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Tending the Stones for The Lock VII

7th 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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Brodie looked to where Mrs. Emily was pointing and waving.  Three men, at least he was pretty sure they were men were standing.  All three were in robes of deep almost maroon red and dark green.  The only one that moved was the tallest one in the middle, and he simply nodded back at his boss.

“You have friends waiting how delightful.”  Mr. Webb stated.

“Friends of Mrs. Emily I have never met them.”  Brodie said.  After Mrs. Emily discussion about ‘the opposition’ and how Mr. Webb might be one of them Brodie had been cautious around him.  Although they had not seen him till they were leaving the ferry he had ended up in the same line at customs with him.  Although Brodie noted there were only two lines for non-Russians so he had a fifty/fifty chance of being in their line anyways.  “Are you cold?”  Brodie asked motioning towards the mans gloves and tweed coat.

“The unfortunate side effect of life time of travel.” Mr. Webb said stoically.  “Foreign service career officer.” He added when Brodie raised an eyebrow. “Nothing like you think, I was in charge of processing visa’s and such, truly dull and dreary paperwork but it allowed me to see the world. But as I was saying, years living in places like Saudi Arabia then moving to Iceland or other Scandinavian countries threw my bodies ability to feel comfortable in even the slightest chill out of order.”  Mr. Webb said holding out his gloves as evidence.

“Well that is something I am sure they did not cover in your training.”  Brodie observed.

“Quite.”  Webb said. “But now I have great pension and can travel as I want, not as the job dictates.”

They were interrupted when they approached their turn to be interviewed by the Customs official.  Brodie passed thru nervously and joined Mrs. Emily who had already been processed.  She had joined the three men in robes and she quickly introduced the head of the order the very tall man, High Pilgrim Orujov.  The other two she introduced as Hans and Dante.  Hans had the look of a sunburnt Eastern European and Dante was a very pale middle aged man who looked like he spent a lot of time indoors.  Both man quickly relieved Brodie and Mrs. Emily of their luggage and the High Pilgrim carried Mrs. Emily’s blue bowling ball bag himself. After this was done Brodie noticed that Mr. Webb was standing a little bit apart from their group and Emily motioned him over quickly.

“Well this is where we part company I guess, have a nice time in Russia.”  Mr. Webb said with a smile.

Mrs. Emily smiled back. “And you also, thank you so much for your company Mr. Webb, may the road rise up to meet you.”

“And my the wind always be at your back Mrs. Emily.” Webb turned to look at Brodie after shaking Mrs. Emily hand.  “Brodie my boy no more fainting,  don’t skip to many meals.”

“I won’t.”  Brodie said shaking the man’s hands and feeling the leather gloves he was wearing and tried not to think of the possibility that this man was a member of the opposition as Mrs. Emily suspected.

“May the sun always shine upon your face.”  And with those words the stocky British man turned and walked away towing his luggage behind him.

He turned back to Mrs. Emily and the three men and heard her say something in a low tone. “Is he?”

Then the High Pilgrim said in the same low conspiratorial tone.  “Oh yes, one of their best.”

 

Brodie’s alarm on his phone went off and he reached into his bag.  “Mrs. Emily time for your noon medicine.”

Mrs. Emily looked at him.  “What would I do without you Brodie?”

The recreational vehicle lurched slightly and Brodie took exceptional care handing the pills to his employer and then he unscrewed the water bottle and held it until she had the pills safely in her mouth then she followed with the water bottle.  Once that was done Brodie looked out the window at the passing countryside.  It was very green, much more so than the outskirts of LA but the topography was similar to Finland where they had just come from.  The few towns they passed on the road were a bit more drab then Finland though.  They had been on the road for two days now and they were heading in roughly southwest direction, he knew this from the sun as he had not been given an opportunity to look at a map as the monks did not seem to have one.  He had learned that Dante was Russian when he spoke to people at gas stations and the hotel where they stayed last night.

They had left the sea port in a small blue Volkswagen minivan and driven around the city in what he thought was a random manner.  Mrs. Emily informed him they were trying to lose a tail and after a hour of some strange maneuvers including stopping for ten minutes in traffic and letting cars go around them followed by an abrupt U-turn from a center lane and a crazy ride down a one way street at very slow speed Dante had said something to Hans and they ended up in a warehouse and industrial area of the city that looked very disreputable.  They had pulled into a parking lot and a man in grey workman’s clothes opened a garage door and they entered without slowing.

It was inside the darkened warehouse they had transferred all their belongings and themselves into the large metallic green RV they were now traveling across Russia in.  Well they had transferred his and Mrs. Emily luggage, either the monks had loaded their luggage beforehand or they had none.  Once they were settled in the RV he had to continually monitor Mrs. Emily when she got up to walk around as the suspension was poor and he cane only added to her stability to a limited extent.  Luckily she was very happy sitting across a folding table from the High Pilgrim playing backgammon and they tried to teach mahjong to Brodie when Hans was not driving.  Unfortunately Brodie had trouble concentrating on the game because when he looked at it too long he got car sick so the two of them played more backgammon then anything else.

It was an hour after he had given Mrs. Emily her noon dosage of medicine that the large RV pulled off the main road and onto a side road.  “Almost there.”  The accented voice of Dante came back thru the cabin.

“Show time.”  Mrs. Emily said smiling.

“Indeed, it has been a long time since I have been this close to an alignment.”  High Pilgrim Orujov stated.

“Portugal if I recall.”  Mrs. Emily said as she closed the backgammon board carefully so as to not disturb the magnetic pieces in their places.

“No I think it was France.” The man said correcting her.

“No France was where you were being chased by the oppositions attack dogs thru the cemetery.” Mrs. Emily said.

“Oh yes, you would think I would remember that, I could not sit for a week.”

Brodie heard this.  “The opposition,”  He gulped.  “Uses attack dogs?”

The two looked at him as if he had said something mildly amusing. “Oh no dear that was a one time event, there was a dog training center next to the cemetery we were close to and the opposition took control of them John here volunteered to draw them off with a sack of meat from a butcher shop.”

“Oh that makes me feel much better.”  Brodie stated.

“Tsk tsk.”  Mrs. Emily looking like the grandmother she was. “Sarcasm does not become you Brodie, we try and say exactly how we are feeling, not try and hide behind a macho façade.”

Brodie was duly chastised.  “Yes Mrs. Emily.”

The large vehicle slowed as it pulled off to the side of the road. “Madam is this the place?”

Emily rose slowly and looked out the window for a long time at an apparent empty field.  Inside the RV no one moved or said a word.  Brodie was trying to sit still when he felt an urge to scratch is leg but was told that when Mrs. Emily was viewing a site it would be better if he stayed still and not disturb her.  It was a few more minutes and Brodie was about to slowly reach down and give his thigh a slow scratch when she turned and faced everyone inside the vehicle. “This is the right place, but this is a big job, Brodie you are going to have to help me with this.”

 

(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) 

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)

(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?