Saturday, September 5, 2009

Chapter 6, con't. "One Headlight"


Chapter 6, con’t.
“One Headlight”


Kieran bounced in through the front doors of the bar full of smiles and giggles waving to other patrons that she knew and even some people that she didn’t know. She was full of life and she lived each and every moment to the fullest, with her there were no ordinary moments. The energy she brought into any room that she walked into was electric and her smile was contagious and intoxicating.

She gracefully slid into the chair next to me, leaned over, brushed her long straight black hair back and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. The sweet smell of her perfume sent a rush of desire racing to my heart and weakness to my knees. Thankfully I was sitting down.

She took my hand and said, “Well, Lance where’s my white wine spritzer that you were supposed to order for me?”

“Kieran, you know that I know that you are NEVER on time and you know that I know that you detest warm drinks, so I wasn’t going to order it until you showed up.” I countered.

“Well, I’m here and you should go ahead and order my drink.” She said in a very low guttural growl.

“Hmmm, does anyone know where Kieran is?” I said in response. “She’s late as usual and I’m not going to order anything for her until I see her walk through that door.” “Nancy, could you have one of your servers let us know when Kieran arrives?”

Kieran’s shoulders sagged and she slumped into her chair and with the best fake pout she could muster said with a slight whimper, “I guess no one loves me anymore, sniff, sniff.”

“Be quite everyone, did you hear that sound?” “It sounded like a poor little kitty cat mewing for some attention.” I blurted out. “John, did you hear that sound too?”

John glanced over at me and raised the bottle of Beck’s to his lips and smiling said, “Your dancing on the edge again Lance.”

“John, you of all people should know that I love to dance on the edge, live isn’t worth living unless you enjoy, relish and live each and every moment.” I laughingly countered.

Kieran smiled at Diane and leaned towards me and coyly said, “I love that attitude you have there Lance.” “We have learned so much from each other and I look forward to a long life of experiences with you.” “John, what do we have to do to get you to see the light?” She said.

“Darlin’, the only lights that I want to see are the one headlight cruising on the open highway late at night, the soft glow of a lamp through a picture of cold beer and the morning sun rise signifying that I made it to another day.” John said with his best bough accent.

Diane jumped in saying, “John, you silly boy, you just don’t know what you are missing!”

“And Diane, YOU don’t know what your missing either.” John sheepishly said.

Diane was taken aback and said, “John you’re just a dirty old man!”

John said, “Maybe, and maybe not.”

Just then Jordan walked by and I stopped her. “Excuse me Jordan, would you please bring a white wine spritzer for Kieran and another Coke Zero for me?”

“Be glad to Lance.” Jordan said as she quickly turned away and headed back over to the bar.

“Slow down their big boy!” Diane said. “You’re going pretty heavy on those Coke Zero’s aren’t you?” She teasingly said.

“Diane, you of all people know that I don’t drink anything but a glass of wine every now and then and tonight not a now or then time. But, I learned how some folks are completely turned off by drinking because they had an alcoholic in their family and I learned how I could use that information to my advantage.” I said very matter of factually.

“Sometimes you need or want someone to think that you are weak willed, like others that they detest.” I brashly said. “It’s a sure fire way to push them away when you know that they want to scamper away into the darkness of the rabbit hole to begin with.” “It’s all about knowing who your enemies are and who your friends are.” I said coldly. “It’s all about one headlight in the night, using your strength as a weakness and realizing that the dead dream alone and nightmares are real for some people.” “I learned along time ago to be strong, but to appear to be weak when necessary.”

“Whew, that’s deep, Lance.” Diane said while she dabbed her lips with a napkin.

Jordan was approaching the table with Kieran’s drink and when she put the little white napkin down on the table I asked her, “Are you going to join us in fifteen minutes when you get off?” “I’m just about ready to get back to the story you know and the best is yet to come.”

Jordan glared at Nancy and said, “Only is Nancy doesn’t mind and you were right, I’m very interested in the story.”

“Great, then it’s settled, I’ll wait until you get off work to pick it up.” I gleefully said.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Chapter 6, con't. "One Headlight"


Chapter 6, con’t.
“One Headlight”

It was a Friday night around 9 pm and Alice and I had just finished our bubble bath after a passionate session of love making, of course I would later find out that she would, like so many other women, fake her orgasms. I was laying across her king size bed and she was sitting on the edge wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another one and we started talking about relationships.

“I don’t think that a marriage can last more that seven years.” Alice stated in a cold matter of fact voice.
“I don’t understand, why can’t a marriage last longer than seven years?” I asked.
“Well, people lose interest and the excitement is gone by then and love doesn’t last any longer than that either.” Alice replied.
“So, even if two really love each other and work at the relationship, it’s doomed to fall apart?” I queried.
“Yes, I don’t think that it can ever last any longer than that.” Alice quickly retorted.

I felt an icy chill creep up my spine as my mind raced back into the past, to a time when the days seemed longer and life was full of young love, passion and lust and though Alice was still talking about marriages not lasting, my mind had drifted off and I was listening to ‘One Headlight’ by the Wallflowers playing over and over.

“Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There's got to be something better than In the middle But me & Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlight”
The Wallflowers

“And that’s when people cheat on each other, too.” Alice said.
When I heard this, I snapped out of my self-induced trance and said, “Just remember, I will know if you’re having an affair or not, you won’t be able to hide it from me, I know too much about you for you to be able to keep it secret from me.”
“And I don’t lie very well either.” Alice retorted.
“Right!” I said. It was then that I knew that the relationship was doomed to fail and that I had to do everything in my power to keep from getting emotionally hurt.

Again my mind drifted back to the song and there in the dimly lit bedroom, I began to formulate a plan. A plan based upon everything that I learned from her previous marriage breakup and from the song ‘One Headlight.’

“She said it's cold It feels like Independence Day And I can't break away from this parade But there's got to be an opening Somewhere here in front of me Through this maze of ugliness and greed And I seen the sun up ahead At the county line bridge Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead We'll run until she's out of breath She ran until there's nothin' left She hit the end-it's just her window ledge”
The Wallflowers

Somewhere near an open field, from within the depths of a rabbit hole, deep blood red eyes glow in the darkness.

“So long ago, I don't remember when That's when they say I lost my only friend Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease As I listened through the cemetery trees”
The Wallflowers

Diane leaned over and grabbed my arm and shivered while stammering, “Stop it now! You’re starting to scare me with these glowing red eyes things.” “And what’s with this rabbit hole thing anyway?” She said as she picked up her Bloody Mary and took a sip of the drink.

Just then John said as he was putting his bottle of Beck’s down, “Here comes Kieran.” “Make some room on the table for her.”

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Chapter 6 "One Headlight"


Chapter 6


“One Headlight”

As Jordan walked past the table, Lance reached out and ever so lightly brushed her bare arm. Jordan stopped and looked at Lance and with a whimsical smile said, “Yes, sir. How may I help you?” Lance gazed deep into Jordan dark eyes and softly said, “Another round for my friends please and another Coke Zero for me too?”

Jordan looked at Diane first and said, “Bloody Mary?” Diane simply shook her head in acknowledgement. “Beck’s for you sir?” To which John said, “Of course!” “And do you want anything Nancy?” “No thank you Jordan, you know that I’m still on the clock.”

“Oh, right. I forgot you’ve been sitting here with them so long that I thought you got off hours ago.” Jordan snapped as she stomped off to the bar area.

The “One Headlight Bar and Grill” was one of our favorite places to meet and we met here nearly every single Wednesday night. John would usually show up shortly after I arrived then Diana would make her grand entrance showing off her stuff as she paraded to the table, then Kieran would stop by for a short time just to catch up with the events of the week.

This week was no different from any other one except for the fact that Nancy joined us and I knew that if I kept playing with Jordan, she would be sitting beside me before the night was through.

I had been listening to a local radio station playing “One Headlight” just as I was pulling in the parking lot and I knew that the song was a sign of things to come and a remembrance of things past and a feeling of Déjà vu swept over me.

After I parked the car and walked in through the front door I found what I find every Wednesday evening, Nancy’s smile greeting me and her moist lips smiling with that come hither smile. “Table for four tonight Lance?” She asked. “Nope, tonight I will need a table for six.” “Six?” She asked. “Yes, six.” “Tonight I will be having some special guests joining me and two of them will be you and Jordan.”

Nancy looked stunned as she stammered, “I won’t be joining you tonight, I’m on duty until ten and Jordan doesn’t get off until eleven.”

“It doesn’t matter, you will be joining us.” I countered.

Nancy looked at me, took a deep breath and mustered up her strength to say, “And what makes you so sure that I would want to sit with you?”

“Nancy, if you spend just five minutes listening to my story tonight, you won’t be able to leave the table AND you will want to invite Jordan to join in.” “I know how much the two you love a great story and I’ll be telling one that you won’t ever forget, that’s how I know that you will be joining us.”

“Don’t hold your breath Lance.” Nancy chuckled as she led me over to a table that could easily seat eight people.

“I guess you subconsciously believe me after all Nancy.” “What do you mean?” Nancy asked. “Well, you put me at a table that could seat eight and not six, so I guess you think that we may even have more people joining us when I start telling my story.”

Nancy dropped the menus on the table and said as she turned to walk away, “Jordan will be your server tonight.”

“Ah, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.” I said.

I would usually have some snacks and appetizers ordered before anyone else would show up so when Jordan came over, I ordered a basket of the fried mushrooms, chili cheese fries and a Coke Zero for me. Everybody else would order their drinks when they showed up.

I felt Nancy’s stocking foot running up the inside of my thigh and it startled me back to the present.

“What were you thinking about Lance?” Nancy coyly asked. “And what are you thinking about now, big boy?” She chuckled.

“The story, I was thinking about the story, that’s all.” I said.

Diane leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and asked, “Where do you get your material and how do you decide how the characters evolve into who they are on paper?”

“Well, a very long time ago a very successful writer told me that you have to live life to be able to write about it, so that’s what I try and do, live life and then take snippets of it and roll it into a cohesive story.” “I don’t dwell on peoples faults and issues, rather these become the springboard along with their life experiences that define the characters in the story.” “So, if I say that Alice had a failed marriage or adulterous relationship, those aren’t slams, but rather experiences that helped develop her character into what it is.”

“I’m also a very detail oriented writer and I never forget even the most subtle of details that most other individuals would overlook or never even notice and I like to bring these out in my characters, it helps bring them to life.” “Even the name of this bar comes from an event in the past that I never forgot and it taught me everything that I needed to know about protecting myself.”

“By the way Diane, last week you were wearing a leopard print demi-bra with black scallop edging. You also were wearing the new Chanel perfume that I gave you and you had multicolored eye shadow on tan, brown and copper.”

“How do you remember all of that?” A shocked Diane asked.

“Physical aliments are also often part of life and they help to mold, shape and manufacture people and characters into who they are, how they grow in the story context and what strengths they can draw from to overcome challenges.” “Also, all of my current stories draw upon a supernatural element, hence the rabbit hole.”

“So, does that help a little Diane?” “I really don’t want to tell you more right now, because it may ruin the rest of the story.”

Diane shook her head, leaned over for another kiss and said, “Let’s get back to it.”

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Interlude 8/20



Interlude

8/20

Several years later Alice reflected back on that very day and an icy cold chill raced up her spine. She felt the same burning sensation that she felt from the scrape on her index toe, but she was oblivious to the glow from deep within the rabbit hole that would follow her all the days of her life.

She recalled the taunts and cat calls that Nancy shrieked as she picked herself up off of the curb and limped home to her mom. “Hey Alice, what frog did you kiss to get that big ugly wart on your hip?” “It looks like one eyed Brown Eyed Mary staring back at me.”
“It’s not a wart, it’s a mole!” Alice snapped back.

Alice’s mind raced through all the failures in her life, a handicapped child conceived out of wedlock, a failed marriage, an adulterous relationship, a cheating husband and a father who left her feeling alone, insecure and abandoned. The weight of these events in her life and feelings that assailed her left her spirit crushed and overwhelmed and the glow burned brighter from deep within the rabbit hole. And somewhere from deep within the cavernous hole echoed a hissing voice, “The stage is set, the play is enacted and the Deadreamalone!”

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Deadreamalone


Prologue
A group of young girls stood on the sidewalk laughing and playing in the late afternoon sun which was just starting to set behind the tall stand of trees in the rear the row of houses lining the opposite side of the street. One of the girls, Nancy bent over and picked up the jump rope that was lying on the ground near her feet and said, “Come on, let’s go over to the field and jump rope now” as she turned and started to run towards the grassy field across the street. Marge glared at Nancy and said, “You just wait your turn Nancy Jane. We’re going to finish our hopscotch game first, sore loser!” Nancy stopped and snapped around and said, “Marge, I know that you just can’t stand to lose either and you’re just a chicken ‘cause you know that I can out jump you any day of the week!”

Marge tensed up and cocked back her arm and hurled the hopscotch stone she was holding at Nancy. Nancy could hear the stone whiz right past her ear as she ducked. Then Nancy threw the jump rope down at her feet and started running as fast as she could back across the street towards Marge screaming, “I’m going to get you for that Maggie.”

“My names not Maggie and I’m here waiting for you, Nancy Jane” Marge countered.

Nancy was running as fast as her little feet could carry her when her tiny frame slammed into Marge with a loud ‘smack.’ Marge felt the breath crushed out of her lungs as Nancy smashed into her chest with her crossed arms. Marge was gasping for her breath as Nancy hit her again with her shoulder knocking Marge to the ground.

Marge was writhing on the ground in pain and wheezing for breath when she felt Nancy jump on her and begin to slap her face with her open hands. Confused, hurt and gasping for breath she cried out, “STOP, please stop.” Marge began sobbing and whimpered, “Please, stop Nancy.” “I’m sorry.”

Stunned by Marge’s words, Nancy stopped and said, “Marge, you said you’re ‘sorry,’ you never tell anyone that you’re sorry about anything!” “Girls, girls!” Nancy yelled, “Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Marge said that she was ‘sorry!’” Nancy jumped up and yelled, “She’s sorry, she’s sorry, Maggie said she’s sorry!” ”She’s sorry!”

Brandy came running over to the group and grabbed Nancy’s arm and said, “Nan, LOOK!” Jane turned around pointed her finger up the street and giggled, “Here comes Alice.” Nancy could feel the hair on the back of her neck start to stand up as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists so tight that her knuckles started to turn white from the lack of circulation.

Nancy stepped in front of the rest of the girls and stood tall with her legs slightly spread and her fist clenched arms resting at her side. She watched Alice coming closer and closer, her head down and not really paying attention to what was going on around her. Suddenly Alice stopped in her tracks. She looked up across the open field and felt and icy chill run up her spine and she shivered. At the same time Nancy felt an identical icy chill race up her back.

Unbeknownst to any of the girls, a soft red glow was emanating from deep within a rabbit hole near the edge of the tree line along the open field and the entire street went eerily silent. On August 20th many years in the future, Alice would feel an identical chill race up her spine and this time she would actually see the red glow from deep within as the rabbit hole opened up and swallowed her into the dark depths of madness far beyond that of any Wonderland. The monstrous worm from deep in the bowels of Wonderland would eat into her mind, twisting it, manipulating it and changing her forever and always. Fear and insecurity would be her guide the rest of her days, dragging her deeper and deeper into the darkness. Feelings of abandonment will be her constant companion and lover.

Suddenly a shrill voice cried out, “Alice Deborah Harmon, you come home right this minute!” Alice yelled back, “Yes, mama.” “I’ll be right there.” “I’m coming.”

Nancy yelled and her voice startled Alice, “Yes, mama, yes, mama!” “Alice you are such a sissy and I am going to get you!” The shocked Alice looked up and saw Nancy for the first time and shivered in fear as she ran across the street and home as fast as her long lanky lags could carry her.

As the running Alice approached the curb her sandal slipped off of her foot and she skinned her long index toe on the edge of the concrete.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009


My favorite fable brought to life in a modern setting now on sale, what a great read. And if you can't read, it has pictures too!

My favorite story....A great read now on sale! This is cover one of two.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Disclaimer



All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, things, animals, or inanimate objects whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and/or a figment of your very vivid imagination.

Thursday, May 28, 2009




A new direction revealing the past, present and future....coming soon! I was involved in the past, remembered for the present and planned for the future.

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I will learn."
-- Benjamin Franklin

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Black Scorpion,

You're half way to fifty and looking like you're sixty!

Now aren't you glad that I remembered? Oh, guess you forgot that I remember everything down to the finest detail, freckle, and mole.