Posted in Tending the Stones for the Lock

Tending the Stones for the Lock, XXIV

23nd 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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“You have a deficiency.”  Austin said in the same room he had examined Brodie in.

“Nothing a couple of nights in my own bed would not cure along with a couple of massages and some regular naps in my recliner.”   Mrs. Emily said examining the blue crystal set in the ring that Austin had tried to use on Brodie earlier.  “Is this from the trolls?”

“Do not try and change the subject Ms. Emily, you need to take it easy and recharge your energy.”

“I have only met three Trolls in my time, a mother and her two sons.”

“Not Dannila?”

Ms. Emily snapped her fingers. “Yeah that was her name is she the one that took you into the caverns?”

Austin sighed and put his hands on his hips. “You did it again changing the subject. You have been protecting Brodie.”  It was not a question. “I sensed that his has been under your protection but he would not allow me to fully diagnosis him.”  Mrs. Emily looked at him with a small look of surprise, Austin answered her question. “He was not sure he could trust me without your ‘Ok.” Austin stepped back and placed his hands on his hips and switched to an authorities tone.  “You need one day of touching the ground.  No flying, no moving around, I want you barefoot.”

Ms. Emily quipped quickly. “And pregnant?”

Austin rolled his eyes.  “I am serious one full day touching the ground, my yurt has a dirt floor, and is warm and I have been working on a great green citrus tea mix.”

Ms. Emily shrugged her shoulders.  “How is your internet connection?”

Austin looked at her puzzled.

“I have to send some e-mails and I do not want to use the C.I.A. connection on this plane.”

Austin looked around at the interior of the place a bit shocked.  “You stole a C.I.A. plane?”‘

Emily shrugged again. “They donated it temporarily.”


Mrs. Emily settled into the improvised recliner made from a camping cot and numerous pillows and blankets, she ensured that both of her feet were flat on the ground making contact with mother Earth.  She had a book she had taken off the plane, Jules Verne’s Mysterious Island, what a hard back edition of the book was doing on a C.I.A plane was a mystery, she flipped several pages and found her spot, she had never used book marks or dog eared pages but she was always able to find the page in a book within a few turns almost always forward never back.  She wondered if the skill was part of being The Chosen One, not that it was worth the effort to figure out but it was an interesting phenomenon.

“This won’t hurt?”

“Not in the least at the very most you might hear or feel a humming in your head, but no one has ever said it was unpleasant, just curious.”

“Okay.”  The voice of Brodie responded from behind the screen which separated Austin’s examination and treatment area from the rest of the his yurt.

“I just need you to lay still for about an hour it will be fine if you fall asleep.”  Austin’s calm and reassuring voice instructed.

The slightly worried voice of Brodie answered.  “Okay.”  The worried tone was normal for the man and Ms. Emily did not sense anything other than normal concern in his voice.

The next hour was quiet as Emily made good progress on the book, getting to one of the mysterious gifts left for the castaways when there was a stirring behind privacy screen.   “Brodie you can wake up now.”

“Are we all done?”


There was a bit of shuffling around and Brodie and Austin came around the screen.  “Would you like to know what I found?”

Brodie simply nodded and finished buttoning up his shirt.

“Do you mind if Ms. Emily hears?”  Austin said looking back and forth between the two of them.

“No not at all.”  Brodie answered without hesitation.

Austin nodded. “You have a clean bill of health, both physically and magically, although your spirt, aura or soul, whatever you call it has grown significantly as of the last several weeks. But I think you knew that.”

Brodie gave a shrug and a nod at the same time, unsure how to process the information but seemingly to accept it for what it was. “But I am alright otherwise?”

“Oh yes, tip top shape.”  Austin replied.

“And Ms. Emily will be fine with a day of rest?”  Brodie asked.

Austin nodded.  “Yes, as long as she gets a complete day of rest like I have prescribed, you see as we get older our spirt and body start to converge and compliment each other, so one starts to influence the other, when a soul is strong it strengths the body, although it helps if both grow strong before the age of sixty or seven, that way they support each other equally.”

Brodie nodded.

“Well now that we have been checked out by the good doctor and he says we are both fine can you return to the plane and get my laptop I have not checked my e-mail in a while and I am sure my children are throwing a fit about how long I have been out of touch.”

“I thought I put the laptop in my backpack?”  Brodie said reaching for his leather bag.

“You did, but I got it out before we left the plane this morning and forgot to put it back in.”

Brodie nodded and turned toward Austin.  “The plane is that way right.”  He said pointing towards the east.

Austin nodded and pointed in the same direction Brodie had just pointed.

Brodie nodded and left the yurt and Austin secured the door behind him so the occasional wind would not grab it when he got back inside he saw the look in Ms. Emily’s eye.  The same look a parent gave him before asking about the truth of a child’s condition.  “Well?”

“I said he was fine and he is.”


“His aura changed significantly lately, obviously from his encounter with the dragon, the green in his nature is fading a bit and the blue is coming on stronger.”

Ms. Emily nodded. Green meant nurturing, a shift to a more bluish color meant he would feel more protective. “A major change?”

Austin shrugged now.  “It is not an exact science, heck at this point it is much more art than science, but it might have been changing anyways due to all this globetrotting you have been exposing him too.”

Ms. Emily nodded.  She liked Brodie, but everyone changed in their lives, it was natural and inevitable at least in healthy people.  She pitied the people that never grew, that never changed they were poor souls.



Sorry folks for the long time between entries.   Will try and get back on track for once a week.  


Posted in Outrageous Lies and Tales, Tending the Stones for the Lock

Tending the Stones for the Lock X

10th 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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Meredith Wallace put down the phone, this was the third time in an hour she had tried her mother and it went right to voice mail every time.  Meredith sighed, mom was so aggravating sometimes, she would refuse to answer her phone for hours and sometimes never even listened to her voice mail messages.  It was not that her Mom was afraid of technology, heck the lady had a Mac Book Air with its on Internet connection.  She was one of the first persons she knew to get involved in EBay and had no fear of ordering clothes and gifts on line.  No Meredith thought her mother was just obstinate and did not like to be controlled by what she called the electronic leash.  Thankfully she did not get angry or upset if you did not call or respond to an voice mail so at least she was not a hypocrite.

Meredith looked at her phone, he mother had sent her an email today, it was light an breezy saying how she would be staying with her friend Helen a few more days.  Typical mother.

A few hours later Ms. Meredith decided it was time to treat herself to an afternoon at the bookstore, her kids were busy with their afterschool activities and friends and her husband was on a business trip to San Diego so what better time to peruse the local book store and relax with a cup of coffee.

One hour later she was sitting in the coffee shop adjacent to book store leafing thru her magazine she was wondering if she should get a refill of her tea or maybe indulge her sweet tooth with a pastry.

“Meredith is that you?”

Meredith looked up and saw it was Helen.

“It is you Meredith how have you been and where is you mother, I tried calling her to tell her I was coming to town for a few days but that naughty girl has not responded to any of my calls or texts.”

Meredith was in shock but Helen did not let her speak.  “You know she is such a feisty gal your mother, I suppose she is still of on her little adventure.  Why Finland this time of year I have no idea, Finland is best in the fall, of course your mother is into strange trips, I consider it roughing it if the hotel does not have a twenty-four hour a day masseuse on call.”  Helen took a breath and motioned for her ever constant companion, a driver/assistant to come close. “Mary could you get me a tea, green and two pastries, one chocolate one caramel,”  She looked at Meredith then started digging through her purse. “I just can’t decide between caramel or chocolate lately, so we can share the pastries.”  She retrieved from her purse her compact and started checking herself out in the small mirror.

“You said my mother was were Helen?”

Helen never looked up. “Finland, or maybe it was Sweden, I know it was one of those Scandinavian countries, is Denmark considered part of Scandinavia, I know it is in the general area but I am not sure.”

“She was supposed to be visiting you Helen, didn’t she come up to see you last week, on Tuesday.”

Helen put her compact down after she completed her checks and started looking thru her purse for her wallet.  “Last Tuesday, no I have not seen your mother in about two months.”  Meredith thought. “I know it was not Norway because when someone mentions Norway I always think of my third husband, he was of Norwegian descent, so tall, so blonde but he had this terrible desire for fish all the time. I know they say fish is brain food and Wilmer was incredibly smart, at least when it came to money but you can only eat fish maybe once or twice a week then you become tired of it, of course he did not consider lobster fish, I tell you I think I could a lobster dish four times a week.”  Helen stopped when Mary came and placed the pastries and tea on the table. Helen looked over to where Meredith was, and noticed that Meredith was no longer there and caught a glimpse of her going the out the front door or the coffee shop.

Helen paused her talking and reviewed the conversation then looked at Mary.  “I don’t think I was supposed to tell her about the trip to Finland, yes it was definitely Finland that Emily went to.”

Mary simply nodded.

Helen smiled at her assistant. “Well sit dear, I simply cannot eat both of these pastries myself.”


Meredith let herself into her mother’s house deactivating the alarm as she entered before she took another step she looked closely at the control panel, it had not been deactivated since the date her mother had called telling her the lie about going to Helen’s.    She saw that her mother had at least called to have the mail stopped so this trip to Finland was not a truly spontaneous decision.

Slamming down her keys on the kitchen table grabbed her mother’s address book and found the number she was looking for she sat at her mother’s desk and dialed the house phone.  “Hi this is Meredith Wallace.”

“Yes my mother is Ms. Emily and you are Brodie’s sister?”

“Well I was wondering if you had heard from Brodie in the last couple of days?”  Meredith got a pencil from the jar and got her pen ready.

“You got an e-mail three days ago?  He was enjoying Finland and wondered if you could keep his cat a few more days because they were taking a ferry to St. Petersburg.”

Upon hearing St. Petersburg Meredith snapped the pencil in her hand.

“Yes my mother is generous but I am sure Brodie is earning his pay on the trip.  Is there any chance I can get Brodie’s e-mail address, just in case of an emergency of course.”  Meredith stated trying not to sound anxious, writing down the address she repeated it back to be sure she got it down correctly then stated she would remind Brodie about his library book being overdue.

Meredith was about to start drafting an e-mail but then thought of something else and reached up and  found the sealed envelop that was kept under a stack of books.  She normally would have hesitated before opening it but her mother had given her no choice.  She unfolded the white papers inside and looked over her mother’s passwords to both her bank accounts and her credit cards.

Logging into the computer she opened the internet browser.  “Mother where are you and what are you thinking?”


(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.  


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?