Why the question marks after my title? If you have been following my story ,A Mama for Anna you will understand. Is this really the End? Will it become a series? Your guess is probably as good as mine! With this story my “followers” have had a large say in it, so I am just taking a deep breath, diving in, and waiting with baited breath to find out.
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“Cock a doodle doo!” The rooster was loudly greeting the new day, but Julia sure didn’t feel like it. The baby had been kicking her all night long. Now it had finally decided to take a break from it acrobatics. Julia may be tired, but she couldn’t help but smile, while rubbing her stomach.
“Have I told you how much I love your smile, my sweet Buttercup?” Luke said, as he put his arm around her and Julia snuggled her head against his shoulder.
“Only about a hundred times, but whose counting.” she quietly said, with her eyes still closed, breathing out a contented sigh.
They laid in bed for a little while longer, until Luke gave her a soft kiss. “You do make it harder to get out of bed in the morning.”
She gave him a little nudge, saying, “Oh but you have to go, for sweet Betsy and the other cows are calling your name. Plus, now I can spread out on the bed”, and she gave him a little push.
“Oh, I see how it is!”, laughing, he got out of bed and got dressed, as Julia sprawled out in the middle of the bed.
“Just remember, I like my bacon crispy, not my toast!” he quickly went out the bedroom door, dodging the pillow that Julia threw. Julia smiled as the door shut, she would just close her eyes for a few more minutes and then start breakfast. Yes, poor Luke had to put up with several burnt offerings in the beginning, but she had greatly improved! He just couldn’t resist being a tease!
Meanwhile back in town, Miss. Jill, the fabric store owner was having quite the morning. She had spilled her coffee on herself when she went to sit down. Then she couldn’t find the salt to put on her scrambled eggs.
She also wasn’t looking forward to dealing with Miss.Delaney today. Jill had her dress all made for her. She knew though that Miss.Delaney, she would find something wrong with it. The lady was so hard to please! Jill had to bite her tongue several times around her. She let out a sigh and then spied the salt shaker and shook it all over her eggs. Took a big bite and her eyes got watery. What was red pepper doing in her salt shaker! She smacked her head!
The Chicken Man was on his 3rd cup of coffee at the “Fluffer Nutter Shoppe”. He had just successfully beat Mr.Fluffer at checkers for the third time in a row. “We need to play poker”, Mr.Fluffer said. The Chicken Man smiled, leaning back in his chair.
“Hey, I never told you guys what happened a couple weeks ago when I was in the woods.” the Chicken Man said. He went on to explain to them about meeting the young girl, whose name was Anna, and seeing her a few times after that, among the trees
His friends listened intently, and Mr.Nutter shook his head, not seeming surprised.
“Have you guys never heard about the legend that has been told over the years?”
The Chicken Man and Mr. Fluffer, both shook their heads “No”.
Mr.Nutter leaned began to rock as he shared the story. “Legend says that long ago there was a little girl at a train station looking for her Mama. Others had seen her, but as quickly as she came she disappeared. No one knew her story. People have seen her in the woods from time to time, but just like your experience, no one has been able to talk with her long enough to learn much about her. She just runs off.”
Mr. Fluffer spoke up, “That is intriguing, never had heard about it, but I did hear the mystery surrounding the little white cross.”
The Chicken Man and Mr. Nutter, nodded their heads, that was a mystery that everyone was aware of, but people were split on what they thought.
There was a little white cross in the fields where Mr.Luke Shadow lived. He was known to all as a gentleman and people felt very sorry about what had happened to his wife, but no one quite knew for sure what the little white cross in his fields was for. They had heard that it was a memorial to his wife, but some didn’t buy that explanation. They thought there was more to the story than what he was telling, even though he had repeated the story often. Were their actual bones buried under the cross and if so, who or what did they belong too?
“I went to see Mr.Shadow once, and had Charlie with me. He couldn’t stop sniffing around that little white cross. Mr.Shadow watched him closely out of the corner of his eye and seemed nervous to me as we were talking.” the Chicken Man said.
There was silence as they all wondered about the two mysteries for a little bit.
” Well, I know one thing we all can be sure of…. I bet that I can win another game of checkers.” said the Chicken Man.
“No, we are playing poker this time, get the chips,” Mr. Fluffer said.
“But I ate them!” replied Mr. Nutter.
Mr. Fluffer smacked his head with his hand and the Chicken Man rolled his eyes.
Mr. Nutter laughed as he went to get the chips and they all started playing.
While everyone was going about their day, no one seemed to notice the shadow of the little girl, with the chestnut brown hair kneeling beside the little white cross in the field.
Okay, now you’ve really got me hooked with that last paragraph! And what’s with the mention of Jill and Ms. Delaney?
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I was just giving s peek into the life of the fabric store owner.
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Do you mind suggestions? If so, then I’ll venture this one:
The Chicken Man cleans Mr. Fluffer out, in the poker game. Mr. Fluffer even bets his share of the FlufferNutter shop, and loses.
But all is not lost. He sneaks through the woods to the Shadow Farm, and finds the little white cross. He digs around the cross and unearths a large suitcase.
Inside the suitcase he pulls out a stack of hundred dollar bills, from amongst the many other stacks. This is the stash he buried from a very successful bank robbery, years ago. He had to throw out some old bones that were in the way when he hid this treasure, but that was okay. He figured no one would ever think to search for his ill-gotten gains by unearthing a grave.
He gave the money to the Chicken Man and got the shop back. And then he swore that never again would he ever gamble. And this oath was easy for him, since he’d taken it hundreds of times before.
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Oh dear, you just couldn’t find the suitcase without finding bones, could you!
Well I am glad he got back his part of the shoppe. But it doesn’t look like he will stick to checkers! The “shadow” of gambling debt may fall on him once again!
So I just have one important question, is this “The End”?
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No. Gambling addictions never seem to end.
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Oh gosh! I didn’t mean the end of his gambling addiction, but the end of the story?? 🙂
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No. That’s your job to write the ending.
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But….isn’t that what I just did??
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No, because you haven’t yet revealed who’s buried beneath the white cross.
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Oh gosh! But….not all stories end with revealing all the answers! 🙂
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Well not all of your stories. In fact, none of them. Which is why we have to keep coming up with our own answers.
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Well that encourages your creativity! I can’t handle being left in suspense but when its the other way around. LOL!
Oooh why do I feel that the more I write the deeper in the hole I get!
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Maybe your pencil is shaped like a shovel.
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…mmm….!! “Funnny!”
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If it was the end, you would have written that they all lived happily ever after.
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But this wasn’t a fairy tale, it didn’t start out Once Upon a Time! 🙂
And how can they live happily ever after with a little white cross in the field that everybody wonders about?
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I am beginning to think that the white cross is a red herring to distract us from our real nefarious character – Betsy. Betsy is purported to be a sweet cow, but I think that’s just a clever disguise and soon she’ll be sewing descent amidst the herd. A quietly whispered “moo” in the right ear and it is certain doom for Luke and he’ll have more than burned toast and soggy bacon to be worried about.
Be forewarned, I may get my cow puns going for my next reply.
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LOL about the white cross being a red herring. Hmmm…. clever thought, but you are wrong. 🙂 There really is ……the answer is coming.
Betsy is a sweet cow, she wouldn’t hurt poor Luke!
Cow puns eh! How many cow puns can one actually have? 😛
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He’s udderly full of them. But don’t cry over spilled puns.
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I won’t cry…..but …smacking my head… may just happen or perhaps I will have more self control! 🙂
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You’ve smacked your head so many times you must have a permanent red mark on your forehead.
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Surpisingly I don’t! You can confirm that with Colin, he saw me.
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Okay, well then I’ll try to get you to smack your head harder.
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For some reason I don’t doubt that at all!
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Betsy might try to cause trouble, but she’s liable to get her teet caught in a wringer.
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I feel like it behooves me to start making puns here.
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And I am thinking I probably shouldn’t have been so quick to make that comment to you!
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I guess we can’t hide from it any longer.
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I am just afraid that I will drive people away because they herd too many puns.
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Oooh shaking my head … just shaking , like I told Tippy I may be able to show more self control this time!
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Perhaps we should move to different pastures, rather than continue to milk this pun opportunity.
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Oh gosh! In case you didn’t notice, Jason did move on to a different pasture to milk his puns!
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Yes, I think I corralled him in your Super Short Stories post.
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Groaning!
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And to think I started blogging to help keep my sanity. LOL!
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Puns are good for you. Much better than coffee. Normal people are punny.
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Haha!! “Normal people are punny” Ummm…..I would not give the label “normal” to the “punny” people I know!! 😃
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Yeah well, I think you have to be normal to recognize normal.
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Ummm…..I sense you insinuating something with that statement. “No comment!”
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Hmm, that ain’t normal for you to not comment.
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…mmm…!!
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…mmm…!!
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new characters and mystery added, the story must have been brewing in your mind. I am excited to follow where it goes.
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So I take it that you are saying this shouldn’t be the end of the story? LOL!
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I am happy to go wherebyou lead me. Your stories are rich and soul satisfying
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You always make me smile! 😊
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Love your smile😍
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a great example of crowdsourcing a short story… 🙂
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Although I sometimes wonder if we are a crowd or a mob.
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LOL! Yes,a mob may be more fitting!
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a flash fiction mob? 🙂
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Yeah that’s it. We’re the Flash Fiction Mob.
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Now you’re just stringing us along! 😛
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Would I do that???? LOL! See my post today. 🙂
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Wait a minute!!! Back up!!! I am a bit late to the party … but, I thought the Chicken Man was dead??? I thought … Jason killed the Chicken Man? I have been dropped into some alternative universe and I am blaming it all on that wicked Delaney woman!!! And who the h*** put red pepper in my large shaker of salt … now I cannot stop coughing?
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Haha! I wondered when you were going to show up! No, Jason had only said about killing the Chicken Man, but no he still lives!
Hmmm…who did put the red pepper in it? But I guess that is better than arsenic, watch your coffee, Delaney might have it in for you!
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I was late to the party! Sigh … story of my life … a day late and dollar short! Sorry. Too much to do and too little energy these days. Sigh. Anyway … I am so happy that Chicken Man is alive and well!!! I’m thinking … that … I might just know who put the red pepper in my large shaker of salt. Let me just do a bit of sleuthing here …
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No problem showing up late! Tjete is no time schedule on my blog. Wish it was like that in real life!
Yes, I couldn’t kill the Chicken Man! I am too sweet for that! LOL!
Hmmm…..you think you may know who put the red pepper in your salt shaker? I am curious, do tell! Was it Mr. Fluff?
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I should have known you couldn’t kill Chicken Man … I just wasn’t thinking. Yes, {cough, cough} you are entirely too sweet for that! I’m keeping my suspicions under my hat for now, for I wouldn’t want to accuse her unjustly.
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LOL! Tippy so blew my “sweetness” cover, didn’t he!
Accuse her??? Oh gosh, you aren’t thinking the same as Jason are you?? Did you see his comment on “The End…” post?
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Hmmmm 🤔 I hadn’t seen Jason’s comment, but after reading this, I had to go back and check. Well … now that’s a novel thought … who’d have suspected the bloomin’ cow??? But no, that wasn’t the “her” I was thinking of. I was thinking more along the lines of a young orphan named Anna who may not be quite what she seems to be …
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Oh my gosh! Not young Anna!
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🤷 I guess that’s up to you?
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Oooh you are clever aren’t you! Its not going to work. I wrote the End , remember! Betsy will stay a cow and Anna will stay sweet. LOL!
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Hmmmmm … ya think? Well, you just never know when things come about and pop back up when/where you least expect them.
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Haha! 😃 Guess we will see!
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See my post today, you may be surprised! 😊
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Ha ha ha … I just came from there! You just couldn’t resist, could you? Nice touch on the song at the end, by the way! I commented over there …
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I had been thinking of it and then you made your earlier comment and Tippy talked about dead bodies and soooo…… 😂
Glad you liked the touch at the end, I was laughing at the part. 😉
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I can see this storyline carrying over into next year!!! 😊
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OH gosh! LOL! 🙂
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that was a fab story Joy! I really enjoyed it!
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Thanks Carol, so glad you enjoyed it. There is one more part that i posted on Saturday. It’s called “The END…Trying again!” 🙂
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Cool, I am behind on posts but will get to it 🙂
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Is the reference to the shadow of the girl with the Chestnut hair a reference to the guy in the most recent story?🤨
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Ok now that I think I’m in the right order, seems like a bunch of small town gossip at the end here. 😜
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Hahaha! You are making me laugh at your comments. You mean in the comments? I told you I lost control of the story! 🙂
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Lol…I’m just all over the place…for some reason some of your posts are showing up unless I connect to them via another post. It’s weird. It skips from December to March, yet you definitely had lots in between! …it’s weird.
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Now… I got goosebumps all over… 😨
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😉🙂
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