Kharma’s Way – Conclusion (Part 14) on Serial Central

The conclusion to my serial short story, Kharma’s Way, is posted on  Serial Central if you have been following the story.

For those who are new to my blog and have no idea what this is about, you can click on the Serial Central link to go to a multi-author blog where we each tell our stories on a given day of the week (I’m Saturday).  All parts are posted under the Kharma’s Way category, so it’s never too late to read it. 

After this Saturday, Lua Fowles is taking over my Saturday spot to share a short story that she wrote. 

Thanks to everyone who read Kharma’s Way :)

Kharma’s Way Part 10 on Serial Central & Live Today

If you’re keeping up on my short story, Kharma’s Way, part 10 (Strengthened Resolve) is now up on Serial Central.  I can tell you that Kharma discovers a secret of Rodney’s – you’ll have to check it out if you want to know more :) (If you do read it, I’d love to hear your opinion – did you like it or hate it – and why?)

If you are new to my blog and have no idea what this is about, you can click on the Serial Central link to go to a multi-author blog where we each tell our stories on a given day of the week (I’m Saturday).  All parts are posted under the Kharma’s Way category, so it’s never too late to read it.

In keeping with a shiny new tradition, I’m sharing a poem I wrote this week.  It is much lighter than the therapeutic one I did last week.  No tissues needed :)  The inspiration?  My wish for Friday that popped into my head on Tuesday.

Live Today

Why wish for daysTo get here fast?

Why wish for things

That just won’t last?

Why live in yesterday,

Trapped by “could’ve been,”

When the future is waiting

To cease the punishment?

The past is buried; forever gone

And tomorrow can’t be caught.

Today is in reach – right now:

The choice is to live it.  Or not.

Kharma’s Way Part 9 on Serial Central & I Can’t Say Goodbye (poem)

If you’re keeping up on my short story, Kharma’s Way, part 9 (The Unexpected) is now up on Serial Central.  I don’t want to ruin the mystery, so I won’t give away what happens in this segment – you’ll have to check it out.  If you have been following it, then end of this part just may be…well, unexpected.  (If you do read it, I’d love to hear your opinion – did you like it or hate it – and why?)

If you are new to my blog and have no idea what this is about, you can click on the Serial Central link to go to a multi-author blog where we each tell our stories on a given day of the week (I’m Saturday).  All parts are posted under the Kharma’s Way category, so it’s never too late to read it. 

In keeping with my weeks-old tradition (can it be a tradition after a few weeks?) of posting poetry with my Saturday announcements, I’m sharing a poem I wrote on Friday morning – the day after I found out my grandma may be nearing the end of her battle with Alzheimer’s (and other physical ailments plaguing her.)   It’s safe to say I’m not handling it well yet.  Of course, after several years of watching her decline, I knew it would come to this, but I’m still not ready.

I apologize for  the ‘down’ post, and I will make an effort to be more upbeat on the next round :)  Enjoy your Saturday!

I Can’t Say Goodbye      

Childhood bike rides

And picnics at the park-

Up the hill, I whined

But you urged me on.

Doors always open,

A fridge full of food.

A song in the morning

To spread your good mood.

Church every Sunday,

League bowling with the girls –

I always complained

When they pawed at my curls.

There sits on a shelf,

A Swiss jewelry box;

A token of your travels

And warm, loving thoughts.

These times bring on tears

And a dull, empty ache

For all those spent years-

Forever, I’m changed.

I pray you don’t know

Your worst fear is reality-

As Alzheimer’s dark shadow

Swallows your memories.

I feel sad for the future

And struggle with longing

For things as they were;

When your mind was free.

You sit before me,

Distance in your eyes

Body frail and weak,

But still, I can’t say “goodbye.”

 

P.S. I know God will take you,

With my blessing or not,

When the time comes,

Give Grandpa my love…

Kharma’s Way Part 6 on Serial Central

If you’re keeping up on my short story, Kharma’s Way, part 6 is now up on Serial Central.  If you are new to my blog and have no idea what this is about, you can click on the Serial Central link to go to a multi-author blog where we each tell our stories on a given day of the week (I’m Saturday).  If you haven’t read the story at all, or if you’ve missed a section, it’s not too late – all parts are posted under the Kharma’s Way category. 

Here’s the ending of part 5 (posted last week) and the beginning of part 6:

Rodney’s warm breath on my ear momentarily left me in a daze, but I pulled myself together and focused on the front of the store.  Gill had exited and stood alone out front, staring in our direction.  My lungs refused to allow any breath to enter or exit when Gill started walking toward us. 

“Don’t move,” Rodney whispered.  His lips brushed my ear as he spoke.

Finally, my paralyzed voice and body broke free from the fear.  “Give me the gun,” I demanded.

“I can’t do that.”

“Are you ready to die?”

“It’s okay.  Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod–”

I’m not ready, so give me the damn gun,” I gritted between clenched teeth.

“Shhh,” he scolded.

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Saturday Morning Serial – Kharma’s Way – Part 5 (Change of Plans #2)

Today, I’m posting the second segment of the 5th part of Kharma’s Way, my Saturday serial story.  I know, it’s confusing, right?  I’ve been thinking about the story dilemma for several weeks, and I’ve decided to suspend new segments for a couple weeks, so my posts on Serial Central will catch up.  I hope this doesn’t frustrate any of you who are following the story, but I think it’s the best choice.  On 10/2, part 6 of the story will be posted and continue from where this post leaves off. 

If you missed any of the other segments, the links are under the Saturday AM Serial tab.  Enjoy your Saturday!

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“Shhhh,” Rodney warned, checking to make sure we didn’t draw Gill’s attention.

After several seconds, I continued in a whisper.  “Mary Anne is honest and I don’t think she intentionally covered up anything.  But think about it; cardiac arrest is caused by a surge in adrenaline, which can be administered in an overdose of epinephrine.  That wouldn’t show up as abnormal on a toxicology report.”

Rodney shook his head.  “Circumstantial.”

I persisted in pleading the argument.  “Gill said that Michelle just got back from jogging and didn’t feel well.  The problem is she didn’t exercise, much less jog.  And, he didn’t call 9-1-1 until she died.”

“Maybe she just started jogging and her body couldn’t handle it.  Michelle was young and generally healthy, so he may not have realized her life was in danger.”

Rodney’s defense of a murderer angered me.  I wanted to yell at him or hit him, neither of which I could do quietly.  I managed to calmly whisper, “Do you remember that Gill works for a pharmaceutical sales company?  Don’t you think he has access to contacts that could get him epinephrine?”

For several seconds, Rodney sat silent with his forehead furrowed, indicating he pondered the plausibility of the argument I presented.  I smugly waited for him to agree with me.  To occupy myself, I watched the bee that landed on my denim-covered thigh, wondering if it could sting through thick fabric.  I decided it could; if it wanted to.

“Compelling,” he conceded.  “But I don’t understand why he would do it.  Their wedding was less than two months away.”

“I just know he did it.  I feel it.”

Rodney shook his head.  “You can’t take that to court.”

“I guess that’s why I’m here.”

“Forgive whatever grievances you may have. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”

I’m certainly no expert on bible quotes, but it sounded like another one to me.  I didn’t have a response, so I watched the front of the store.  I didn’t see them out front anymore, so I stood to get a better view.

Before I got completely upright, Rodney yanked my elbow, tumbling me into his lap.  “Are you crazy?” he asked.

I contemplated giving him an honest answer, but instead grumbled, “I just wanted to see if he left.”  I started to slide off his lap when Rodney tightened his grip around me.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in my ear.

Rodney’s warm breath on my ear momentarily left me in a daze, but I pulled myself together and focused on the front of the store.  Gill had exited and stood alone out front, staring in our direction.  My lungs refused to allow any breath to enter or exit when Gill started walking toward us.