Sometimes when one writes what they think is the end of the story, it turns out not to be the end! So even though you read the conclusion to my series of stories about Julia, Luke and little Annie, there is still a little more to come yet! I was strongly encouraged to write an Epilogue and since I like to keep my followers happy, here you go. I hope you enjoy it!
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“Mama, Mama, he is here again, can I go pet the chicken please?”
Annie tugged at Julia’s arm as she pointed to the man with his pet chicken. They only came to town twice a month to stock up on all their belongings and Annie always loved the trip. She got to visit the candy shop and spend the pennies she had saved up and she also loved seeing the chicken man. He was the only man who she had ever seen walk his chicken on a leash. At times they would even see him put the chicken on his shoulder and bend his head towards the chicken like it was talking to him!
After they visited with the chicken man they went to Jill’s fabric store. She always had the prettiest fabrics to choose from and was often heard singing to herself. Sometimes she would get so caught up in singing that she forgot what she was doing, but she was a nice lady, even if she was a little crazy.
Julia wanted to make Annie a new dress and may even make herself one. She had noticed the way Luke looked at her when she wore her jade green dress. His eyes sparkled, and it made Julia feel warm all over. It was amazing how quickly in the past year that the love between them had bloomed. The color still rose in her cheeks, as she remembered the very first time his lips had brushed against hers. The magic she had felt that night under the stars. Oh she had to stop daydreaming now and concentrate or they would never get done shopping.
Finally they made their purchases at the fabric store and Annie was skipping with joy, she been able to pick out some pretty coral pink fabric.
“Mama! Could you make a little dress for my Lulu too?” Julia put her arm around Annie and drew her close, “Yes, I think we could do a matching dress for Lulu.” Julia said and Annie squealed with delight.
They had one more store to go too and than they would start the trip back home. The last store, “The FlufferNutter Shoppe” was the one owned by 2 older gentleman, who often made Annie laugh with their puns and silly stories. Julia would roll her eyes but often couldn’t hide her smile. As Julia picked out some coffee and cornmeal to make grits, she listened to Annie giggle.
They made their purchases and were about to leave when the bell jangled over the door and in walked the chicken man again. He was a good friend of the 2 older gentleman and often would come in to the store to take a coffee break with them. Julia was shaking her head as she and Annie were walking out of the store, hearing them talking about unicorns and gnus!
On the ride home Annie started out chattering, but it didn’t take her long to fall asleep against Julia’s shoulder. Julia’s mind began to wander back to thinking about Luke. She recalled the night he had opened up to her about what the little white cross stood for.
It had been a memorial to his wife. Three months after she had suddenly left he got a letter saying how wrong she had been to leave and how she was coming home. That she had been mad at him, but now she couldn’t wait to see him and be in his arms again. His heart was full of mixed emotions, for he had been deeply hurt by her leaving, but oh how he had missed her. Was his world was coming back together?
The week that she was supposed to arrive, there had been a stagecoach robbery. He didn’t know at first if it was her stagecoach that had been robbed but his stomach was in knots with worry, until it was confirmed. He saw her name in black and white listed as one of the passengers on the coach. It had been robbed by the Axe brothers. They had killed everyone on the stagecoach. It took awhile but at last they were caught, though it was believed that their leader a woman named Lizzie was still on the loose.
Julia’s heart had ached for him and all he had been through. She had been determined to make his heart sing again and the way this year has been going she couldn’t be happier. She pulled on the reins of the horses a little harder, she was anxious to get back home and be wrapped in his arms once again, while whispering her little surprise secret into his ear.
So when are you going to write the final episode when Anna returns from wherever she went?
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Hmmm…..good question…I am thinking! But hey, you got your unicorn in the story. 🙂
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Yeh … I really didn’t want it in the story. It was totally out of place with the other characters.
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Oh gosh! Well you at least found out what the little white cross meant!
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No I don’t believe that story for one minute. Anna is buried there!
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Oooh you won’t forget about Anna will you! But if Anna is buried there than who is she?
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You tell us! You wrote the story about Anna (remember the title?), so if you don’t know who she is … ?
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Then I guess we just may never know…….
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You bet it was out of place. Unicorns are always out of place. That’s why they’re so unique.
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Unique for sure and thats what made them fit with the 2 Nuts in the Fluffer Nutter Shoppe! 🙂
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OH HO!!! You have outdone yourself this time, my dear friend!!! I’m so honoured to be the proprietor of the fabric store, even if a little bit crazy! And I’m sure the ‘two old guys’ will be thrilled to own the FlufferNutter Shoppe! And you even worked Lizzie Borden into the story! I chuckled all the way through this epilogue! Thank you!!!!! And now, I am satisfied and you can put it to rest … if you’re sure you want to. 😊
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So glad you felt honored! I almost put about your lost salt shaker, but didn’t know how to have that be in a fabric store. LOL!
Oh yes I am sure the “old guys” are thrilled, even if too humble to mention it! I mean hey who wouldn’t want to own a Fluffer Nutter Shoppe! They are rather use to being “honored” though. 🙂
You also can’t forget the chicken man, he should feel honored as well!
Hmmm….put them to rest? I don’t know I am kinda getting attached to these characters now!
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Ha ha … I read your story to my daughter, and then this comment, to which she said that you could have said I was singing Margaritaville … the line about the “large shaker of salt”. She enjoyed the post, by the way!
Ah! My bad on leaving out the Chicken Man! Indeed, he should feel honoured … we all should. And thanks again for the epilogue … I will sleep better tonight for knowing.
Oho! So … this may become an ongoing saga!!! Awesome!
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LOL! Ahh yes, I should have thought of Margsritaville!
Glad your daughter enjoyed it. 🙂
I helped you sleep better and took care of Tippy’s twitch above his eye, but left poor Colin still curious about what happened to Anna! Well you can’t win them all!😄
I wonder if the chicken man took his chicken for a walk today.
An onging saga? You just never know!
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Awwwww … poor Colin. Hmmmm … do I sense a series here … perhaps a sequel?
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I am voting for ongoing saga. Perhaps Annie is crazy and Anna is her alter-ego that makes her do bad, bad things.
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Oooh you didn’t say that about little, sweet, innocent Annie! I am not even going to ask what you had in mind when you said, “bad, bad things!” Its probably best for my sanity that I don’t! LOL!
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I just meant that Annie is a dog person and Anna is a cat person. Nothing more scary than that. Hee hee.
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LOL! OH gosh! 🙂
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Let me guess: Colin is the chicken man and Jason and I own a Fluffer Nutter Shoppe. Whatever the heck a fluffer nutter is.
I’m glad Luke is not an axe murderer. But I’m sure he probably killed someone with something else at one time.
You might be advised from an experienced horseback rider that you don’t pull on the reins to make horses go faster. That’s what makes them stop. Rather, you loosen the reins and kick them in the ribs (hopefully a gentle kick, or you might wind up suddenly sitting on the ground).
Thanks for finishing the story. Now the neurotic twitch over my eyebrow can subside.
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Ummm….you may need to read Jason’s prequal again to find out the identity of the chicken man, its really not hard!
And you gotta know what a fluffer nutter is or you are missing out!
Oh gosh! You still aren’t convinced that Luke is a SWEET man!?
Oops! Yesh I did know that about horses but…..!
Glad I could make your twitch go away, that must have been annoying!
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Oh yeah, that’s right about Jason. You are very astute. I’ll bet you take notes on all the nutty comments some of those other bloggers make.
I googled fluffernutter. It seems like a sandwich that would make me gain one pound with every bite.
Luke could very well be a sweet man. There have been plenty of sweet-talking serial killers in history.
What you need is horse sense.
I feel my twitch returning.
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LOL! Yeah those “other bloggers” do make such nutty comments.
Fluffer Nutters were a childhood favorite.
“Sweet talking serial killers” ..”horse sense” ….mmm…!! I need to go back to bed!
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Perhaps the chicken man has a brother that has a chicken too. And the chicken brothers move to New Mexico and start a chain of chicken restaurants with a Spanish theme. Perhaps these chicken brothers (Pollos Hermanos in Spanish) even use this chain of restaurants as a front business for some illegal activity, you know breaking bad laws. That would make a story.
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It could happen. But I think they’d need some scientific expertise to help them. Perhaps from a scientist, or made just a high school science teacher. And/or maybe a high school science student dropout. That would make for a more believable story.
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Sounds like they may also need a good lawyer who is not afraid to get his hands dirty.
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That should be no problem. ‘Sall good, man.
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That’s it! A Science student drop-out named Anna. She was experimenting with chickens when she met one with an axe. The rest is buried in history, and under that white cross!
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Well maybe. But I do wonder if you’ve ever seen the TV series.
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They made a TV series about Anna and the chicken?
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No, Carolyn wouldn’t sell them the rights to her story. I’m talking about the Breaking Bad series. You can find it on Netflix, if you’re ever interested.
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Oh my gosh! Hey for the right price!
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Really? What if they make you write another ending?
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Oh, you mean like what I just did for FREE??
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Of course. If you’re willing to write for free, why wouldn’t they have you write another one?
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I would charge them!
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You mean, you would put your head down, paw the earth with your feet, then run at them?
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Noooo! And this is why you and Colin were put in charge of the Fluffer NUTter Shoppe! It makes perfect sense. Just like it makes perfect sense that the “chicken man” visits there often, for can’t say I know many people who have chickens talk to them!
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I bet Anna talks to chickens! That’s probably why you wrote her out of your story, despite the fact that she figured in the title.
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I am soooo not using the name Anna in a story again! LOL!
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Actually, the chicken man came in one day, with his pet, and I told him that no pets were allowed. Then I shook my finger very sternly at this poultry-on-a-leash and growled, “Get out of my shop!” Its eyes got real wide and it bolted out the door. Sheesh, what a chicken.
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Poor chicken!!
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“No comment!” 🙂
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Hey did you know that Jill said you are sculpting me a Flutter Nutter Shoppe? What a nice gift? I have such good fans! 🙂
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I didn’t know that. However, I’m out of marshmallows, so you’ll have to settle for mushrooms, instead.
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Oh dear, no mushrooms won’t work! They won’t go with peanut butter. 🙂
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Well something else marshy, then. I’m simply fresh out of marshmallows.
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I see what happens when you put guys in charge of making things! 🙂
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we don’t talk about Lizzie in our family…
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Ooh I almost spit my tea out! LOL!
Its probably a good thing that you don’t talk about her!
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Finally, a conclusion to the conclusion. Was it so difficult to please your adoring fans?
Now, i do want to hear more about this man with the pet chicken and not leave this character all cooped up in the back of your mind some where. You may have just plucked him out of the comments, but I sense there is a nugget of meaningful story to be told. Is he just visiting or does he roost in town somewhere? Is he the only one who can hear the chicken talk, or is his mind a few eggs short of a dozen? Maybe you could peck out a little story about him on your keyboard.
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Maybe it was the chicken who axed Anna, and put her under the white cross? That would be why it crossed the road.
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Okay I have 3 things to point out to you!
!. There is nobody under the little white cross!
2. There is nobody under the little white cross!
3. There is nobody under the little white cross!
Does that make things a little more clear? The chicken must have crossed the road for a different reason. 🙂
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You know being pummeled with puns is even worse when one worked night shift and is sleep deprived! I should have just …”smacked my head”… before I even got out of bed, would have saved me the trouble! LOL! But it did help me wake up!
I think you ate A bowlful of wit for breakfast! I will say though that I do like his mind being a few eggs short of a dozen! Haha! Maybe! 🙂
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I’m confused. Are puns a good thing or a bad thing?
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Ask your chicken, perhaps he will tell you! Sorry, forgot I was talking to someone a few eggs short of a dozen, didn’t mean to confuse ya. 🙂
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I may be a few eggs short of a dozen, but I have a chicken so the yolks on you.
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“very funny!” I am going to get some coffee!
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Yup, when all else fails, coffee is always there. This egg-citing story was a pretty good save, though — it certainly had a lot to cackle at. 🙂
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I am smiling, glad you liked it, and shaking my head at the same time!
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A bowlful of Witties is a great breakfast. The breakfast of Chumpians.
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.. mmm.. !!
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My mind was overwhelmed by the chicken puns and I forgot to comment on your line about my “adoring fans”…. Ummm….. difficult to please you ask? Ooooh noooo, a piece of cake! (Cough,cough!!) Where is the water! Where are the gifts from my “adoring fans?”
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I give the gift of pun.
I mainly meant that many enjoy your stories and want to know more.
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And what an abundant gift giver you are!
I am glad that many enjoy them for it would be rather boring to just write them for myself! And my “fans” do inspire certain “nuggets” as you said. 🙂
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Poppy cocks and they all have chickened out while Anna aka Lizzie is on the loose. I will send out for a bounty hundter.
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No Lizzie is not Anna! Remember, Colin is convinced that she is under the cross! LOL!
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Nope, I’m not convinced.
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Aha! I knew it! Wonderful.
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😎🙂
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just want to say how much I loved your ending. this story is about the goodness of life and love.
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😊❤ Thanks Gina!
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Will you write a sequel when the new baby arrives?
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Ahh! You are clever. 🙂 Who knows, with the way this story is going! I posted another part yesterday. “Going Crazy!”
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Okay, I think I’ve read some of this out of order…this part answers some of my previous questions. 😜
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Chicken on a leash, oh my god that’s so cute! The way Julia recalls her feelings for Luke just makes me giggle like a teenager. Sheesh 😆
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