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Soft Footsteps | Stealing Library Pt. 2

 

The coast clear, Hazel tip-toes toward the little salon that houses a cozy reading room. Amelia wags along still aware of the 'quiet' command. The medium sized dog's tongue is out as she trots ahead of Hazel smiling her nails clicking on the floor.

 

Hazel slowly creeps to the entry way. Amelia is surprisingly patient still enjoying the fun. Once to the doorway, Hazel places her hand on the jamb peeking around the corner. The room appears empty. Void of noise, she's sure there's nothing to surprise her.

 

Walking across the carpet toward the library, she looks into the small cove. The rich dark wooden desk faces her challenging a retreat. A chaise lounge looks toward the desk its rich brown leather inviting touch.

 

The reading light above the sofa catches her eye. "Why is the light on?" Hazel's inner alarm sounds.

 

A slow intonation comes from the sofa. "Whatcha doin'?" Her brother leans around the side of the couch's back his eye brows raise up and down playfully.

 

Hazel giggles softly tip toeing toward her older brother.

 

 

She jumps onto the chaise with him and cuddles up. "Whatcha doin'?" she returns the question.

 

"I'm thinkin' you should be upstairs in bed." He playfully touches her nose with his index finger.

 

Wrinkling her face with a grin. "Yeah. It's harder than my times tables though." Hazel looks a bit defeated.

 

"Don't be sad little sister. We can't excel at everything." He smiles squeezing her shoulders in a hug.

 

Hazel laughs rolling out of the sofa chair landing on her feet. "I've got things to do. Gotta go."

 

"Okay. How about you tell me what you're up to." Her brother encourages disclosure.

 

"Sorry, can't." She slides her shoes toward the library and waves.

 

Her brother returns a 'piano fingers' wave. "To the library… bet it's not to practice arithmetic. Good luck sister." He winks.

 

 

A turn of the creakng front door handle and their father comes through the door. "Just came by…" He begins.

 

A nod to Hazel and her brother makes it to the foyer in a flash sliding in his socks stopping in front of their father. "Hey Dad, why are ya home so early?"

 

He steals a glance toward Hazel who's peeking out from the small salon's doorway.

Her brother waves her off. She complies crawling to the desk hiding underneath.

 

Amelia jumps in, circles and lands in Hazel's lap. Her big eyes requesting a petting session. Not thinking about it, Hazel runs her hand down the curly back of her now snoozing dog, listening in best she can.

 

Dad responds heading toward Hazel, "I've got some papers here I need. I was working on them last evening. They're either in the library or…" he walks into the small salon. "Maybe they're on the desk here."

 

Like the wind, Hazel's brother is standing in front of the desk shuffling the top's contents about while pushing Hazel's dress into the chair space with his feet. "I don't think they're here Dad. I woulda saw them."

 

"Okay John. You check here and I'll see about the library." Their father opens the heavy door and disappears inside. The door floats backward closing.

 

"What am I looking for?" John yells.

 

"It's my contracts folio, black leather."

 

"Not here for certain, Dad." John's doing his best to speed up the process.

 

"Wait!" both John and Hazel freeze holding their breath as their father calls out. "I found it." They both sigh.

 

Amelia missed the entire exchange as she's in la-la-land with Hazel's expert scratching behind the ears process. Hazels uses both hands. One on each ear, and Amelia's dead to the world.

 

Their father opens the library door and speeds past his children. He waves gratitude to John holding up the folio for proof. His coat still draped over his arm, he returns his hat to his head and exits the front door.

 

Hazel begins to stir, her foot falling asleep again.

 

John whispers. "Wait!" 

 

 

"Was that your father?" their mother cruises into the room. "What are you doing? That's my meal plans for the next week." She begins to round the desk.

 

"No need Mother. I'm just wondering if you need help with the Bazaar." John redirects just in time.

 

Their mother turns toward the meeting in the other room. John in tow, he pauses whispering. "You owe me!" and follows his mother to the salon on the other side of the house.

 

Hazel whispers to herself and the now awaking Amelia. "Yes I do brother… yes I really do."

 

 

And tomorrow. The tale continues.

I hope you are enjoying it!

 

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 59 of 365 Orbit

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Soft Footsteps | Stealing Library Pt 1

 

Softly heel then toe, Hazel's Mary Janes make their way down the front staircase. Just up from a fitful nap, the eight year old girl's small hand reaches up grasping the railing, balance secured.

 

"It's so high up. Not sure I can reach it." Hazel's going over her mission in her mind. "I wonder why it's been shelved all the way up there?"

 

Noise from the salon stops Hazel. She crouches down watching the adults go down the hallway and under the stairs.

 

"Good! They're heading for tea in the kitchen." Hazel smiles as she slowly rises. "I sure could go for some cakes…" then thought better of it.

 

Hazel makes it down three more stairs past the creaking step that only gave out a slow groan. Her hand tires as she's white-knuckling the polished wooden railing, more out of nervousness than anything. She's not a secretive girl so this endeavor does not reside in her comfort zone.

 

Suddenly, one black patent leather shoe slips on the staircase's rich red tapestry runner. Sliding, she saves her fall by grabbing the railing with both hands. Her other foot left behind, she's almost doing the splits when she hears nothing.

 

"Fudge on the stick!" She awaits her mother and friends to continue their conversation.

 

Her mother calls out. "Hazel darling, is that you? I believe your nap is not quite over."

 

Hazel can hear her mother laughing with her friends while speaking kindly of her inquisitive child.

 

Continuing their afternoon visit. "She tries; but has so much energy, the naps sometimes fail. She's bright, beautiful and an interesting child to raise. Often, I'm entertained just watching her go about her day."

 

The ladies respond with assent and details regarding their charges.

 

Hazel's legs are beginning to cramp. Her back foot has fallen asleep. She moves her hips to her side and lowers her hands to the rungs. Finally, she's seated rubbing her legs and circling her tingling foot.

 

 

Several minutes pass as Hazel begins to look closely at the woodwork's carvings at eye level. Not quite ready to move, she occupies her time by tracing the wood's decoration. Inspecting the design closely, she's noticing the fine craftsmanship. Art Deco style stars catch her attention specially. 

 

Before rising, Hazel puts her short jet black hair behind her ears. Her stylish 1920s chin level bob  doesn't cooperate. After the attempt, her hair quickly falls back to frame her round cherub-like face. The huge white bow a top her head isn't fazed.

 

Hand back upon the railing, Hazel continues her stealth descent down the stairs. Having passed the ample landing where she paused, her little feet find themselves firmly planted on the first floor's gleaming hardwood.

 

Looking past the staircase with one eye, she leans in to check on the women. Skirts and the back of one of them is visible from her perspective. She listens in enough to sense they are fully immersed in their conversation planning the next bazaar event.

 

Hazel's shoulders lower as she relaxes into the next part of her journey. The salon opposite the one the ladies came from. Left from the staircase, her shoes tap on the hickory pecan floor. She freezes after three steps.

 

"Nothing? Yes!" She whispers drawing her fist toward her celebrating her little win.

 

 

Sashaying toward the deep blue tapestry rug in the south salon, she forgoes the last steps leaping onto the thick rug. A rustle from the other side of the couch catches her attention. Amelia bounds over the back of the settee landing in Hazel's arms.

 

The tawny colored poodle begins giving Hazel a bath taking advantage of the fact that Hazel cannot call out. She wrestles Amelia out of her arms and to the floor. A ball of fluff bounces about circling her legs.

 

Rustling of skirts along with clacks on the hardwoods alert Hazel that the team of women are on the move.

 

Hazel's mother's voice is getting closer. "Let's return to the salon. Go on in. I just need to check on something."

 

Hazel dives over the couch rolling off onto the floor with a thump. Amelia is in love with the game and begins to bark.

 

"Shhhh!" Hazel signals 'quiet' with her pincer fingers closing.

 

The curly mass of fur closes her mouth awaiting her next command.

 

Hazel's mum enters the room. "Amelia. What are you on about? You are going to wake the children. Hush!" She gives Amelia the same command with her fingers.

 

Amelia looks to Hazel that's hidden on the floor behind the settee and then over to Hazel's mother. Fortunately, her mother does not catch on and her skirt swirls as she turns and crosses the foyer to the adjacent salon.

 

Hazel's hands on the back of the couch she leans over to see if she's got clearance to get to the little salon next to her destination, the library.

 

 

The serial short story continues tomorrow.

See you then. 

 

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 58 of 365 Orbit 

 

 

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The Pause | When Nothing is doing Something

 

I'm sensing a bit of a pause before the significant transition to our 20s. 

 

Perhaps our time is best spent at rest clearing up all that we personally do not desire or require.

 

 

We'll be hitting the ground running in January. 

 

There's a bevy of activity in the stars with the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse in Cancer on January 10th. The astrological stellium on January 12th MST is a real game changer. This stellium is in Capricorn with five planets.  

 

Perhaps 2020 is an authentic opportunity to reboot. 

 

When we know what we want and need, we better maintain a productive perspective. 

 

 

With clarity. 

 

We cultivate the ability to allow opportunities as they surface.

 

Maintaining balance with preparedness: discernment, acumen and courage, we manage our energy.

 

Focus is on actionable tasks.

 

 

Conceivably, in 2020 we surround ourselves with a sense of fulfillment.

 

Free and happy as laughter comes easily. 

 

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So we decide. 

 

We choose what our viewpoint looks like. 

 

 

May the ebb and flow of your energy pendulum through the realms of 2020 vision as we prepare for the coming year.

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 57 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I'm sure you've gathered just how much I enjoy reading. I've a western fantasy that is inspired by my mother's love of fiction novels. I'm working on a serial short story that focuses on my grandmother and her enthusiasm for reading. Should be fun!

 

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In | Within | Out

 

 

Anticipation

 

Participation Immersed

 

Integration Close

 

 

 

The rich quality of process Haiku.

 

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Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 56 of 365 Orbit

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden's Magick Pt. 6

 

 

"I said enough." Momay grows taller as her patience thins.

 

Perce's very careful how she responds. "I understand Momay. Please give me a moment to explain."

 

"No. Your games have been played out. You have nothing that interests us and we have what we need." Momay seizes Persephone by the arm. Locked in Fae intention, Perce's helpless.

 

Surprisingly Ellyllon buzzes before Momay. With a light respectful nod, he looks to Momay for permission to add to the conversation.

 

"Say your peace Ellyllon. It is your mother we bring back to the light today." Momay responds releasing Persephone from her firm grasp.

 

Astounded Ellyllon rests on the sill saying nothing. Perce rubs her arm.

 

"Well? What say you?" Momay's patience with Ellyllon only goes so far. She roughly grabs hold of Persephone's arm again.

 

Ellyllon stands on the sill. Arms behind his back, he addresses the great Momay. "We've never done this before. Just how do you know it will work?" He's walking back and forth looking down and up to Momay in turn.

 

Momay shoves Perce onto the small wooden solitary bench in the grotto. She wags her finger that Persephone. "Remain here!"

 

"You!" She points to Ellylon. "Come!" as she's exiting from the small door ducking slightly.

 

Ellyllon takes flight following quickly after Momay. He looks back to Perce and closes the door. The lock sounds.

 

 

Persephone sighs. She's alone again, but not totally without hope.

 

"I've gotten to him." Perce smiles to herself.

 

Just outside the door, she hears several fae buzzing about chatting all at once. The larger beings rustle foliage engaged in the conversation as well. Perce wonders how many have gathered. She realizes her likelihood of escape has greatly diminished.

 

Ellyllon's high pitched voice stands out. "How do we know this will work? The human assured me, she has something we want."

 

Another squeak with a swooping buzz. "You don't need another bauble, we need Mab!"

 

"It wouldn't be a bauble, she wouldn't do that." Ellyllon's obviously batting for Perce's team. Perce believes mostly out of pride. As Mab's son, it wouldn't do to be wrong.

 

Momay has decided. "Are you willing to take the chance Ellyllon?"

 

"Ah well…" Ellyllon expected more time to argue his point thereby convincing himself in the process as well. "Yes!" and then calmer and more determined. "Yes..."

 

 

Ellyllon buzzes past Momay unlocking the grotto's door. Perce remains seated looking up to Ellyllon who's perched comfortably on the window sill.  A soft rumble causes Persephone to turn her eyes toward the doorway that's packed with faeries. They all look to her as if she must have the answer. Perce moves about a bit on her seat uncomfortable with the responsibility, yet absolutely sure.

 

After smiling toward Momay, Ellyllon addresses Perce. "Make it quick. You've got five minutes. Bring Mab back to this space and time."

 

"It doesn't quite work that way." Perce replies as any funeral director would address another that is grieving.

 

"I have this." Perce unbuttons her coat and pulls the gleaming golden watch and fob from her vest pocket.

 

The gathered faeries express their awe and surprise.

 

"It is much more than a bauble." Perce continues.

 

One of the fae moves about uncomfortably while Ellyllon sends her a dark look. She raises her hands apologizing for insinuating that Ellyllon was interested gathering a prize object.

 

Perce gains everyone's attention when she stands explaining just how it works. "You need to be pretty precise and pluck the time as best you can. You get one opportunity, then it's done. You cannot repeat your attempt. So choose well."

 

Momay steps through the gathered fae. "I understand. I've seen this only once before. Ellyllon, you must be the one to go as you are her closest."

 

"I don't think I quite understand…" Ellyllon is polite attempting to hide his nervousness.

 

"P's watch and fob will take you to Mab. To the time before your ma'am took the spirit path." Momay already has Perce's travelling device in her hands. "You will go, inform and return. If successful, Mab will be in full Fae-form."

 

Persephone's already by the door mumbling 'excuse me' and making her way through the crowd when she finds Momay right before her. She looks up to the figure blocking her way.

 

Momay pushes Perce back to her bench. Persephone's forced to be seated. "You will remain until we have confirmed Mab is with us in present."

 

 

Perce stands pushing Momay back. "No! No, I will not. You require my permission to use the time piece. This is a great gift as there are a finite number of journeys that can be made."

 

Persephone buttons her suit coat and puts on her sad heels that had been returned to her during her imprisonment. "I will be taking my leave now. You will return my great great grandfather's watch tomorrow. Please place it by the stained glass wall in the rotunda."

 

Momay knew they had no choice. Looking to Ellyllon, she was assured that he was not willing to harvest Perce's essence.

 

"Very well P." Momay is speaking to Perce's retreating backside.

 

Outside the grotto, the path to the cellar is clear.

 

Persephone begins down the stone pathway when she turns, "Oh! And I expect my class ring returned too! I mean it Ellyllon."

 

 

The End.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 55 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps. The following day, after 20 minutes reassuring her team, Persephone walks into the great mausoleum. On the sill of one of the stained glass windows sits Perce's time piece and ring.

Scrolled on a bright green leaf, 'You are cordially invited to tea. Please come as soon as you can. I will regale you in the tale of how my son saved my life. With much gratitude, Mab.'

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden's Magick Pt. 5

 

Pacing to keep the tiny space from feeling like it's shrinking around her, Persephone problem solves. She doesn't feel the victim as she's too focused on getting back to the mortuary down the hill.

 

"Another half hour, they're going to check and see if my car is still here." Persephone talks to herself.

 

Considering her team, she smiles recalling the joshing that went on as she stepped out though the back door of the funeral home hours before. "It feels like so long ago…"

 

Realization sets in. "I've got to figure out exactly what the Faeries want. There's zero room for error here."

 

Perce doesn't believe it is her per se. She senses that Ellyllon's grief is a big factor. Having spent time with the troupe, she also understands the Faerie's sense of balance and recompense.

 

"Exchange. What to barter?" Persephone's hands are on her hips as her stockinged feet pace the rough stone floor. She thinks about taking the torn silks off when her left hand meets something sacred under her jacket.

 

She shakes her head as she continues to walk, now in circles. "No, not that. I can't."

 

 

A few more turns about the small grotto's space, Persephone sighs. Unbuttoning her jacket, she looks down to her fitted vest a beautiful filigreed fob is smartly clipped outside her vest pocket the outline of a round object portents what lies within.

 

She rubs her fingers along the fob until she meets the initials scribed, her great-great grandfather's in Edwardian script. "Just what are your thoughts on this?" she asks the time piece.

 

Silence. "So now you're going to remain silent. I could really use your input here. I mean, would it even resolve their issue?"

 

Perce polishes the watch and fob regularly. Each day, she carefully winds the shiny 18 carat gold 17 jeweled watch. The clockmaker told her to keep it running so she's diligent. It keeps perfect time. She's hasn't needed to adjust it since its cleaning.

 

Perce's pacing speeds. "I can't do it. I can't." Tears fall from the corners of her eyes.

 

"I can hear you. You know." Ellyllon's at the window his voice menacing.

 

Persephone whispers, "Crap!" shoving both the watch and fob into her vest pocket, she quickly buttons her suit coat. "Why do I fear this tiny creature?" She whispers to herself.

 

Ellyllon continues to toy with his captor. "Just what would you like to propose? As if you could really could offer anything other than what we are going to take from you very soon."

 

 

Perce goes for it. "Oh… I'm not so sure I could part with it actually. It's very special to me and is made of precious things."

 

Ellyllon perches himself on the sill. "Just what do you have? Do you have it with you by chance?" his faerie love for objects that are all essentially thought of as theirs is taking over.

 

"Perhaps I do, but surely it's not an equivalent for my class ring and whatever you've got going with my blood. You still have that little vial by the way?" Perce's in negotiation mode. She's spent enough time with the Fae to know how to catch Ellyllon's attention. "Just what do you need with the little emerald bracelet you have around your mother's wrist?"

 

Ellyllon responds as expected. "I need your emerald and your blood to draw upon your essence. You humans don't use your life force wisely anyhow. It's a loss of very little consequence."

 

Perce yawns as if she's bored. Steeling her energy as her own while creating an energetic boundary even a fae cannot not permeate. She's got the goods now. She wants more information.

 

"So what of it? Why the essence?" She goes for the emotions. "She's dead. There's nothing you can do." Perce leans against the stone wall and yawns again long and deep for good measure.

 

Sensing Ellyllon's fury, she flicks her fingers toward the earth ridding herself of any last cord he can use to conduct her energy.

 

"You humans really understand nothing." Ellyllon is squeaking he's so angry.

 

Perce's voice still even. "Try me."

 

"As we rebalance the wrong, Mab can return to us."

 

"Yeah, yeah so you say. Have you done this before?" Perce's thinking she may not need to barter with her watch at all. Fear abating, her confidence front and center.

 

Ellyllon takes flight landing on a small bench in the grotto. "Well no…"

 

Perce goes in for the win when Momay appears through the stone wall. Her tall form showing her sadness. "Enough of your nonsense P. Ellyllon, ready the grave for Perce's "je ne sais quoi." We need to get started."

 

Persephone places her hand where her great great grand's watch is hidden. Returning to panic mode, "I've got something better Momay."

 

Continued.

 

 

The conclusion tomorrow.

 

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Day 54 of 365 Orbit

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden’s Magick Pt. 4

 

The short trek becomes a chore as the dense foliage catches Perce's stockings. The fae leading the way is nonplussed simply elevating as needed. Momay's hands are clasped in front of her. She's becoming more somber as they near the Fae burial grounds.

 

Perce's awareness has been hijacked as she's not paying attention to the near destination. Head down, Persephone spends more time monitoring her steps. Her heels are a loss. The scrapes and scuffs on the leather as deep the dried cut on her cheek. 

 

With the mind's eye, Momay observes the mortician behind her. She stymies Perce placing a vine, stone, hidden pot hole before her keeping her from focusing on the glittering light show just ahead.

 

Perce's eyes meet the glimmer. She stops in realization. As the goings on are not what they appear, she finds her inner compass anchoring herself securely. While insuring that her pace and demeanor do not reflect her change in countenance, she continues on.

 

 

Through thick eyelashes, Persephone steals a peek at a pulsing glimmer fifty feet down the path. She queries her memory for any information she's absorbed while visiting the faeries in the past. Her stomach flips, her intuition is telling her to beat feet back to the cellar.

 

Perce surreptitiously gazes behind her. Her eyes bulge as she spies a wall of dense foliage covering the path. She's being fenced in, herded. Her options have been robbed from her. She is no longer in choice.

 

Momay almost sings. "Focus on your poor choice of footwear. You may trip and fall."

 

Perce yawns redirecting her focus from Momay's alluring energy. Her mind clears of Fae persuasion.

 

She returns dreamily, "Of course, my heels." deluding Momay into sensing her awareness as imprisoned.

 

In pretense, Perce uber-focuses on the ground while sneaking quick glances before and after her. She jumps as the Faerie glitter lets off a sharp crack. Righting herself quickly, Perce relaxes into false ignorance.

 

Momay's grief leaves her vulnerable and unaware she has lost her hold on the human.

 

 

Reaching the cemetery, Persephone is almost entranced by the beauty and color of the surrounding space. The headstones floating shapes descriptive of the Spirit's Fae existence.

 

"Whaaa. Wow…" Perce intentionally enjoys the beauty of Faerie-transitioning while observing every detail before her. She's seeking her escape.

 

Mab lies in-state floating above the puffing shimmering ground below her. Mab's tiny robes opulent. Perce's never seen a fae adorned as the transitioned being before her.

 

She notices her ring on Mab's wrist being worn as a bracelet. "Hey!" Perce yells pointing at her class ring.

 

The surrounding faeries look to Perce as if they've never met her before. Perce panics, inside that is. She's steeled herself for the worst.

 

Ellyllon appears Perce's blood in the small vial between his tiny fingers.

 

He's glaring at Perce and points to his mother, "This is ALL YOUR FAULT!" The tiny being shouting.

 

Perce's calm. "What? How?"

 

"Just whatever you've been spraying in the cemetery!" Ellyllon is off his head.

 

"You misunderstand. We only use natural abatements. There's nothing that could hurt or even injure anything."

 

"Thing! Are you calling our Kind things?!" Ellyllon is on a roll.

 

"No!!" Perce shows her cards.

 

 

Momay steps in. "She's in choice. I've lost her."

 

Perce slowly starts taking steps backward. The fae are full swing in flurry fighting one another buzzing about shaking fists and pointing fingers. Persephone takes advantage of the situation throws off her shoes, turns and breaks out in a run. She uses her hands to make way as she's dived into the jungle of vines and shrubs Momay built while hiding the pathway.

 

Ellyllon notices first. "She's making a run for it!"

 

The smallest fae shoot toward Perce buzzing about her like swarming bees.

 

"Stop it! Please! Stop!" Perce anger has turned to fear.

 

"Place her in the grotto until we figure how to harness what we need from her." Momay is calm pain still etched on her face.

 

The fae carry Perce to a small stone cave. She fights to free herself; however, she's no match for the hive like quality of the little beings.

 

 

Continued.

 

 

See you tomorrow for day 54 and part 5.

 

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Day 53 of 365 Orbit

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden’s Magick Pt. 3

 

Eyes on her prize, ten feet in front of her stood aged wooden shelving filled with paint, tools and cleaning supplies. Each step results in an abnormal amount of dust. Half way to her last portal, a winged shadowy figure speeds by nicking her cheek. 

 

Shaken, Perce takes in a deep breath. She begins coughing the dust stinging her lungs. Still hacking, Perce raises her left hand to her cheek. Blood now on her finger tips, her brows furrow. The choking stilled as Persephone is now angry. 

 

Marching through the dust, she pushes on the shelving as she did the cabinet at the top of the stairs. The heavy storage rattles as it clicks and begins sliding backward. Still mad, Perce pushes harder than was necessary digging her heels into the soil. 

 

The shelf is now past the opening allowing Perce to slide through on the right-hand side. Having lost her patience, she continues down the old stone corridor to the open air, the sunshine, the magical garden. 

 

Stopping at the entrance, she blows a stray hair away from her face and checks on her bloody cheek. As a funeral director often carries a handkerchief, she pulls a delicate white cloth from her skirt pocket inspecting the embroidered initials before wiping the blood from her face. 

 

Perce's shaking her head folding the cloth so that the soiling won't stain her skirt pocket when a familiar face descends. Introduced by the buzzing sound of hummingbird wings, one of the Fae come in greeting. 

 

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Perce's brows furrow, her left hand shading her eyes. Lowering her hand, she realizes her class ring was stolen by the creature that sliced her cheek. 

 

"Hello P." The red haired Faerie softly lands. 

 

"Who stole my ring?" Persephone wants the Faery to remain focused as they redirect a conversation with ease. 

 

"I've no idea what you speak of." 

 

Perce's fuming her hands on her hips. "Of course you do. You don't think I'll fall for any Fae tricks today. I'm not playing. I want my ring returned now." 

 

"You brought an emerald into the garden." The soft spoken Faerie continues. 

 

"That's my mortuary college ring. The colors are gold and green. It's not really an emerald ring per se." Persephone slows realizing she'll need to barter this one. 

 

"He's in pain. You must be patient with him." 

 

"I don't care if he has a boo-boo Momay, he must return what's mine. That ring is important to me." Perce remembers opening the small leather box on graduation, her mother smiling asking her if she likes it. 

 

"It's a pain of the heart." 

 

"What? What's happened?" Perce's immediately concerned. 

 

"His ma'am has taken to the spirit path." 

 

"She's gone? Where's her body or what do you call it?" Perce is in 'service' mode. 

 

"Her Fae-form is in-state at the cemetery." Momay is beginning to show signs of grief as well. 

 

Perce is concerned for her own safety, but continues anyway. "Perhaps I can help. You mean you have a cemetery within this cemetery?" 

 

"Our place of rest is wherever we are. We've been here for some time now so a cemetery has appeared." Momay gestures toward the small cluster of overgrown trees in the far corner of the huge hidden garden. 

 

"Let me see it. And please call for the thief. I understand he's hurting but that's no excuse to take what is not yours." 

 

"Ellyllon will be embarrassed once he's calmed down. You'll get your ring at that time." Momay levitates from the soft green grass and gestures for Perce to follow her. 

 

 

Perce notices golden puffs of shimmer rising in the distance. Following Momay, she smoothes her hair tucking the stray piece behind a pin. Her suit coat still buttoned, Perce pauses for a moment as she uses the now dried bloody handkerchief to dust her shoes. She checks her cheek causing the cut to bleed once again. 

 

"There is going to be a lot of questions once I return to the funeral home." Persephone shakes her head. 

 

"You're so certain you'll return each time to visit. You know that's not necessarily the case." Momay reads Perce's thoughts as if they were skywritten. 

 

"I will return." Perce continues walking. 

 

Momay still leading the way the puffs of golden glittery light getting closer. "So you say…" her voice drifting off. 

 

Perce grimaces at the Faerie's back her cheek itching from the dried blood. 

 

Momay smiles and shakes her head continuing to lead the human effortlessly. 

 


Continued.

 

See you tomorrow for day 54 and part 4. 

 

 

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Day 52 of 365 Orbit

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden's Magick Pt. 2

 

The heavy dark wooden door to the men's toilet has a camphor style glass window. Though opaque, Perce can see the comings and goings of the energies on the other side. Etched in the glass then polished black, the sign reads, 'Gentlemen.'

 

Persephone's unconcerned for this bathroom was deserted long ago. Its plumbing considered too burdensome to maintain. Additionally, the new section of the mausoleum housed opulent restrooms that were only used when services were held.

 

A bronze plaque next to the door reads, 'Permanently closed. Please use the facilities near the Rotunda.' Perce runs her fingers across the sign wondering why it was crafted with bronze.

 

She shrugs her shoulders placing both hands on the handle giving it a swift jerk upward while turning the knob. The weighty door sighs as it silently swings open.

 

Perce senses the stale quality of the air. It's musty and dark with the a bit of light coming from the small window high upon the wall.

 

 

This little window is how she discovered the secret space beyond the marble and stone walls of the mausoleum. One afternoon, she'd been called to the hill to take a look at the new installation of niches. While everyone was ooo-ing and ahh-ing at the craftsmanship and beauty of the space, Perce admired them only a moment as her mind began to wander.

 

"Wait a tick!" she's thinking to herself. "This structure is a ring. What's in the center?"

 

Once the crowd dispersed making their way back down the hill, Persephone approached the monument shop manager. "What's in the center of all this?" she gestures with her arms eyes seeking answers.

 

"Oh… that was sealed off a long time ago. Nothing really. You can't get to it actually." Samson casually answers. "See you down the hill." He heads for the doors.

 

That piqued Perce's interest in a big way. From that point forward, she spent time in the Great Mausoleum seeking access to the elusive area that was calling to her. She'd combed the huge stone building's storage closets, alcoves, bathrooms as well as the chapel and sitting room.

 

As it had been added onto through last 150 years, it was quite a task. She chose to make it a solitary endeavor for the longer she investigated, the more she recognized something secret was tucked away.

 

 

Just for kicks and a bit of a preview for she still had a ways to go, Perce lifted her skirt, removed her heels and climbed up on the old bathroom vanity. Not quite tall enough, she could just get a peek at the lush green timeworn garden. She breathed a sigh of relief, it was all still there.

 

Feeling the levity of the situation, Persephone jumped down from the sink landing stocking footed on the Victorian marble floor. Putting on her heels, she straightened her skirt, tucked in her shirt and buttoned her suit coat preparing for the next portal.

 

Just past the stalls, a beautiful floor to ceiling carved cabinet stood appearing as if it was hermetically sealed. There were no visible handles. The doors were so finely crafted they fit together with the smallest seam.

 

It had taken Perce some time to figure it out, even more time realizing that the bathroom cabinet held mystery. Eyes on the cupboard hands just out in front of her she began walking straight for the two doors. Making contact at the exact same time with each individual door front with similar force, she heard an echoing click. The doors cracked just enough for Persephone to pull them open with ease.

 

The hollow cabinet's marble flooring matched that of the rest of the bathroom. Her heels clicked through the shallow space to an old wooden staircase. Using her phone illuminating her way, she carefully managed eight steps to the cellar floor.

 

The smell of dirt and cobwebs flooded her senses as she landed on the dusty floor. Perce didn't enjoying spending time in this space, her eyes already on the last portal. 

 

 

Continued.

 

 

See you tomorrow for day 52 and part 3. 

 

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Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 51 of 365 Orbit

 

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Secrets Revealed | Garden’s Magick Pt. 1

Many ask as she heads out of the offices, "Just where do you go, Perce?" 

 

Mumbles and water cooler whispers hiss through the hollow hallway eyes on their boss heading out the back door. Persephone turns, smiles and waves. Her people do the same grinning shaking their heads. 

 

"One day, one of us is going to follow you, all stealth like." The cheeky one bellows. 

 

Behind her, laughter breaks out. Perce senses their happy demeanor, smiles redirecting her focus walking toward the looming structure on the hill. 

 

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The journey up the rise is topped with pauses as Persephone yawns and slowly stretches. Her mouth open wide with her arms out to the sky. 

 

"Haaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwhhhh." A long loud yawn escapes clearing calming her mind a bit more. 

 

Once she gets started the slow slow stretches and yawns continue intermittently as she places one heeled foot in front of the other. Her shoes crunching along the narrow graveled carriage roads. 

 

Sun comes and goes as the ancient oaks' canopies shade creating icy spots along her trek. She spies the bevy of peacocks pecking at the grass using a deep green carefully trimmed hedge as their shelter. 

 

These peafowl have been living, breeding and growing old on the cemetery grounds for decades. She expresses another loud long yawn that creates a bit of a stir amongst the feathered crowd. 

 

They calm quickly with a, "Oh, it's just you." and continue about their business as if she's a lawn ornament. 

 

Persephone smiles as she rubs her shoulders to warm up. Another yawn that begins with an extremely slow stretch is the last. She's landed at the base of the stairs.

 

The looming Grand Mausoleum's bronze French doors are just the first of several portals she will need to access. Taking action, her strong arm opens the heavy door as she strides through effortlessly. 

 

Her heels now echoing clacks, they still as she stops in the great rotunda looking up to the stone corbelled ceiling. 

 

"I close my eyes to sense the space. Hollow yet filled with the residue of those before us. I appreciate the welcome." Perce's extending gratitude. 

 

In solitude, she's surrounded by people, well the dead actually. Visitors of those gone before us bump up against this magickal space daily, perhaps never really infiltrating its truest reality. Perce is fully aware of just how present each individual being is as they have transcended space-time. Thus her salutations. 

 

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Nodding, Persephone clicks along the corridor with determined trajectory. Flanked with crypts and niches, she's gone left where most go right from the rotunda. The starboard side where 19th century lives have been immortalized, some corporeal forms dust inside the wooden coffins nesting behind their marble crypt fronts. 

 

"Unless you were embalmed with heavy metals or arsenic that is." Perce whispers giggling at conversation with the ethereal. 

 

It's a bit of a walk, Perce begins saying names out loud tipping her head in greeting, "Stanford… McConnell… Conness…" her hands behind her back in no hurry at all. 

 

Perce stops suddenly, as clicking sounds mirror her shoes on the marble floor extending acknowledgement. She does a skip and a jump in return. 

 

The long corridor is getting darker. Perce is farther from the rotunda. She's used to the oddly dark section of the mausoleum for she's knows the source. Smiling she sees her destination… the men's bathroom, the next portal on her quest.

 

-continues tomorrow.

 

 

Today is the big 5-0! We celebrate with a bit of serial fantasy fiction. 

 

I am so pleased to be here with you. Thank you for reading my orbit blog, for being here along with me for the journey. Cheers to you. 

 

May the work continue to inspire, illuminate, entertain. 

 

 

See you tomorrow on day 51. 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 50 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- Did you yawn? I yawned and stretched throughout her walk to the mausoleum. 

 

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