Hi to anyone who is reading my blog...

Just wanted to share a little information. My mind never seems to stop and after I completed my degree for writing, I'd lost the motivation for actually writing (I hope I get it back someday). Doesn't seem to be a problem since I can't get a job in the writing field...

Anyway, I found a site online to continue taking courses. All kinds of courses - education, hobby, personal growth, etc. If you need CEU's, you can get those too. The site is Universal Classes. There is also a site I have taken a course on, but these courses are a little more out there, but just as interesting and it's Udemy. 

Just wanted to share in case some of you have minds like mine and it keep's going and going and going (Energizer Bunny style). 🐇

I'm posting the last excerpt of "Whispers in the Woods" this evening. Tonight is the last night of my vacation and I wanted to get the final post of my short story in as I don't know when I'll be back on my blog again...it should be within a week, but I can't guarantee that, so here's the last page (or so). Thanks to those few I know are following and supporting. 

           They sat together in silence at the table to eat – not uncomfortably, but not yet companionably either.

            Stew and cornbread done, Emma found blankets and a pillow for Aura who snuggled down on the couch to watch a movie. Emma went to her room with the envelope. She slowly unfolded the one-page note and instantly teared up at the small and delicate writing – her mother. Her parents had gone abroad to see about family property in Ireland when she was six months old. They had expected to return by her first birthday. Some unknown even kept them from her and now she needed to know what, as well as discover a legacy she never knew she had. Maybe if the pieces could come together it

would explain why she’d always felt a pull to Ireland, to animals, to mystical places and things. The fact that the women in the picture were perfect matches to herself and Aura had to mean something, didn’t it? And Aura had given her the picture and note. How she came to be in the woods behind her house still needed an answer but that would come.

 Emma had mysteries to unravel about her own past and her parents, and now she had an aunt – Aura.

              Emma returned to the living room and smiled wanly at Aura, “I guess its time to find out about my heritage. I need to know everything I can. Can you help me?”

             Aura opened her arms to Emma and said “I’d love to. I’ll tell you everything I know about your parents and about being a witch. And you can fill me in on your life. We’ll learn together.”

            Emma and Aura hugged, sealing a fate of family and friends.

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The next excerpt of my short story, "Whispers in the Woods".... 

Together, the foursome head to Emma’s where she fed her barn menagerie then joined the animal companions and Aura in the house. As she walked in, Aura slid cornbread into the oven. The homey aroma of stew beckoned from the stove.

          Counting fur-children as Emma reached into the refrigerator, “Mmmm, that smells good”. She poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Aura.

         “Ok. Now please, tell me how you happen to be in the woods behind my house and why this is the time? I mean, I grew up basically alone, never knowing if I had any family or who my parents were and now, almost 10 years into my adult life, you show up. I’m not trying to be rude but I would appreciate an explanation”.

          Aura nodded sympathetically, “Yes, I’m sure you have many questions, or will. And I completely understand your feelings.” She took a sip of wine and after stirring the stew, came to sit with Emma at the table.

         “After you were born, your parents went on an extended trip and left you with me. They never returned  and to this day, I still don’t know why. After several months, I didn’t have the means to provide for you and social services questioned if I was fit to raise you. You have to understand, they thought I was a witch”.

          Emma almost choked on her wine! “A witch?!”

         “Yes. And they were right – I was – or am. As were – or are – your parents.”

          Emma simply sat and stared at this stranger. A witch. This woman, her aunt, had just claimed to be a witch. And announced her parents – who’d simply disappeared, were

 

witches as well. Wouldn’t that make her a witch? OH! Wait a minute! More wine… “Am I? Uhm, a – a – witch too?”

          With one quick nod , Aura stated “Of course”, as if Emma should have realized.

          Emma began to think back – maybe this was why she’d been shuttled from home to home so quickly as a child. Maybe this was why she felt closer to animals than people. She looked around the room: three dogs, two cats, and a talking raven snoozed together in apparent perfect harmony.

         She shook her head, feeling a headache coming on and thought to herself ‘its not just the wine’. To Aura she said, “Can we just eat and talk more later?”

         Aura jumped up from the table, “Of course dear” and went to the stove to ladle up stew and cut cornbread. Emma poured more wine.

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Next excerpt of "Whispers in the Woods":     💨👀🌠

            “How do I know you are who you say you are?” Emma questioned Aura. Silently Aura reached into a pack at her side and pulled out an envelope. “The picture was taken the day you were born – your family: you and your parents and myself”.

             Emma pulled the contents from the envelope. The mentioned picture showed a small baby, held by a woman who could have been Emma’s twin! A handsome man sat next to her and a young Aura stood behind the couple. The date on the picture was October 31, 1993…and the name was Emma Sidney Hallowmas. She’d never known her full name or her actual birthdate. Celebrating in October had just always been her tradition, but now she knew for sure. And she definitely needed more than coffee!

           Tearful and hands shaking, she looked at the woman, her aunt. “Why now? How did you know where to find me? And why are you here, in the woods behind my house?!”

           Banjo left Aura and came to comfort Emma, licking her face and pawing her shaking hands.

           Aura hesitated before responding, “It’s time. Once we’re able to talk openly, I think things will become, uhm, a little more clear”. 

    A strong breeze blew through the woods and heavy clouds darkened the sky overhead, threatening another stormy night.

          Aura continued in a low voice, “This really isn’t the time or place”.

           Not knowing what she might discover, but remembering the picture she held tightly in her still shaking hands, Emma took a chance and invited Aura, and the talking raven, back with her and Banjo.

         “You’re welcome to spend the night out of the weather”.                                                                                                                                    

Aura accepted calmly, “That would be appreciated”.

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The next posting of another excerpt of "Whispers in the Woods"...

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         Emma joined the small group at the fire and wondered if she’d just walked through a time-warp: she felt all tingly, inside and out. Curious but not wanting to stare, Emma tried to notice as much about this stranger as possible. Something seemed natural, relaxed about this woman. The way she looked, held herself, smiled and spoke with a clear soft voice. The stranger was small, about Emma’s height with long hair the color of pearls. Her eyes seemed to dance in the light of the fire, green with flecks of brown behind solid glasses.

         The woman, seemed to sense Emma’s scrutiny of her, offered Emma a cup from a pot on the fire and then took a sip from her own cup she’d just poured. Emma smelled it tentatively – coffee. She needed more than coffee right now, but this would have to do. She took a sip and sighed…hot, strong and sweet.

          “Who are you?!” Emma asked the woman.

           “Aura.” Quiet for a moment as if contemplating her next words, she spoke softly, gently. “I’m your aunt, your mother’s sister”. Only the woodland sounds could be heard around the fire as both women sat, taking in the momentous event: the meeting of long-lost family, never known to Emma. In a wooden box in her closet at home was stashed her birthparents information, where it had been for years. Emma had tried to read it a few times but only placed it back in the box – unable to come to terms with certain issues from her past. But now, a strange woman who kept company with a talking raven sat in front of a campfire in the woods behind her house, claiming to be her aunt. 

           Was she supposed to believe this?! Banjo her dog of the last four years and trusted companion, retired search and rescue canine seemed to have no problems accepting this stranger -her aunt? He sat next to Aura, allowing her to stroke his brown and white fur-coat, happily wagged his tail soaking up the affection as if heat from the fire. Banjo had always been a good judge of character and loyal to no end. 

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