Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Investigations, Inc.


          Jack picked up the glass and sipped as he looked at the report before pulling the paper from the typewriter.    The chair squeaked as he leaned back and put his feet on the desk reading it over one last time before slipping it in the envelope.
          The rain had become heavier and promised to continue through the night which meant he wouldn’t be setting up surveillance at 310 Park Street.  Interesting job that one.   The man who had hired him was not her husband and he got the impression that this was a reverse situation where the boyfriend did not believe whatever story she told him about her marriage.  Frankly, there were way too many women in this town to pay to follow a married woman or even care if she was still keeping her husband happy as long as she showed up in the middle of the night with promises of succulent pleasure. 
          Two things kept his business brisk, one was love and the other was money but in the end it always rolled around sex.
          Jack smiled as he thought about the girl he accompanied home from the bar the night before.   She was your typical sad story of nursing a broken heart needing to feel like someone thought she pretty enough to approach.  He didn’t think he would have turned to her if she passed him on the street but something last night just called his name as he sat down at the end of the bar. 
          “Charlie, usual please.”
          The bartender threw the towel over his shoulder as he reached back and picked up the good whisky pouring a shot setting it in front of Jack.
          “Early night or just getting started?”
          “Early night.  Love it when they give me what I want before nine.”
          He sipped on the whisky as the bar filled up with the regular characters from the neighborhood.  Several stopped leaning on the bar talking to him before moving into a booth or table.  It was a small bar where a lot of people came to just unwind or sit and talk to friends.  
          The jukebox played Frank Sinatra in the background but it was so low that you forgot that it wasn’t just part of the decor.  He leaned forward looking at her as she sipped on a glass of wine.  She still had her coat on and looked uncomfortable almost afraid to stay and afraid to get up and leave.   He looked into the big mirror and watched her.  She looked up at herself then looked away. 
          Jack picked up his glass and walked down past her as she watched him move in the smoky mirror.  He picked up an ashtray on the other side of her and sat down in the empty stool to her right taking out a cigarette and offered her one.
          “Thank you but I don’t smoke.”
          He put one in his mouth and set the pack on the bar as Charlie reached over lighting it for him.  The smoke drifted up around them as Sinatra crooned a lonely heartbreaking song.  He picked up his whisky as she watched him in the mirror.
          “You look like you are carrying the woes of the world on your shoulders.”
          She sipped her wine and he watched the slight tremble in her hand as she slowly tried to put it down without spilling it.  If she could take back her decision to walk through that door then she would do it that very instant.   She swallowed then looked at him.
          “I need to leave.”
          “Well, that part is obvious since you have probably never been in a bar or at least not unescorted.”
          “I’m sorry, but…”
          Jack reached out and touched her hand which immediately caused tears to form across her green eyes.   If he had a nickel for every time a woman sat in front of him in tears, he could retire to Vegas.  He thought there was little difference between Charlie, him and Father O’Flannagan.  They all drank and they all listened to confessions of the heartbroken world.
          “I’m a good listener if you want to talk.”
          “Thank you but this was a mistake.”  She took in her breath and it rattled with the sobs that just didn’t want to come out in public.   She slid off the stool and picked up her purse turning to him.  “Thank you but it is late and the rain seems to be getting worse.”
          “Can I walk you to your car?”
          “I didn’t drive.”
          Jack smiled because she lived nearby. “It’s not safe to walk this late at night.”  He put a five on the bar and told Charlie he would be back after he made sure this young lady got home safely.  Charlie looked from one to the other and nodded.   Someone would be saying hail marys in the morning for sure.
          Jack opened the door as she stepped out.  “I can get home fine, thank you.”
          Jack opened the umbrella raising it.  “I need the exercise and I would feel bad if something happened to you because I wasn’t a gentleman.”
          She lived two blocks from the bar up the hill in a small brownstone.  He talked and she responded but not with any great conversation.   She had her arms wrapped around herself more as a protection then cold.   When they climbed the steps to the front door of the building he opened it and she passed him then turned back.   He smiled but didn’t follow.
          “Would you like to...” She hesitated.  “I don’t have whisky but I can offer you a cup of coffee.”
          Jack looked at his watch then followed her into the building.  She opened her purse and took out a sole key and unlocked her door walking in.  He closed it as she walked across the room putting her purse on a small table then unbuttoning her coat slipping it off.   She had on a soft white blouse and black skirt that was shaped to her hips so perfectly.   She laid the coat over the chair then walked into the kitchen and he heard the water running as she was filling up the coffee pot.  Jack walked around the room looking at the d├ęcor before he picked up a book that was open on the coffee table. 
          “I didn’t ask your name.”  He had his back to the kitchen as she walked out carrying too cups of coffee.
          “You like Hemingway?”  He was reading the back of “Across the River and Into the Trees” which of course had a picture of Ernest as eccentric as you could get.
          “I’m not sure.  I think he’s very strange and his characters are so self absorbed and dramatic.”   She sat down on the couch as he sat in the armchair flipping through the book until he reached the page where she had a slip of paper marking her spot.  “I find this particular work to be lacking in a lot of things even for Hemingway.”
          Jack nodded and put the book down.  He wasn’t a Hemingway fan because he found his work to not only be depressing but would cause depressive people to fall further into the tumbler which is probably what the author did as he sat at that old typewriter trying to put words together so that he could afford to be eccentric. 
          They talked for a while about authors and books they liked.   She worked as a bookkeeper for a shirt manufacturer and had lived in the city three years.  He assumed from listening to her that other than work her only life was probably an affair with a married man.   He finally thanked her for the coffee and told her he had an appointment to keep.
          “Who has appointments this late at night?”
          Jack smiled and told her it was just part of his work.  He walked toward the door as she stood and followed him.  He turned again to thank her when she put her hand on his shoulder and reached up kissing him then she pulled back.  Jack watched her eyes which were neither embarrassed nor mousy as they had been in the bar.  He wanted to tell her that there was no safety in taking a stranger into her home. 
          His hand went out and around Carolyn’s waist to her lower back as he brought her back to his lips.  She came to him so easily and so willingly that he wondered who was coercing who this night.   He could feel his reaction as she leaned into him so softly and her hand slowly slid down his chest and around his leg causing him to stiffen against the cloth of his slacks.  This was not a mousy woman at all.
          He didn’t remember undressing her or even taking off his own clothes before he pulled her down on top of him.  The bed was soft and filled with fluffy pillows that seemed to just envelope them as they moved across it still lip locked and hungry.  He couldn’t recall having a desire so strong in a long time and he loved the softness of her curves.
          Carolyn was unbridled in her wants and consumed him with a fire that was totally out of control.   Whatever she was trying to forget, Jack was more than willing to be the instrument she used to release all of her pain.   He ran his hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip which made the silk panties push up against him.  A small moan escaped her lips. 
          He loved the smell of the passion mingled with whisky.  This mousy little girl was so hot that the fire department would have trouble putting her out.   She pushed against his shoulders rolling him off of her and he hesitated until he met her eyes.   They were dark green and seemed to be holding a secret he knew he would never unlock.  Without effort she took his breath away.  Her eyes were closed; her head back and her lips spoke volumes without words.
          Jack pulled her down into his arms and kissed her as she sighed then curled up around him.  He wanted a cigarette but didn’t know where his clothes were nor did he think he had the strength to get out of bed.  Jack fell asleep and woke up alone in the bed.   He found his clothes on the chair in the bedroom with a note.
          “Thank you for walking me home…Carolyn.”
          He lit a cigarette and put the note in his pocket.

Barbara Svetlick                3/6/18

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Book 5 and 6 of The Visitor Free Download

The final two books of the six book story

will be free to download on Saturday and Sunday
March 3rd and 4th



Friday, February 23, 2018

Dear Readers - Free Download This Weekend

Book 3 and 4 of The Visitor Series is free to download
on Saturday and Sunday
February 24th and 25th

All of my books are part of the Kindleunlimited program

If you are reading The Visitor Series, remember that there are 6 books in the series.

This link is to my author page which lists my 13 novels.

I am finishing up on Novel #14

and hope to have it published sometime in the next month.

The Visitor Series - the Life of Miranda Eppes is in 6 books 2013-2014

The Visitor - 1862
The Visitor - Texas
The Visitor - Colorado
The Visitor - New York
The Visitor - The Bell Tower
The Visitor - The Final Ride

The Ellery Daughters Series - 4 books 2015

John Ellery's Daughters
Life on the Isle
When The War Is Over
Blue Notes From Afar (2017)

My Wild Irish Eyes - 2015
Yesterday's Gone - 2013
Short Stories Love, Sex and Rock and Roll [erotic] 2013

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

In The Middle of the Night


"an action or activity that, although not illegal, is considered to be evil, shameful, or wrong"

there are crimes against humanity
the most egregious
of actions internationally or on that large scale
that makes the 'breaking news'

there are crimes of the heart
those are heartbreaking
for the heart can be mended but never made whole
only acknowledged by the heart bearer

we read about crime
we watch movies so very creepy
curled up in our personal space biting our lip
hoping it is just can't be

this morning I woke
overjoyed with the dusting of snow
before my worry turned to the goldfish in the pond
under the water below

in the park
across from our warm quiet home
the crime tape was strung
like pranksters toilet paper wind blown

crime always has a victim
anger and tears in disguise
heartbreak seeks out those who loved
as the body does lie

a dusting of snow
a bullet sent into flight
met the intended target attempting to flee
life ends in the cold night

an argument
a slight or an unexpected turn of events
possession of a firearm
a man with intent

a writer imitates
the world all around
acknowledging the simple fact
death will be found.


Saturday, February 17, 2018

Pondering My Social Media

I have a Facebook personal account and a Twitter, Myspace, Pinterest and Instagram accounts.  I have a website , Etsy store, an author's page on Goodreads and this blog.  I sometimes wonder if I spread myself too thin but I guess that is really what our society has become.  I love technology, I love the internet more than anyone else in the world but I am lukewarm on the social media.

My Facebook really is three pages [accounts].  My personal one where I interact with family, friends, school mates and artists.  The issue I have with being on this account is that I really don't know most of the "friends" or acquaintances.  I can either post happy upbeat things and just float along or not post.  The world right now is very volatile in personal opinions.  I am one of very strong opinions about social issues but then if you put me on one of those Facebook scales that steal your soul, I would be center to left liberal.  I would guess more central because I can change my opinions with a good solid argument.  I believe in middle of the road kind of life.  I can understand most points of view and if they are unpleasant to my own sensibilities I will just move on.

My other two Facebook pages are for my writing [The Visitor] and for my turtles.  Yes, turtles do need their own page even though they sleep [hibernate] through seven out of twelve months.  I give both pages my attention but not like my personal page.  I realized the other day that my presence on Facebook is becoming less active but that is fine because I need to make sure I have a life away from my laptop.

Twitter is my political feelings only.  I don't have personal friends or crossover friends from Facebook to Twitter.  This is important because my posts on Twitter are unfiltered though frequently measured.  Like writing, Twitter is my cavern into my use of sailor talk.  So far, no one has blocked me but I am more like a nasty little bird that pecks at you then disappears before you can catch it.  Twitter allows me to scream without my family and friends calling for me to be put into a straight jacket.

Myspace used to be my favorite place when it welcomed writers and it is what helped me to start publishing my writing.  Now it is all music and I love music but I don't find anything that makes me go there often.  I tried different websites for writing but it was the comradery of Myspace that I missed the most.

Pinterest is the coolest social media because I can go around collecting the oddest things and finding them again when I need to.  I put my art work on there and then collect recipes, photographs of trains, doors...well you get the point.  Pinterest lets me unwind and just enjoy the internet.

Instagram is a fast and furious place where I usually just put my artwork and look at what others are doing artwise.  My presence is less because my time on the torch making glass art is less.  I started working with glass in 2003 as a hobby after a day of work.  I haven't been able to break that and still only work about five to seven hours a week on the torch.  I am not obsessive but more because I need constant change in my days.

Goodreads probably gets less attention from me.  It is a good site if you work it and I really honestly should work it but so far I haven't.  I love reading reviews by other people but whether you are a reader or writer, you know that your preferences or taste in literature is very unique to you.  It is the rare writer that can entertain a vast majority of readers.

This blog is me when I need to just unwind the many things that have bundled up during the day or week.  There's really no rhyme or reason to what I post.  It is attached to my author page on Amazon so if I put anything on Kindle for free you will see it here.  I don't know how many people click on Author Pages on Kindle but they should.  

My website, Barbarasvetlick.com, is a little bit of all the others except no politics at all.  It is my main "art" presence on the internet and the place I love the most.    I change it regularly putting up my recent work, talking about glass and listing upcoming shows.  It chronicles my growth in art over the years.

Surprisingly, I do almost all of my presence on the internet from my laptop and not from the tablet or my phone.  I love my laptop like I do chocolate.  And I really love chocolate.  Does social media enrich my life?  Not really.  I would be far better if I lived life instead of watching it on a screen.  Understanding these things and doing something about them doesn't mean anything will change.


Free Kindle Download

Book 1 and 2 of The Visitor Series is free to download this weekend.
[February 17th and 18th]

My entire collection of books is available under Kindle Unlimited.

Books 3 and 4 of the Series will be available to download next weekend.

Books 5 and 6 of the Series will be available to download the first weekend of March.

I am in the final editing phase of my newest work but
no title yet.

Have a great weekend.


Thursday, February 15, 2018

A Hero in the World - Aaron Feis

Death waits in the shadows
it comes for us
from the first breath we take
patiently it hovers
in a million ways death collects
each of us
each of us meets him
Sometimes it is welcome
sometimes it is cruel
Often very unexpected
when life is at its best
death is humbling
and is the one thing we can neither
avoid or stop.

Out of the cruelty
out of the injustice of inaction
the actions of others
the mere fate unrecognized for what it is
rises those souls
who give their lives for others.
Aaron Feis
in a split second
showed his love and passion
for the lives of children.

May you rest peacefully
May your family and friends
find time to heal.
You are a true hero in a world
of chaos.
Thank you for being who you were.