Novel #11 - My Wild Irish Rose on Kindle

MY WILD IRISH ROSE

 

My 11th Fiction Novel is live on Kindle tonight

 

My Wild Irish Rose

 

 

 

Boston 1908

Samantha’s Journey

 

            The dreadful morning started as her nanny headed down to get the lunch tray.  Samantha acknowledged the cool softness of the cut glass knob as she opened her bedroom door with both hands and peeked out into the hallway.  As she leaned on the banister on her tippy toes trying to listen to the voices coming from the library, she wondered what her father was doing but the words made no sense.  Samantha walked quietly down to her father’s room and put her hand on the doorknob when it suddenly opened making her fall back tangled in her gown. 

            Her father looked at her briefly as his eyes went from anger to sheer sadness.   He bent over and picked her up taking her back to her room as the nanny came up the staircase with the tray.  He went back down to the library as his banker and law partner sat working on the details of the documents.

            Weary of life but unable to change fate, Theo Danley at the end of an exhausting day climbed the stairs a man on his deathbed.  He opened his daughter’s door and looked across the room.  Her dollhouse was sitting on the floor with the little people tucked into their beds, all of her dolls were lined up on the shelves dressed in their best dresses and bonnets and her books were stacked on her table with her favorite on top.  The room was frilly and romantic as only a little girl’s room could be.  He walked over to the window seat and sat down watching her.  She was dressed in black satin and was hugging her little brown bear.  Her shoes had dropped on the floor haphazardly and still buckled.  Samantha’s little silk socks were askew and partway off.  Her long lashes rested against her cheeks and her little lips pursed just like her mother’s.

            Theo struggled with what would happen to her and where she would go in life.  He stood up and slid his arms under her as Mr. Boo fell away.  Samantha’s eyes fluttered as she looked into her father’s.  “Daddy, get Mr. Boo.”

            “I will darling.  It’s time to go to sleep.”   Theo walked over to her big bed and crouched down as she sat on the edge just barely awake as he undressed her.

            “Daddy.”

            “What sweetheart.”

            “Mr. Boo and I wished upon a star that you would be happy again.  Do you think God will grant my wish daddy?”

            “Shhh…”  Theo pulled back the covers before he walked over and picked up the bear tucking them both into bed.

            “Daddy.”

            “What darling?”

            “I love you so much that my little heart can’t hold it all.”

            Theo kissed her forehead and smiled.  “And no man will ever love you as much as I do.”  

            As the sun rose, Samantha was put into the carriage with her nanny as her father stood in his library watching.  She turned to him and waved throwing him a kiss.  He caught it and slipped it into his pocket as the tears ran down his cheeks.

 

 

Barb





Hot Weather No Appetite

The dog days of summer

I don't like hot weather at all

even if I am soaking in a nice pool or down

at the beach

I don't, really I don't.

 

I am in the midst of purging

my back glass studio

it is over crowded with stuff that I don't use

stuff that I will never use

so out it goes.

 

I am trying to sell

my large executive desk that

is a mammoth in the small office room

and hopefully for enough

for a new laptop.

 

I know the old saying

get rid of something and you will

need it the next day

I think I over buy

spontaneously purchase.

 

That being said

the heat has slowed me into a gear

that is under first more like

school zone gear

so tonight it's salad.

 

barb



The Winds of Time Always Changing

Waiting for breakfast

it is my favorite and least favorite meal

because it is always about the eggs

I don't particularly like

eggs...they are okay if you soak them with hot sauce

or cook with cheese...lots of cheese.

 

This week has been about

running errands...to and fro I go getting

a new phone .... see how nice it takes a selfie...

new nerdy glasses...and damn if my

hair isn't growing out natural.

 

I am in the countdown for a trip

to Paris

I have to get my suitcase fixed

look for the plug adaption thing you need

putting places on Google map

and knowing I need a list

because I am going to forget something.

 

Do I take the leather jacket

or the fur lined leather jacket...no I don't think

it is real fur because no one has yelled at me

but we're travelling light

and have a great, great apartment not

far from the river.

 

I am hoping it comes with great

French movie music that will follow us...

oh, yeah, I can just upload it

but despite my excitement about this trip

I have done a final edit

on the new story.

 

It was funny because somewhere

in my dreams last night

I wrote a passage that was incredibly first class

I mean the best I've ever written

and I thought

"that was just fantastic"

but I don't remember what I wrote.

 

But now that I know I can write

I can at least strive to put out a book with no errors

and capture that talent that does

not like to see the light of day

maybe a week in Paris will give me inspiration

for where else do you find romance?

 

barb

Stick Figures

 I never understood the love of having stick people on the back of your car but then I hate bumper stickers and pin stripping and flames and such on my cars.  I live that very simple paint job where I remain anonymous as possible despite the fact that my cd/radio is usually on "are you 18 years old" volume. 

That changed when on FB someone posted the coolest glass depiction of stick people...combining it with my love of Darth Vader and the Empire.  I bought this and it will be put on the back of the PT below my "Eagles" decal that is dead center of the hatch window.  Let the force be with you!!

barb

Sex Sells!!

 

We don't really need to discuss the fact that Sex sells

because that has been our lives

across the world or maybe around it

women have been considered the lesser of the only two sexes in the world

well maybe there are other but we have a great divide

the man...the woman

The word Sex comes from the Latin word Sexus

meaning division

After the great debate [not] where it was

wack a mole to get Trump to make some gaff that would turn

the people away from supporting him

the sexists set him up with a plan and he accommodated them

but when you swim in a pool of sexism

a faux news program that drips with sexism even

from the women

and you are trying to expose a known sexist

you should not then put on a sweet smile and feign outrage

when the alligator bites off your leg

the sign said 'Beware'

but with all the bullet holes you probably

just couldn't read it could you?

I like Donald Trump

I know that might be a contradiction in my beliefs

but I like him because he is who he is

and I respect an honest person more than the wolf

in sheep's clothing with the look of shock

plastered on their perfect little faces

as inside their heads

they are dancing the victory dance for scoring one for the Gipper

to expose the hypocrisy of the sexist

is to expose the air that takes up space between their ears

damn the torpedoes

we're taking on water in the arena

if you want sex from a woman it works better

if you treat her like your equal...

and trust me the sex with an intelligent engaging woman

is mind blowing!!

 

barb