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Tending the Stone for the Lock XIII

13th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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Brodie stared at the two of them.  The High Pilgrim and Mrs. Emily were acting as though what had just happened to him was normal.  Brodie stood looking at the two of them and neither of them looked upset or for that matter even bothered that much.

“How do you like you pancakes, silver dollar or full sized?”  Mrs. Emily asked beginning to walk towards the RV.

Brodie stared at her back and then crumpled down to his knees on the old dirty concrete floor of the airplane hangar.  Brodie then began to cry.  The High Pilgrim heard him and turned back he was the first one to reach him but Mrs. Emily was the first to say something as soon as she close to him.  “We will make arrangements for you to go home.”

Brodie looked at her with tears streaming down his face.  “I can’t handle this,”  he said motioning to the strange environment. “people want to hurt me all for something I don’t understand.”   Brodie took a deep gasping breath and felt Mrs. Emily hand on his shoulder.

“That is okay Brodie, I guess it was unfair of me to drag you along without your consent.”  Mrs. Emily said apologetically.  “By this time tomorrow you will be on a plane for sunny California.”

“Really?”  Brodie said looking at her hopefully.

“Yes really.”  Mrs. Emily said smiling.  “Now get off the floor your pants are getting dirty and my pancakes are getting cold.”

Brodie helped Mrs. Emily up the stair and they sat and had breakfast while they were sitting down he heard the High Pilgrim on what he guessed was a satellite phone talking to someone in low tones.

Brodie had just finished a second stack of pancakes and he was trying to tell Dante with hand motions that he did not want anymore when the High Pilgrim interrupted and placed hand on Brodie’s shoulder.  “Mr. Quint  I have a monk coming to pick you up at one o’clock today, he will drive you to Moscow where he will put you on a plane.”

“Thank you.”  Brodie said looking up into the old man’s deep brown eyes.  “I am sorry I cannot help you any longer.”

The High Pilgrim smiled.  “We all do as much as we can with what we have, your path diverges from ours at this point, just continue to do good in the world.”

Brodie simply said. “Okay.”

The High Pilgrim turned to Mrs. Emily who was sipping a mug of tea.  “The plane is on time and will be here at noon.”

“You guys are flying.”

Mrs. Emily smiled mischievously. “Of course my silly boy we are at an airport.”

Brodie nodded. “Where are you going?”

The two older people looked at each other and they shook their heads, and Mrs. Emily spoke.  “While you will be safe after we leave it would still be safer if you did not know where we are going.”

Brodie nodded.  Dante started to clean up the plates and Brodie started to help him clean up the dishes then volunteered to wash the dishes.  A half an hour later Mrs. Emily called him outside.  Dante was sitting behind the wheel of an old Soviet era military vehicle and the High Pilgrim was already in the passenger seat.

“Could you help me get in the vehicle we have to take a little drive.”  Brodie helped her into the back seat of the open topped vehicle, he was about to come around to the other side and Mrs. Emily held up her hand.  “You do not need to go.”

Brodie looked around the big hangar.  “I do not want to be here alone.”

Mrs. Emily smiled.  “Fair enough.”

Dante drove them out of the hangar and down a side road away from the airfield.  They had driven for only a few minutes and they came upon Hans who was standing at the top of hill with a pair of binoculars.  He simply pointed down the road and climbed in the rear of the vehicle.

They drove down the hill and came to wide spot in the road where a black sedan was parked.  Hans jumped down promptly and approached the car slowly looking around cautiously when he got a good look inside the vehicle he nodded and motioned for the others to approach.  Hans  then walked around to the front of the car and shook his head while looking down at the ground.  Helping Mrs. Emily out of the vehicle he escorted her to the driver’s side of the vehicle.  Mrs. Emily opened the car door and reached in and retrieved her large wooden book.

“What is going on?”  Brodie said confused.

Emily motioned for Brodie to hold out his hands flat which he did, them Mrs. Emily laid the wooden book on his hands.  Mrs. Emily then moved some of the latches and slides on the book, Brodie watched carefully and could tell she was locking the book back up.  Once the book was closed tightly she took motioned for him to carry it.   “Follow me, I want you to see something.”

The old lady walked carefully to the front of the vehicle and Brodie saw what Hans was shaking his head at.  The man, Bridger was laying on the ground.  Brodie thought he was dead but then saw his chest move in a slow rhythmic breathing.  Brodie realized the man was different somehow.

“You see the book has certain protections on it.”  Mrs. Brodie said and motioned with her cane.  “When Mr. Bridger tried to open it without the proper consent of the High Pilgrim, something I have had for years, there was a backlash of energy, and Mr. Bridger’s charms, in his case the ability to use a set of astral hands backfired on him.”

“He said he gave up three inches so he could do that.”  Brodie said shocked. Looking down at Bridger the man looked at least a foot taller then when he had seen him.  The man’s pants no longer fit and his black t-shirt looked several sizes too small. “He has grown.”

“Yes for every year he gave up his true nature and used the dark energy to do things.”  Mrs. Emily said flatly.  “His true nature came back even stronger than ever.”

“Will he be alright?”  Brodie asked as he watched Hans and Dante pick up the prone figure and place him gently in the back seat of the sedan.

“Oh yes, he is sort of stunned right now, and in a year or two he will return to his original height before he started using the charm to give him the extra abilities.”  Mrs. Emily answered.

They walked back to their vehicle to the High Pilgrim who had not moved from his seat.

“You owe me a dollar.”  Mrs. Emily said holding out her hand.

“It was only a mile and four tenths.”  The High Pilgrim said.

“We always play by The Price is Right rules, the person who is closet without going over wins.”  Mrs. Emily said in a firm voice. “Are you going to pay up or what John.”

The High Pilgrim felt around in his robes.  “I must have left my wallet in my other robes.”

“You have a vow of parsimony John, you don’t have any other robes.”  Mrs. Emily said, then waved him off dismissively.  “Brodie would you help me get back into this silly vehicle.”

One the way back to the airplane hangar Brodie leaned over to her.  “How did you know Bridger would open the book?”

Mrs. Emily patted his hands motherly.  “Human nature is very curious, and to someone who works for the Opposition their base nature is what the obey the most, so his nature inclination was to look inside even though good sense would tell him it was protected.”

Brodie thought about it.  “So you were betting with the High Pilgrim how long before his human nature let him live with the book unopened.”

“Exactly.”  Mrs. Emily said.

They arrived back at the hangar and Mrs. Emily had Brodie help her pack and Brodie got out a piece of paper and wrote down her pill schedule and ensured that the High Pilgrim and Dante understood the importance of reminding her to take her pills.  This was harder with Dante as his English was limited to ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘okay’ with accompanying hand gestures for the last one.  Brodie was not happy about leaving but he thought if he did not leave now he was going to lose him mind and maybe even get hurt.  He still ached a little from where Bridger had punched him in the stomach with his ‘extra’ hand.

“Are you packed up?”  The High Pilgrim asked as he walked to where Brodie was standing next to the old military truck.  Brodie was about to answer when a droning interrupted them and off in the distance a large cargo plane had just landed on the runway.  “What time is it?”

Brodie looked at his watch. “It is noon.”

The top monk smiled.  “Finally she is on time for once.”

“She?”  Brodie said surprised.

The High Pilgrim nodded.  “Yes Ms. Mary Mulan she has a terrible problem with tardiness.”

“You have female monks in your order who are also pilots.”

The High Pilgrim chuckled. “Mary a monk, hardly but she is a friend of the order and reliable,”  the monk paused  “at least reliable to the day if not the hour.”

The large plane taxied towards them and Brodie could see it was a dual prop plane painted mostly white with one gray wing and the other black. Brodie immediate was glad he was not getting onto the irregular plane.

The plane pulled up to the hangar and did a neat little turn facing away from them its engines winding down before the propellers stopped turning the rear ramp was dropping and a figure was running towards them.

“We got company coming in people you need to get on the plane now.”

Brodie looked around shocked and the High Pilgrim shrugged.  Meanwhile the figure was still running towards them.  Brodie could see it was a short girl in a brown jumpsuit that might have been too big for her if she had not cut the pant legs off as it was the cuffs were very ragged.

“High Pilgrim there is a very nasty looking convoy coming down the road, they are loaded for bear and they will be here in about ten minutes.”

The High Pilgrim simply nodded.  “Are you still working as a crew chief for Ms. Mulan Holly?”

“Obviously sir.  Now then can you please get on the plane.”

By now Mrs. Emily had joined them. “How many vehicles?”

“Fifteen and they have crew mounted weapons on half the vehicles.”  Holly answered.

Mrs. Emily turned to Brodie.  “I do not think you will be able to leave us currently.”

Brodie looked around.  “Maybe I could hide until the monk comes to take me to Moscow.”

“Not advisable my son if they found you they would most likely take out their aggression on you.”  The High Pilgrim answered.

“You have got to come with us now for you own safety.”  Mrs. Emily stated firmly.

“But I thought you said if I continue with you the only way out is thru, where are you going next?”

Mrs. Emily was already walking steadily towards the plane and called back over her shoulder.  “Mongolia.”

Brodie stood there in silence.  When he looked up Holly the girl in the ragged brown jump suit was looking at him.  “Well string bean are you coming or not?”  She looked down at her watch.  “We got eight minutes to get up to speed and get off the ground before the men with machine guns show up.”

“Machine guns?”

“Yeah machine guns dum dum.  Vehicle mounted air cooled automatic weapons that shoot a lot of bullets in a short time.” She shook her head and then grabbed his suitcase out of the back of the truck and started running for the plane.

Brodie though about it for few seconds and then started running after her.  “Wait for me.”

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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Tending the Stones for the Lock XI

11th part of the new weekly story.  (1st Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19)

 

Brodie opened the door as quietly as he could looked in on Mrs. Emily.

Mrs. Emily looked up from her book and motioned.  “Come in Brodie.”  Mrs. Emily adjusted the blankets around her and placed a book mark in her book.

“You can read even with the RV moving around like this.”  Brodie asked.

Mrs. Emily smiled.  “Oh I can make do.”

“Dante says we will be on the road till just after sundown, then we will be parked for the night.”

Mrs. Emily looked out the window and held up her hand in a strange gesture as if measuring something in the sky. “So another half hour or so on road maybe forty-five minutes.”

Brodie shrugged.  “My internal body clock is messed up so much I am not sure how long that is.”

Mrs. Emily looked out the window again.  “Yeah about thirty minutes.”  She nodded. “The monks don’t go by watches and clocks they are much  more in tune with the natural world.”

“No clocks or watches huh?  It makes it hard to catch a bus or a plane on time?”

Mrs. Emily laughed.  “Well I did not say the couldn’t tell time, no harm in asking a stranger.”

Brodie nodded.  “I suppose so.”  Brodie then proceeded to take Mrs. Emily’s vitals and note it in his journal that he kept.

“How are my numbers?”

“Good, your blood pressure and heart rate are good. Your blood sugar is a little low but that is to be expected you have not eaten in a bit and you are a still a little dehydrated.”

Mrs. Emily smiled.  “I smell something good cooking out there.”

“Yeah the High Pilgrim is cooking up something and I think he was making bread as well.”

Mrs. Emily rolled her eyes. “Ah now I recognize the smell, it is the Jonathan’s specialty Beans and Faux Wieners.”

“Faux Wieners?”  Brodie said suspiciously. ”

“Tofu and soybeans. He has been working on the ratios of tofu to soybeans a long time it smells good but the texture has always been a little off.”

Brodie shrugged.  “Well better than what we had for lunch, that soup was awful.”

Mrs. Emily looked at Brodie.  “You have not asked me any questions about what happened in the field?”

Brodie leaned against the door frame and sighed.

“You don’t have any questions?”

Brodie shrugged.  “I don’t know where to begin, how do you ask questions about something you don’t believe just happened.”

“It did happen and it will continue to happen, the battle will go on even after I am gone.”

“But its magic.”  Brodie said after a long pause.

“Magic, forces, mysticism, a dream become real, enchantments there are many names for what goes on.”

“I don’t think I can deal with this.”  Brodie said his voice cracking and then he sat down on the bed at Emily’s feet.

Mrs. Emily reached out and patted him on the back.  “Do you want to go home.”

Brodie looked up after a few moments.  “But you need me.”

“I do, but I can manage without you.”

“I do want to go home but.” Brodie paused. “I do want to see more.”

“Well sleep on it tonight, tomorrow morning you will have to make a decision.”

“Why tomorrow?” Brodie asked.  “Well if you take the next step with us there is no going back the only way out is thru.”

 

Sorry for the short entry but next week I promise a double length entry.  

 

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Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Tending the Stones for the Lock VI

6th part of the new weekly story.  (First Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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“Dear boy just rest you had a nasty case of sea sickness.”  Emily said patting Brodie’s hand.

Brodie opened his eyes and looked up at the white ceiling but closed them again quickly.

“Brodie I am going to put a straw to you lips you are very dehydrated.”  Emily said in a comforting tone.  She carefully put the straw in his mouth and held the cup steady and she watched him sip.  She leaned down and whispered into his ear. “Ears are listening.”

“Mrs. Bartloski how is he doing?”

“Oh he will be fine Mr. Webb.”  Emily paused.  “The silly boy missed too many meals and then he was not feeling well and he got sea sick and he should have never been walking but he thought it would get better with the fresh air.”  Emily paused and then talked for the next three minutes rambling on. By this time she had seen that Brodie had opened his eyes and was looking around the room.

“Mrs. Bartloski I think it would be best if we left for Brodie to get some sleep.”  The Medic On Duty stated firmly.

Emily could tell her rambling had irritated the man sufficiently. “Okay then everyone out.”

The medic ushered Mr. Webb out of the room and then he looked to Mrs. Bartloski.

“Oh no I am staying right beside Brodie till he can get up and walk out of here on his own.  Luckily she had put her hand on his shoulder and when he went to get up she held him down.  Luckily he got the message and stayed in his bed.

The medic looked at her and just shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door and closed it softly behind him.  Emily sat down beside his bed and got comfortable.

“The book?”  Brodie said after he looked around the room to ensure it was empty.

Emily tapped the bag with her cane which was sitting between her chair and the bed.  She smiled Brodie was catching on.  He asked for another sip of water and Emily obliged him with the cup and straw.  After she had placed it back on the bed side tray Brodie spoke.  “I saw the raven again.”

“I know I saw it too.”  Emily said.

Brodie gulped audibly.

“I told you it is just a sign that the forces of magic are moving.”  She paused and sat down smoothing her skirt underneath her.  “When I was in Peru near Machu Picchu that darn raven sat on our tour bus at least four times.”

Brodie eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Nothing happened, I aligned the stones halfway down the mountain from the last UNESCO heritage site we saw and then I bought the most wonderful Peruvian caps for my grandchildren, I was actually able to get all their favorite colors, except of course for Jessica who that summer decided that her favorite color was not pink but purple.”  She looked at Brodie smiling and could see that Brodie wanted to ask a question now.  “I know what you want to ask, why can’t we go back to our room?”

Brodie nodded.

“Well when you were brought in here and they came and got me our cabin has most assuredly been searched and possibly put under a jinx or a spell, maybe it is a curse, I could never keep those straight.”

“Curses are real?”

“Well the most they could do to us, and by us I mean me is make me a little ill perhaps an upset stomach or some gas.” She could see Brodie getting upset. “You it might make a little more, some throwing up or some other gastrointestinal issues if you stay in close proximity to me.”

“Your bubble of protection that you explained to me.”

“Yes my bubble, but we have to stick together that is why I am going to have them wheel a trundle bed in here shortly and then order some food in here and we shall stay here until we dock in St. Petersburg.”  Emily eyed the room judgmentally.  “Brodie I think this room is actually bigger than ours, I know it is a converted passenger room, all these room can be converted from crew quarters to passenger quarters as they need but I do think this room is bigger than ours.

Brodie looked around and shook his head.

“You don’t think so?”  Emily said eyeing him.

“No ma’am, this room is painted white, whereas ours was painted that brownish beige color, I think it makes the room look bigger.

Emily looked around.  “I think you are right.”

The ordered food and did not talk much except inconsequential things even through Emily could tell Brodie had a lot of other questions but every time he seemed to want to question her she was able to deflect or divert him.  She directed him to stay in bed even though she could tell he was healthy enough to get up when he tried to argue with her she explained that he was their cover for staying here and not going back to their own cabin.   After the medic delivered their food and took Brodie’s pulse he left them to eat by themselves.  That is when Emily asked him about his walk on deck.

“And you were talking to Mr. Webb when the raven appeared?”

Brodie shrugged.  “I am unsure, I was talking to him and then it made a noise and he stated something about raven’s not being sea going birds.”

Emily nodded.  “No they are.”  She paused.  “Did you happen to notice if he had any scars on his hands.”

Brodie bit his lip trying to recall.  “Not that I can recall but he had a book and his hands were under the blanket as if his hands were cold.”

“Yes and when he was in here he kept his hands behind his back at all times.”

Brodie looked at her puzzled.  “And what if he did have scars?”

“Oh well some people that belong to the opposition have a curious habit of having specific scars on their hands, sometimes a symbol or a icon branded onto their hands.”

“Ouch.”  Brodie said rubbing his own hands.  “Do you think Mr. Webb is working for.”  He paused. “what did you call them ‘the opposition’?”

Emily smiled.  “I don’t like giving them any more power by naming them then they already have.  Besides I sort of believe in the adage by saying something’s name is draws it closer to you.  I tried calling them the competition but that would mean we wanted something or were vying for the same thing they wanted and that is not the case.”

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

 

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Tending the Stones for the Lock V

5th part of the new weekly story.  (First Part)   The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

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“Mrs. Emily why are we going to St. Petersburg.”   It was the first time they had sat down alone since he had picked her up from her room this morning.  She had orchestrated their ride from the hotel this morning and Brodie initially thought they were going to the airport.  They had even driven thru the airport departure area but never stopped and immediately headed for the ferry station and boarded the ferry with moments to spare before the ferry departed.

Mrs. Emily smiled warmly. “I have some business to attend to in Russia, don’t worry I arranged the visas yesterday.”

“Visas?”  Brodie looked at her confused.

“Yes I made some calls to the embassy yesterday, they dropped them off yesterday while you were sightseeing.”

“You said you were taking a nap.”  Brodie said shocked.

“Well I did nap for a bit, but then the nice young man from the embassy stopped by.  He was from Kansas but he went to school at Northwestern.”

Brodie just nodded as she rambled on talking about the young man from the embassy who had attended Northwestern she probably would have kept on going but she stopped suddenly and faced the door of their cabin.

Brodie turned and looked towards the door and he heard a sound too.  It sounded like someone had stopped outside the door.  He looked down at the crack underneath the door and saw a shadow cross in front of the door.  He turned and looked at Mrs. Emily who had a finger to her mouth motioning for him to be quiet.  Brodie watched as she stood up and took a step towards the door and slowly and quietly latched the interior lock on the door of their cabin.  She sat back down and Brodie was about to ask her a question and she motioned again for him to be quiet.  Reaching into her bowling ball bag she pulled a wooded wedge and  handed it to Brodie and motioned for him to place it under the door.  Brodie did as his boss directed and jammed the wedge underneath the door. Just seconds after the wedge was in place he saw the door handle begin to move. Brodie was froze but  glanced over towards Mrs. Emily who had steepled her hands and smiled.  Brodie watched the door handle stop moving then he heard a metal on metal scraping as to what he could only guess was someone picking the door lock.  The two of them sat silently and watched the lock being picked.  The final click when the latch was disengaged was the loudest thing in the room and Brodie half turned to see Mrs. Emily who was still looking calmly at the door with steepled hands and nodded when she saw Brodie was looking at her.  The next thing he knew there was a sudden push on the door but the wedge held the door closed, Brodie was immediately very grateful s he had it, but then he wondered why she had it.

“Go away we don’t want any thank you.”  Mrs. Emily said sternly.

Brodie saw the shadow stop moving at the door, then a few moments later he saw the shadow move away from the door.  Brodie looked back at the older lady he thought he knew and shook his head and placed his head in his hands.  “Mrs. Emily I am so confused what is going on?”

Mrs. Emily placed her hand on his head and rubbed his hair.  “Brodie you have been a real trooper and I know that you have done a lot without much explanation so I am going to explain some things to you.”

Brodie looked up and looked relieved. “That would be very nice.”

“Well first let me tell you about some other trips I have been on.”

 

One hour later Brodie had made his way up to the top deck of the ferry and found himself on the stern.  He kept looking over his shoulder wondering if the person who had tried to break into their cabin would come up to him.  Mrs. Emily stated the person who tried to enter their room would not approach him directly as he was unimportant to them, it was her and her wooden encased book which was very important to them.  She had stonewalled him when he tried to discover who the people were that wanted her book, answering only that the book was valuable to them.  Brodie asked if the book was worth a lot of money seeing how old it was and she simply stated it was the information that is contained that was important.

Brodie walked out of the room but only after Mrs. Emily had insisted that when was safe.  He did not leave until he heard the wedge being placed back under the door.  Brodie was scared he did not know what he had gotten himself into and just wanted to go home.  He looked down at his hand, he was carrying his library book and noted that it was now overdue by a day.  With this trip continuing he wondered how overdue his book was going to be.  He would have mailed it back to his sister but he worried that it would be lost in the international mail and he would have to pay for it.  Besides what if Mrs. Emily decided to go home and he beat it home, he would feel very silly paying the extra money that he did not have to.

Brodie stared out over the water, he was not even sure what the name of the water he was on, it seemed kind of silly but if the ship sunk he would not even know what water he was drowning in.  This bothered him for some reason so he went looking for a crew member, it did not take him long before he found a crew member walking to deck with a clipboard.

“Excuse me sir.”  Brodie said.

The man stopped and looked at him smiling.

“This may sound silly, but what is the name of the water we are traveling on?”

The man smiled and answered something in what he guessed was Finish.

Brodie let out a breath of air in a sigh.  “Thank you anyways.”

Again something in Finish and the man walked away with his clipboard.

“I am sorry but I could not help but overhear your question.”  A rich baritone with a British accent said from behind him.  Brodie turned and saw a man sitting on a deck chair with heavy wool blanket covering his lap and a thick book on top of that.

“I know it is a silly question but I would really like to know.”  Brodie said with what he thought was a slightly desperate tone.

“Nonsense young man, an inquiring mind should be encouraged.”  The man said plainly.  “This is the Baltic Sea, to be more exact you are crossing the Bay of Finland.”

Brodie nodded.  “Thank you.”

“I take it this is your first trip abroad and it is not you directing your journey.”

Brodie shook his head.  “Well I traveled to Canada once, but this is my first trip overseas and you are right my boss is directing our travels and I am just along to help her out.”

“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.”  The older man stated.  “That is from you country man John Steinbeck.”

“I think Mr. Steinbeck would appreciate the Baltic Sea.”  Brodie said looking around at the cloudy sky.  “I’ve lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.”

The man smiled a genuine smile. “I am impressed and American that can quote something other than lines from a movie.”  He reached out his hand.  “Basil Copley Webb.”

Reaching out his hand.  “Brodie Quint.”  It was when he said his name that the noise happened. ‘Kaw’.  Brodie turned his head towards the noise and saw the large black bird settling on wire strung between parts of the ship looking directly at him.

“A raven, that is very strange they are not usually sea going birds.”  Basil said.

Brodie did the only thing he could do he fainted.

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

 

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Tending the Stone for the Lock IV

4th part of the weekly story.  (First Part)  The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading. 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)

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The had driven three hours to hotel they stayed in last night.  Mrs. Emily had been quiet almost the entire way with only an occasional comment about the road or the gas station they had to stop at.  She had insisted that Brodie carry the blue bag up to her room and then she ordered room service for the both of them, he had returned to his room to freshen up and then returned before the food arrived.  He had never had fish prepared the way they served it here and he was very hesitant at first but he was hungry.  It was far better than the fish sticks he was used to and the rye bread wrapped around the fish and ham mixture.

“How do you like your Kalakukko?”

Brodie looked up from his meal.  “Very good.”

A few more bites of food and Mrs. Emily was finished with her plain fish dinner which was much simpler than Brodie’s.   Brodie watched as she sipped her water and then dabbed her mouth with her napkin.  “Brodie tell me what you saw after I came out of the field today.”

Brodie took a sip of water and started talking. “Well not much just that weird truck with that guy in the passenger seat. ”

“Tell me about the truck please?”  Mrs. Emily said folding her napkin carefully onto her plate.

‘The truck it was a Toyota red, ”  Brodie said thoughtfully. “It had that really weird hood ornament.”

Mrs. Emily said helpfully. “The raven.”

“Yeah the raven, boy that thing was big, almost life-size,  I mean from the raven’s I have seen in California I don’t know the size of the ravens here. ”

“Did you know that the raven was was the eyes of the Father God Odin?”

“Odin?  Father of Thor, the Thunder God.”

“I am impressed you know your mythology.”

“Not really I accidentally saw the Thor movie one time when I was trying to see a documentary and I missed the start time and I did not have my car at the time and my sister was going to pick me up but she was not coming for two hours and all I had was a gift card for the theatre and I had forgotten the book I was reading. ”   Brodie let his voice fade off as he saw Mrs. Emily smiling at him, smiling at him like his teachers used to when he told a story too long.   “But I don’t know much more about Odin than that.”

“That is okay it is really not required at this time for you to know anything about mythology.”

Brodie was beginning to get uncomfortable with the way Mrs. Emily was talking so he tried to change the subject.   “Mrs. Emily have you taken your medication this evening?”

“Yes Brodie, the low blood pressure and the arthritis medication.”

“Okay, and I will put down in your physical therapy journal  your,”  Brodie searched for a word. “calisthenics in field this afternoon as your completed physical activity.”

“Very good  Brodie.”  Mrs. Emily stated simply.

 

Emily opened the bowling ball bag and brought the wood covered book out and placed it on the table.  Emily double checked the drapes and triple checked the deadbolt on the door.   To read the book Emily had to undo a series of latches, fasteners and slides.

The exterior of the book was more like a puzzle box then a real cover, it had been made by the previous High Pilgrim, a very strange woman who talked in a lot of strange wood metaphors.   Emily still puzzled over his sayings from time to time, the one she remembered as the most obtuse was “when a palm tree is left alone the palms often fall on the side of rising moon.”  Emily shook her head, the woman was brilliant and had gotten them so far in this task, she patted the book affectionate remembering Veronica its creator.  She moved the last slide on the book and opened it up moving aside the cover and began to look thru the tome for the pages covering the next destination in their trip.  Flipping pages she found the sheets she was looking for and started to pour over the information.

Emily had daydreamed about their next destination for years.  In 1983 a sing songwriter had made the prediction but it was not until 1991 the route opened up  and she knew then that she thought this task would be accomplished in her lifetime.   She mused she was not even sure that her mission would need to be completed in her lifetime.  The whole magic thing was not the most reliable practice, it had its rules and ways of operating but it was not a car that you gassed up when it went to E or changed the tires when the tread got low.  The mystical world was nebulous and unsure but her part in it had always been stable and solid.

Align the stones when they lost focus.   That was her job, her task in life, her mission.   Emily yawned and looked at her watch realizing how late it was, she closed the book and placed it back in her the bag.   She readied herself for bed and looked out the window one last time that is when she saw them.  They were standing on the roof of the parking garage across the street next to the red pickup truck.  The raven was gone but she knew if she looked enough she would find it lurking.  She got her telescope out of her bag and saw that both men had their arms crossed  both of them staring at the building.  Confirmation, they were both wearing the rings on their right hand.   Only a duo, she hoped they were on the plane before it became a trio.  She wondered if Brodie would willing to try caviar and borscht.

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

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Tending the Stones for the Lock III

3rd part of the new weekly story.  (First Part)  The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading.  

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18)

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Emily took several deep breaths as she leaned on her cane.  She looked over her handiwork and was happy with it so far.  She squinted her eyes to see the aura surrounding and enveloping the field she was standing in.  The colors of the mystical glow surrounding the rocks she had aligned had changed from  the angry red to the more pleasing green and blue.  She smiled, it was all coming back to her now the feeling as she used to get when doing this.  This is what she was supposed to do, what she was born to do.

Brodie leaned against the side of the car as his employer tottered around the field.  She had strictly instructed him to stay where he was and not enter the grassy field.  He had watched her for the forty five minutes as she wondered around the flat expanse with her cane, occasionally stopping and hitting a boulder in the field with her cane.  She had even sat down and made small piles of rocks on top of rocks as she sat.  Brodie had stood next to the car for the first twenty minutes watching her but even he got bored and reached into the car and pulled out his library book, propped it up on the hood and checked her out after every paragraph.  He had just finished The Franklin’s Tale when he saw Mrs. Emily standing in the center of the field

Emily was doing the incarnation easily it was all coming back now, and she had not said the the words and made the motions in twenty years.  She had studied it last night just in case but it all came back just as it had when she was in the Yucatan.  Boy Clark had been mad when she disappeared for those twelve hours, well technically it had been fifteen hours but he had not discovered she was gone till after he woke up, and then looked for her.  She had returned to the hotel, muddy, with a burn on her leg from the motorbike exhaust Clark had not talked to her for a day but he still went into town and got her burn cream.  Emily waved her arms ten more times in the forward motion and then ten more times half way in a circle and then she was done.  She silted her eyes and examined the blue glimmering aura.

Brodie looked up and watched Mrs. Emily as she stood in the middle of the field waving her arms.  He worried for a second that she was having a stroke or a seizure, but then she changed the direction of her arms and then stopped.  Brodie marked his book and closed it as she started to walk towards the car.  “Can you start up the car and turn on the seat warmers.”   Brodie simply nodded and stored his book in the back seat of the car then he get into the car and started the car and threw the proper switches turning up the heat.  He got out of the car and walked over to the edge of the filed and looked down the short bank at Mrs. Emily.  She stopped and looked up at him then motioned up at him and then waved him down to help her up the short hill to the road.  They had just gotten to the road and were steps away from the car when they heard the car coming down the road.   Brodie saw the large truck approaching and he thought it was going to pass them by but then it started to slow down.   “Damn it has a raven on the hood.”  Brodie heard Mrs. Emily state flaty.

Brodie looked and saw that yes the pickup truck did have a raven hood ornament, the ornament was a black raven.  Mrs. Emily turned and looked at Brodie quizzically.  “You can see the raven?”

“Oh course it is a hood ornament although it is a little bigger than most.”  Brodie stated pointing at it.

Emily looked at him questioningly then shook her head.  The truck’s cab pulled up even with them and rolled slowly past, slow enough that Emily got a very good look at the passenger as he stared out the window at her.  As the middle aged man stared at her she saw his right hand, third finger had a ring on it, a ring she had seen a few times before, and every time she saw it something bad always followed.  When she saw the raven she was hoping it was just a pre cursor and omen of things following, but now she knew with absolute certainty that the enemy was aware she was moving again.

(Can someone e mail me and tell my why this post is so popular, via Facebook all of a sudden, will give you a reward if you do, aaforringer@gmail.com)

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Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

 

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Tending the Stones For The Lock

Beginning of a new story, will do a couple pages a week.  The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through.  Happy Reading.  

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“Mom why is their a man in monk robes standing on Grandma’s porch?”

“That was way too fast pulling into the driveway Matthew.”

“Mom.”

“I was not driving too fast.” The teenager boy claimed.

“The tires squealed when you pulled into the driveway you were going to fast.”

“Tires squeal for all kinds of reason Mom I was only going about ten miles an hour.”

“Mom is that a monk on Grandma’s porch?”

“Not now Jessica,”  She turned back towards her son. “I think you were going faster then ten, more like closer to fifteen.”

Mark looked over toward the porch as he placed the SUV in park and turned off the engine. “Mom I thought Buddhist robes were yellow and red, why is his red and green?

 

“Would you like more tea John?”

“Hello Mother.”

“Oh  that is right you were coming by,”  Emily smiled and motioned to the man who was putting down the tea cup. “Meredith I would like you to meet my very old friend High Pilgrim Orujov.”

“Hello.”  Meredith stated tersely.

“How nice to meet you Ms. Bartloski.

“Oh she is married.” Emily corrected the robed man sitting across from her in the dining room. “She is Mrs. Wallace.” He mother smiled and asked.  “Are the children with you dear.”  She said peering around her daughter into the living room.

“They are waiting in the car.”  Meredith said simply but her mother did not seem to get the hint that she was worried.  “May I speak to you alone mother.”

Emily heard the tone in her voice and saw the expression on her face, the worried look that her husband had on rare occasions.

“John I will be back shortly.”  Emily rose from the table grabbing her cane  and using it to get to her feet The robed monk in the corner simply nodded  as Emily and Meredith passed him walking through  the kitchen out the sliding glass door and onto the patio.  Meredith  closed the door  and turned and found her mother standing still with her face pointed upwards enjoying the sunshine on her face and smiling.  Meredith looked down at her mother slightly stooped over, with a full head of gray hair, wire rimmed glasses and wearing a red track suit that showed even for her age and the fact she had two  hip replacements she was trim and in shape.

“Mother why are their three monks in your house?”

“Well actually there are only two monks the youngest one, I think his name is Hans, is not allowed to be a structure with a roof, some sort of vow or rite he is completing.”

“Okay Mom, why are their two men in robes in your house.”

“Like I said the High Pilgrim is an old friend, of course when I met him he was only a Novice Wayfarer.”

“Do they want money Mom, are they looking for a donation?”

Her mother looked at her with serious look. “No Meredith like I said John is an old friend.  Why are you so suspicious of people?”

Meredith tried another tactic.  “Was he a friend of Dad’s?”

Emily shook her head.  “No I met John a while before I met your father, but he did meet Clark once.”  She smiled as if remembering something.

“Are they Buddhist?  Meredith said looking back into the house suspiciously.

“No not exactly, they belong to the Waskean Screen.”

“You say that like it is a common thing,”  Meredith paused. ” I have never heard of the Waskean before.”

Emily leaned on her cane and spoke like the school teacher she once was. “The Waskean devotes themselves to the fight of good vs. evil by the collection of sacred articles and the alignment of the items of a paranormal nature.”

“A bunch of nuts then.”

“Meredith Katelyn Bartloski that is very prejudiced way to think and I raised you better than to make snap judgements like that. ”

“Sorry Mom.”  Meredith said sheepishly.  “So where did you meet the..?”

“The High Pilgrim, we met in Egypt and then traveled to Kilimanjaro and a few other places, then we went to Finland.”

“You traveled with this man?”  Meredith said in a tone that conveyed both surprise and scorn at the same time.

“Don’t give me that tone young woman I am your mother and I had a life before you came along and besides there was a group of us. ”  Emily smiled at a memory.  “And people of John’s order take a vow of celibacy.”

“Wait you said you traveled with him to Finland, isn’t that where you met Dad after your skiing accident.”

Emily nodded. “Yes after my skiing accident.”

 

Emily woke up at 7:00 without an alarm clock on Monday morning.  She followed the same schedule she had for the last two years, first a short walk around the block, then she found the paper on the driveway and then put coffee on and drank two cups with toast as she read the paper.   It was coming up to nine when she heard the front door open and the same voice called out her name as she had for the last two years.

“Hello Mrs. Emily.”

“In the kitchen Brodie.”

Brodie entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee and then added his dollop of cream from the refrigerator.   Emily watched wandering how he was going to handle her announcement, probably not very well, but she needed him if she had any hope of accomplishing her mission.

Brodie sat down at his customary at the kitchen table and took a sip of his coffee.   “Well do you think we can get to work this week throwing some of the junk out of the garage, I still have the number for that company that brings the dumpsters out.”

“No Brodie, I do not think we will be able to get to the garage this week.”

Brodie frowned, while Mrs. Emily was his boss, he had strict instructions from Mrs. Wallace about items Brodie was to accomplish and one was cleaning the garage out.  This huge task was in n addition to making sure Mrs. Bartloski took her medicine and did her physical therapy and got to her doctor appointments on time.  “What project will we be working on this week  I cleaned the gutters last week so no need to do that again.”

Emily looked at him over her coffee mug. “Is your passport still valid?”

 

(1st Part) (2nd Part)  (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21) (Part 22)  (Part 23) (Part 24) (Part 25) (Part 26) 

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.  

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art her it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of  my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.  

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My Response:   The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?