in the doorway. Lisette turned as pale as a ghost. 

“Oh Lisette what have you done!”

Lisette had no words, she didn’t even think she could scream if she needed too, she couldn’t move! 

“You have to believe me, this wasn’t my idea! Miss. Libby conned me into it, and once I knew what she was doing, I couldn’t get out. I want to stop, I do, but….but…she’s made threats, I just can’t!”  Miss. Jill put her face in her hands as she started to cry. Lisette started to feel sorry for her, but at the same time she knew she had to get out of there. What if  Miss. Libby dropped by and found her there. She ran out the back door and with her adrenaline pumping she kept running! 

Once again she found herself at the peaceful meadow, by the creek. Oh what was she to do. How could she face Miss. Libby now that she knew the truth. Miss. Libby would see the truth written all over her face, she would know that Lisette knew, and then what would she do?? Would she threaten her, like she did to Miss. Jill? She wanted to run far away, she couldn’t go back to town, she just couldn’t. 

Lisette felt eyes on her and she was afraid to turn around. Someone was behind her, she could feel it. Her nerves were so tight, she almost screamed when turning around. Relief ran through her when she saw that it was only Betsy. Betsy with the deep dark, brown eyes, that bore into her. Like she knew all her secrets. Betsy with the enchanted cow bell hanging around her neck. The enchanted… Suddenly Lisette knew what she had to do, she yanked on the cow bell with all her might, ringing it 3x, praying that it would work!  

POOF! Purple and pink smoke filled the air and she was knocked off her feet. The smoke cleared and Lisette got up on her feet. She was definitely not in the meadow anymore, but where was she? “MOO!” Lisette jumped, she was not alone! 

 

 

 

Breaking the Spell

Once upon a time there was a man who lived near a beautiful lake. He loved his lakehouse, far away from the craziness of the world. He enjoyed the solitude immensely, everything was perfect. Well almost perfect!

One crisp Autumn day he was sitting on his deck looking at the lake. He had taken his morning swim and was enjoying sitting in the sun, alone with his thoughts. Would the day ever come where he would finally spend more time in his home, than he did on the lake?

His story was a little tragic, for long ago he had been captured by an evil fairy, who had placed a spell on him. She had turned him into a Duck!

Fortunately his friends had rescued him from the forest but they hadn’t been able to break the spell! He still looked like a duck, waddled like a duck and quacked like a duck, so he was a duck, though not really! He was able to talk, but after every few words he would let out a QUACK! It drove the poor guy crazy! Not to mention, his friends as well, when listening to him.

They promised that they wouldn’t give up trying to find out the cure and today was the day that they planned to try the latest cure.

His one friend told him to cross his fingers and toes in hopes that it would work. He then laughed as he remembered that he couldn’t very well do that, for he was a duck!

The poor man couldn’t wait to have his hands and feet back again! Oh to look like a human again! No more duck face! If his friends told him to make a duckface one more time for the camera he was sure to lose it! They thought they were hilarious!

Hearing a car pull up, his thoughts were interrupted. They were here, the time had come. Would this cure work?? He waddled towards the car with his webbed feet and a pensive duckface.

After greeting the 3 guys and chatting and quacking a little, they got down to business.

“Here is the magic potion for you to drink. Its coffee made with extra special beans. A raspberry, caramel,banana, marshmallow flavor.”

The poor guy grimaced and had a very pouty duckface, he hated coffee! But he hated being a duck even more!

He went to start slurping it, for its not like he had hands to hold the cup. His friends said, “Wait! Has to be rigbt at Noon! You have 2 minutes to wait.”

He gave his friends a look, but they had straight faces as they told him he had to follow the rules exactly.

“Go!” They shouted! “Keep slurping until its all done!”

Mr.Duckface slurped and slurped, and a few times he felt like puking! At last he finished, but he was still a duck!

Now we need to say a chant over you and you need to stick your head under the water while we say it. He gave them a questioning look again but waddled down to the lake. Stuck his head in the water and his bottom in the air.

His friends started chanting and suddenly he was sputtering! He lifted his head up spitting out water. He was human again!!

“It worked, it worked!!” He shouted with utter joy, dancing a jig. His friends were ectastic. Everyone was in high spirits when Kendra pulled into the driveway.

She was grinning from ear to ear. “I see that this is a day of celebration!”

Mr. No longer Duckface had a broad smile! “Yes, that magic potion coffee was the worse and being upside down in the water wasn’t fun but it was all worth it!”

Kendra had a confused look, “a magic potion….upside down in the water?? But all you had to do was…”

His friends quickly interrupted Kendra. ” Hey buddy, lets all pose for a pic and how about going for a ride on your boat?”

“Wait! I want to know what Kendra was going to say.”

All eyes were on Kendra and she noticed the pleading look in his friends eyes. It took her a moment but she figured it out, and had to restrain her laughter.

“So no more duck lips, eh? Too bad, I thought they looked good on you.” He made a face at her and she laugbed, telling them to all go out on the boat and she would whip togethet a celebratory meal.

Watching them go she shook her head laughing. Oh, if he only knew that all that was required to break the spell was the chant. Something his friends were fully aware of! She walked back to the lakehouse. Fun was always around when one had crazy friends!

A dream or??

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Stefan couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing, could he? But if that lady really wasn’t playing the piano, than where was the music coming from? He stood there transfixed, watching the lady’s fingers move up and down the keyboard. Who was she?

He was having second thoughts about staying at this house. The Shepler’s , their neighbors, were going on vacation for a week, and they had wanted someone to stay at their house, while they were gone. They had a Boston Terrier and a Sheltie, that needed taken care of, plus a pot bellied pig!

Stefan had been excited at first, for he loved dogs and he couldn’t wait to take Penelope the pig for a walk. He had no qualms of being alone in a house for a week. His parent’s lived  next door.  He was looking forward to being alone, having peace and quiet. Time away from his tattle tale sister and pesky brother.

The first few nights were fine, but then he started hearing the music. The first time he heard it he just ignored it, he was too tired and went back to sleep. He was wide awake tonight though when hearing it, so he couldn’t resist checking it out.

He had crept down the stairs. Why he had crept, he didn’t know, what was he afraid of? He probably had left the stereo on. He hadn’t had it on a classical station though and it sure wasn’t rock music that was playing!

Now he stood frozen in place, not knowing what to think or do! Snickers, the Boston Terrier had her ears straight up, while looking at the piano. Trixie, the Sheltie was snoring away.

Dare he call out to the mysterious lady? He thought about it, but then he remembered he didn’t believe in ghosts! This lady had a strange glow around her. The burgler alarm hadn’t gone off, so how did she get in here?

She kept playing, and Stefan felt himself get a chill, starting to shake all over. He needed to get back under his covers. Running up the stairs he jumped in his bed, and pulled the covers over his head.

When he woke up the next morning he tried to tell himself that it was all a dream. He kept repeating that to himself all day, trying to get himself to believe what he was saying.

That night he stayed awake as long as possible, afraid to go to sleep, but he finally gave into it. He slept peacefully all night long. The next night he did too, and he began to relax. It must have been all a dream, probably from eating a cold  anchovy pizza. before bed. He played with the dogs the next day, took Penelope on a walk and was happy, feeling all was well.

What was that noise? NO! It couldn’t be the music again! He was awake, he pinched himself to prove it! He had just gone to bed a little bit ago.

Pulling the covers over his head, he tried to tell himself to stop shaking. Just one more night to go, surely he could make it for just one more night.

The music seemed to go on forever as he laid under his covers. Finally it stopped and slowly he felt himself relax , feeling  his eyelids get heavy.

Fortunately the next night all was quiet and the Shepler’s came home at noon the next day. Stefan was more than happy to go home! Even if meant dealing with a tattle tale sister and a pesky brother. He actually found himself missing them. He would take them over ghosts any day!!

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Sometimes we can’t see because of the dense fog, and sometimes its something else clouding our “vision.”

Ally, from http://thespectacledbean.com/2020/10/23/tgif-5-words-to-know-a-bit-of-wordsmithery-fun-a-simple-question/asked a fun question this morning. What is your favorite word or words? No need to feel ferhoodled! Just share your word/words in the comments below, maybe you can teach us a new one!

Its not the size of the gift that makes it sweet! PB cups are tiny.

Spinning the Web

Miss. Libby was sitting in her bright sunflower yellow kitchen, deep in thought. Lisette had left to do some shopping, so she was all alone. She still couldn’t get over the fact that Lisette had gone and applied for a job at Miss. Jill’s Dress Shop. The fact that Jill had actually hired her was an even bigger surprise!  How could she have hired her? Wasn’t she afraid that Lisette would find out and if Lisette found out, who knew what would happen. What would she do with the information?  Libby shook her head, taking another drink of her Vanilla Chai tea. Perhaps she needed something a little stronger. Her stomach was in knots. 

Things had been going so smoothly. She had the perfect set up with Miss. Jill, and now some stranger from out of town, just appears and risks ruining everything. All the hard work that Miss. Libby had put into the lucrative side business. She needed this business, as her Inn wasn’t doing very well presently. She set her cup down hard making some of of the tea splash out onto the white tablecloth. Something had to be done, and she was going to do it. She was going to make a phone call to Jill and give her a piece of her mind. 

Miss. Jill was pacing the floor with the phone in her hand. “Yes, I know but…”  “She is a nice la…”  Jill rolled her eyes, she could barely get a word in. “Just calm down and listen!” she finally said in a little sterner of voice, finally Libby got quiet. 

“I am not firing her, the girl didn’t even start yet! I think this could be a very good thing. I could really use the extra help in the store, especially when the special customers come.  Lisette can stay out front with the other customers, as I take the special customers to the back room. 

Jill sighed, as Libby ranted again, but by the time they ended the conversation, Libby did seem a little more warmed up to the idea. She would come around, thought Jill, at least she hoped she did. Dealing with an irritable Libby was not pleasant.

There were times Jill wished that she had never got involved with this side business in the first place. All she had wanted to do was own her own Dress and Fabric store, and then she met Miss. Libby. Before she knew it, she was caught up in a tangled web of secrets, and she kept getting deeper entwined. 

Miss. Libby hung up the phone feeling a little better. Perhaps Jill did know what she was doing. Lisette did seem pretty innocent and naïve, so she might be the right one to help out at the store. It would free up Jill. Maybe business could increase if Jill had more time. Libby saw dollar signs in her head and her smile grew bigger. This really may be a good thing, a very good thing, she thought.  She was thinking of what all she could do with the extra money, as she headed upstairs with her silver Persian cat following right behind her. 

Lisette was dumbfounded. She had come back to the Inn, because she forgot her wallet and she had overheard Miss. Libby on the phone. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when she heard her name spoken, she couldn’t move from her spot in the hallway. 

Miss. Libby wanted Miss. Jill to fire her!? Why? Did she have that strong of dislike for Miss. Jill? She listened some more and things just weren’t adding up. Miss. Libby said that Lisette couldn’t find out about their other business dealings. That they all would be in jeopardy then. What other business? 

Lisette’s mind was swirling. Something wasn’t right and suddenly she was uncertain about working for Miss. Jill. Maybe she should rethink this whole idea of staying in this town. What was she getting into? She needed to take a walk to clear her brain about the troublesome conversation she had heard. 

She didn’t really have a destination in mind she just left the Inn and kept walking, pondering things over. 

When she finally decided to pay attention to her surroundings, she figured out where she was. She was near the creek where she had met the little Annie before.  She had walked out of town. Perhaps sitting by the creek was just what she needed to relax and think straight. 

Walking a little ways more she saw the babbling creek and it didn’t look like anyone was around. Lisette relished the idea of sitting alone for a bit. She slipped off her shoes and dangled her feet in the water. The cool water felt good, she hadn’t meant to walk so far and her feet were a little sore. She found a pebble in the grass and skipped it across the water. She was beginning to relax, when she heard a “MOOOOO!” right behind her! 

Jumping up, she almost lost her balance!  She caught herself and turned around to see Betsy, the cow staring at her, with her deep brown eyes. 

Lisette tried to catch her breath and calm down when she noticed something hanging around Betsy’s neck. It was the enchanted cowbell! Oh Lisette was really tempted to grab it off her neck and shake it for all it was worth! It just had to work again. She went to grab it, but something stopped her from touching it. Never had she been so intimidated by a cow’s eyes before. 

Betsy continued to stare at her and then just as quickly as she had appeared she turned her back on Lisette and walked back towards the barn. Lisette stared after her. Oh how she wanted that bell, but … She sighed. No, she wasn’t going to give up, she would go to work for Miss. Jill and see what she could find out. Perhaps all those Nancy Drew books that she had read as a child would finally pay off! 

(to be continued….next week) 

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Happy Tuesday! I hope your week is off to a good start and that it continues to go smoothly. If you find yourself dodging curve balls though, perhaps you can follow the advice of the first quote of the day. Though I do hope that your world doesn’t crash down around you! Enjoy the quotes, and remember take some time each day to “just breathe!”  

 

 

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