Is card reading just a harmless parlour game? Part 3 Footsteps

Supreme Court Gardens by day

Walking home through Perth at night

When we left my mother’s flat, we kissed her, Goodnight, and I put down her sudden quietness to tiredness, as she had been busy cooking, entertaining and being her usual charming self.

We started to walk back towards West Perth and the house in Churchill Avenue which was in Subiaco; first along Adelaide Terrace and then Saint Georges Terrace, but instead of continuing to its end, we turned left down Barrack Street, with Supreme Court Gardens on the left.

It was a lovely evening and still warm. I could smell the frangipani in the gardens of Government House as we passed. So in that lovely mood, a casual walk along The Esplanade would have added to the gentleness of our mood. However, just as we passed the huge tree on the corner and were turning right, Jenny, who had become pensive and quiet as we walked, stopped and said:

“I think someone’s following us”.

I had been talking about this and that, but now stopped walking and talking, and listened.

Silence.

She took my arm. “I must have been wrong”.

But then, as we continued to walk, I heard it also. It really did sound as if someone was following. Jenny was wearing flat soled soft shoes, and I, as was quite usual with me, was carrying my shoes and walking barefoot. So we were making hardly any noise at all ourselves, but there certainly was the sound of footsteps following.

But the minute we stopped to hear where the footsteps were coming from, their sound ceased. But it definitely sounded as if our follower was behind us.

We started walking again, and once more the sound of the footsteps pursued us, but now they were becoming distinct; so distinct that we realised that it was a woman’s footsteps pursuing us. A woman in high heels. We could hear the slight scrape of high heels on the pavement.

The same thought struck us almost at the same time. Terri. It sounded just like Terri’s high heeled shoes on a hard surface.

“Who’s that?” I called, stopping and turning to peer into the semidarkness behind us.

Jenny called out in a tentative voice, “Terri?”

But of course, as soon as we stopped, the sound ceased also. There was no reply.

When we got to William Street we turned right and, upon reaching Hay Street, continued the longish walk home. There were people around and some activity, so the sound of the footsteps no longer came to us, but still there was the feeling that we were being followed. Several times we would stop, turn, and look around, expecting to see someone behind us; even half expecting to see Terri, playing games. But Terri, Jake, Saleema and Christian were in the country; most probably at Jake’s parents’ home or out having a more exciting time than we were experiencing, walking up Hay Street towards Subiaco.

When we reached Emerald Terrace, there was a sound of a car’s horn behind us and we saw a friend, who offered us a lift back to Churchill Avenue, so with being spared the rest of the walk, and bringing him in for a coffee, the mystery of the following lady somewhat left our minds.

Coffee and chat finished, our driving friend left and we took to our beds. It was now very early on Sunday morning, and it looked as if another quiet Easter Sunday in Perth, West Australia lay before us.


Frangipani

Easter Day, Sunday morning

I only seemed to have been asleep for a few minutes when I was woken by someone banging on the window of my bedroom. Banging so hard I thought the glass would break.

The whole house seemed to be full of noise. Someone was hammering on the front door and ringing the doorbell at the same time. There was a sound of shouting and a woman crying and screaming.

By the time I was out of my room, Jenny was standing inside the front door in a black negligee and a tall, oldish man was talking to her animatedly and asking questions in a very serious manner. The person who had been banging on my window, a middle aged woman I didn’t recognise, now appeared at the front door and, pushing past Jenny and the strange man, ran into the house, screaming:

“Where’s my Jake? Where’s my Jake?” She was obviously hysterical, and looked really frightening. I was wearing just a pair of swimming shorts, yet she burst into my room, completely oblivious of me standing there, and continued her crying and calling, “Where’s my Jake? My baby. My baby”.

Jenny came and put her hand into mine. She was shaking noticeably. She held my hand so strongly that it hurt.

Then, as suddenly as it had all started, everything took on a new perspective.

Two policemen appeared at the door, and behind them I could see Saleema, standing just inside the gate. Her face looked like chalk; her eyes as large and as dark as a frightened night animal. Christian was sitting in the passenger seat of the Saleema’s car. The door was open and he was being violently sick on the pavement.

One of the policemen had his arm around the hysterical woman and was speaking to her quietly. The other policeman was explaining something to the older man, who was just repeating the phrase: “It’s all right. Jake’s all right. Royal Perth. Jake’s all right. Royal Perth”.

It occurred to us that the older man and the hysterical woman were Jake’s parents. Within minutes everyone left, but they left Jenny and me with the most horrifying news.


While driving home from a party somewhere near the country town where Jake’s family lived, Jake and Terri in the Sprite, and Saleema and Christian in Saleema’s car, they had been travelling along a road well known for being a “fast” road.

The driver of the Sprite, however, had misjudged a corner, and the car had flipped over, throwing Jake completely out onto the sandy ground beside the road. Terri, however, had remained in the open topped sports car and as the little Sprite continued, upside down, along the hard surface of the road, it sheared off anything above the inverted body of the car. Terri had been killed instantly, and hideously.

Jake had been taken to the Royal Perth Hospital having suffered a broken collar bone and some minor injuries.


Just a simple parlour game - a bit of fun?

This dreadful accident had happened late on that Saturday evening.

I know what Jenny and I thought, when we could face thinking about it.

Had my mother seen something in the cards? Was it just a harmless parlour game? And did Terri follow us home, or who or what was that person who dogged our footsteps?

Looking back, I now realise that my mother was distressed by what she saw in those cards, and hadn’t simply been tired after a Saturday evening of entertaining.

I also know that sometimes, just sometimes, when walking in the street in Perth, West Australia, I thought I would see Terri in the crowd, but when I looked again, she would have disappeared… just like the sound of those high heels following Jenny and me home on that late Saturday night, so many years ago.


Please read the whole story. It comes in three parts. This is part 3.

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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Fabulous tale Ian. Your writing is impeccable. I felt as though I was right there in every scene. The photos added dimension, but the written story without them was deliciously full of sights and sounds and wonderful sensuality. Good work my friend! s lane


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You are too, too kind, and I should be blushing. Well, I am, but I am also smiling all over my face.

Thank you for that truly wonderful comment.

Snakeslane, you are wonderful. You made my day.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

You are wonderful Twilight Lawns! I am a writer's reader through and through. You've won my writerly heart with this piece.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Back again. I realize that last comment was kind of cryptic. What I meant to say (big breath) is that I generally read for the writing itself. Story is secondary, (although you have told a great story). It is the way you tell it. The attention to detail, nuance, setting, characterization, tension, sounds, flavours, colours (those long baggy knitted sweaters) ...I could go on and on.


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

This was a fabulous story. The story was very good and the descriptions were so detailed. Of course, after snakeslanes' comments, anything I could say would be trite. That was a wonderful comment.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Snakeslane, you have no idea how vindicated i feel after that comment. I also read for style, and plot is frequently secondary. I thank you.

Wow! Baggy sweaters and all.

Don't tell Mrs Moss, though; she turned into a baggy sweater when my Mama had finished with her.

Ha ha1


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Yes, she's wonderful isn't she, Becky. And so are you, for encouraging me for so long. I really appreciate it.

Mwah!


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

I was thinking why didn't I just use the words 'style' and 'plot', maybe because those words get misinterpreted and misunderstood? Not sure.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Becky is the one with the 100 hub score here.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Attagirl, Becky. I've never had above 98 (and that was for about a quarter of an hour).

Regardless, snakeslane, that story has been going around in my mind for so many years, I have a feeling that I am going to have closure about it now... So many times before I have told so many people, but this is the first time I have actually written it. Maybe it needed some maturity or something. I am sure HP has helped me enomously by making me write. I have written so little in my life.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

That's quite an accomplishment as a writer. To complete something you've been dwelling on for so long. Congratulations!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I have a very retentive mind, Snakeslane, and can remember feelings, scents, textures, emotions etc. over vast expanses of time. And as this was (or is) an actual retelling of a real incident, with only the names changed "to protect the blah blah blah" (as they say), it has really become a laying of a ghost.

The only fabrication, believe it or not, is the name of the horrendous Mrs Moss.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi again Twilight Laws. Just thinking about your story while cooking supper. There is so much about it that I've left un-said. The supernatural 'tone'. The deep and complex portrait of the mother. The vivid portrait of the heroine. For some reason I can only process it a bit at a time, there is so much in the few short pages you've published here. Very dense writing to capture so much of the life and times. I'm glad you had photos of the buildings and the cars because I wouldn't have been able to imagine them. A true story huh, I won't say anything more here because I don't want to give it away in the comments.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Snakeslane, I really look forward to your visits and your comments. You are the sort of person I would have loved to have met really casually, and perhaps at an "at home" started to get to know. I feel that there are so many layers of you and every one of them astounding and or interesting.

'The Pot', in Wellington Street where we used to go to drink coffee and meet our friends, would have been a place where I am sure you would have been right at home. I cannot start to count the hours that we spent just talking and discovering things about ourselves and about those with us.

And that "deep and complex portrait of the mother" didn't do justice to an amazingly talented and beautiful lady.

I can remember going out with a very intelligent, beautiful and exciting person once, and she saying to me. "I wish your mother would come out with us... you're so boring compared to her".

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your wonderful comments and interest.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

You know I hate to say this and ruin your image of me, but I'm pretty boring in real life. I just happen to think a lot (too much) and I am a writer, so this is probably the best of all possible worlds to meet me in. And younger I was pretty flighty, did not like crowds or even gatherings very much. Quite a loner really with only a few good friends.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

But what is really great, all these years later to still have the same friends (long distance now, but still get together, and stay in contact).


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

That hasn't ruined my image of you one little bit. In fact, I know that we would have had a lot of things in common.

I love(d) talking and had very few true friends, but those I had I loved to pieces. One of the characters in that story is still very close, although she still lives in Australia.

Most of my friends were girls and of course they are now mature women, but I must have chosen wisely because they are still wonderful company and conversationalists which few could beat. And every one of them super-intelligent.

I was a loner also, but not for the nice reasons you most probably had. Yes, I was shy, but once in the limelight, I could show off and make more of a nuisance of myself than one would have thought possible in an adult.

A complex character, I was known as being "interesting", arrogant, hedonistic, selfish... Yes, you may carry on and trawl through your thesaurus of unpleasant characteristics, and there I would be. In fact, I am most probably cited in some extensive case studies of the lot of them.

Yes, I think you would have fitted in at 'The Pot', but whether you would have been happy at one of the 'Daffodil' parties, I wonder.

Ha ha!

And with a nom de plume of Snakeslane, I am sure that you would have caused quite a stir... or is it a nom de guerre?

Ha ha! (Again)


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi Ian. It's a misnomer. After describing your character, thinking we do have a lot in common. I decided a long time ago to just move on. I've always had a wish for a simple little life, but I got myself into some complicated situations along the way.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Another humbling (sp?) aspect, cannot ever leave the past behind still living in the same small town where everybody 'knows' you. When I picked snakeslane for hub pages I did not give it enough thought. But there was a little bit of the nom de guerre feeling to it at the time. Maybe I will grow in to it yet.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Living in the same small town, Snakeslane?

I have lived in so many towns, large and small, and I suppose that I have been lucky, because there is a richness in my memories, and they must, of course, be invaluable in the creating of stories. Or creating the mise en scene of such.But it would be nice to have settled a bit more at times.

But even living in a fairly large city didn't mean I could pass unnoticed. Some day I will create a hub on just that... the way Ian thought he was getting away with things, but finding, years later, that one's past can sometimes come up and bite one on the bottom.


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Hi Ian, I should have said 'returned' to the small town. Was away for years along the way. But with family here always returned. Did the little youth hostel trek through England, France and Spain when I got out of highschool. (We call it highschool, not sure how it translates). Many trips to California, and across Canada (to Montreal and places in Ontario (the bastions of history of this Country). Worked all over the place and went to University in two large cities. But returning I was exactly the same as far as people were concerned. But that's another story.


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Dear Ian,

Such a great story Ian,very sad, but intriguing yet horrifying to find out about a friends death. This is something one can never forget. The way you tell this story is so heartfelt.There is no doubt that you are a great writer.

Thank you for sharing your gift.

Sunnie


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mckbirdbks 4 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

John Knowles novel a Separate Peace came to mind while reading the first segment of this tale. An eerie quiet came over me while reading your final segment. You adept manner of tying the pieces of the story together was the perfect set up to catch the reader ‘looking over their shoulder’, allowing the event to be grab our hearts without protest.


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Well I got here and found it was not at all what I was expecting.

Snakeslane has said it all so all I will say is that you have written your story well and after keeping it for all these years I hope you can now find some closure.

I believe your mother saw what was to happen. There surely is more to life and death than we will ever understand.

As Sunnie says there is no doubt that you are a great writer.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

This is truly an exquisite story and story-telling, my dear.

I just realized that "Jenny" is the friend from Australia who recently visited you, isn't she? How amazing.

I am also loving the discourse in the comments thread between you and snakeslane. I feel much kinship with each of you and your interchange here explains a lot of it to me.

I can fully understand the sense of closure it must have given you to write this finally.

I can also understand why it was difficult for you to decide to publish it in segments. If people don't read them all, and in proper chronological order, it would be spoiled. But if read properly, it may actually enhance the tale with suspense and surprise.

What a gift for us that you did finally write it and share it. So sad, and yet so beautiful.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

There we are, Snakelane, we are children of the British Empire. My end was India and Australia; yours was Canada. And our dear friends on HP, the dear Colonials, aren't even aware of it.

Ha ha!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Sunnie, the manner of her death and the footsteps has haunted me (in the true sense of the word) for many years.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Mike, I am glad you enjoyed it (so far) and thank you for your kind words.

By the way, folks, Mike has moved into the Hallowed Halls of those wonderful people who have sent me notifications when my deplorable typographical skills let me down.

Thank you, Mike.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Mike, when I read your kind comments, I am overawed. You bring a humble blush to my usually arrogant face.

Thank you. I am so thrilled and honoured that you visit and are so kind.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Rosemay, Thank you for your very kind words. And yes, I think I am finding closure, but strangely enough, because I have shared the experience with my new friends on HP.


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Ian, I am back to see how you have dealt with the awesome task of trying to appear humble with all of the accolades heaped upon you by your admiring friends. I see you have made it through. Love ya, you old coot.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Bless you, my child.

I was (and still am) overawed buy the kind comments.

I had so much trouble getting this story written, that it is quite a relief to have finished.

I'm glad you, and the others. liked it.


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

We all love your stories. They are so interesting and you tell them so well. I would surely love to hear more of them.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Ahem . . . didn't I read somewhere - yes, I'm sure I must have . . . that India, Canada and Australia were all also Imperial British Colonies somewhere along in their histories, each also having gained its INDEPENDENCE from the Empire as have we other former 'colonials' here in the States? (And a couple or three of them, more recently than we here gained ours!)


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snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

Yes Nellianna that is right. Canada has its own constitution, but Elizabeth ll is a figurehead still. And there are many parliamentary traditions in place that link us with Gr Britain.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Becky, I really am grateful for that comment.

This Old Coot is full of stories. He'll do his best to scribble a few more... especially for you.

x


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I am looking forward to them Ian. I always love your stories.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

And now, Nellieanna, I wonder who rattled your cage. I wondered who would bite the Colonialist bait, and turned out to be you, my near friend.

I am sure that you realised, knowing me, that I was being facetious. If not... I was.

Hugs,

Ian


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Yes, of course. I'm impervious to British jabs anyway. Have to be, being not only a colonist but a Texan as well! haha. But I know YOU never mean anything but to enjoy the underlying "across the pond" humor. 'Tis a natural response to us upstarts with all our modestly civilized ways. hehe. I knew you'd realize my facetiousness with my cage rattling response.


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A.A. Zavala 4 years ago from Texas

How terrible! I wonder if the cards did tell of thismisfortune. Interesting and intriguing.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Nellieanna, I know that you wouldn't be riled. Too much of a lady to respond negatively to an Oik across the water. Who did I think I was? George III?

heavens, no.

But I discovered only last week, that Queen Mary, consort to George VI, had a strong German accent. She apparently heard a music box tinkling away with "yes, we have no bananas" and she was heard to sing, "Ja, ve haf nicht bananas".


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Augustine, I never managed to get the answer to that question. I know it distressed her, and I also remember that no one would really talk about it for a very long time, if ever.

There was more to the accident, I feel, than was mentioned at the time. and although "Jake's" parents appeared on the scene, I cannot remember anybody mentioning "Terri's" parents... even my friend Christine, who had planned , with Terri, that on completing college, that they would share a house or a flat together. She is very short on information on the subject.


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Lady Wordsmith 4 years ago from Lancaster, UK

Well, I could see that it would involve Terri, but not that it would be so, so tragic. Not that the deaths were the same, but your description of Terri reminds me of Marilyn Monroe. That's too easy, of course, but that's how I'm kind of seeing her. I hope that's not too trite.

This is a very sad story, but so sensitively told. I don't really want to say any more, because I don't want to trample on your memories!

Lx.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Linda, you have opened my eyes a little. Terri was a beautiful and tragic figure, in her way. She was an enigma, and had a quality that would have withstood time, but perhaps her early departure was "planned" by fate.

But "trite" comes into my thoughts, because, as I said, I sometimes wonder if she really left completely, or was she trying to explain to me and Jenny, on that way home, something thatI never grasped.


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Came by to see if your still kickin' Ian. How ya doin'?


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Becky, plans are afoot for the destruction of the dreadful Pamela of "New Bathroom" fame.

I am not going to take out a contract on the evi; woman's life, not am I going to have her put into the stocks and have plumbing equipment thrown at her nasty little head, but there is a hub here somewhere, (with pictures) and I hope that you (as usual) will be a reader and a follower.

Mwah!


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Where is it? I looked and don't find. Have you published i yet?


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Hi, Becky. No, I haven't published yet. I am still in the early stages of sending her a letter demanding that she has the bad workmanship made right. Obviously I don;t want her here botching it herself, or any of her other cronies, so I want her to pay for the work to be done. I know she hasn't the money (well I assume so0 so it means taking out a charge on her property - her hose.

Lotsaluv,

Ian


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Well, when you write one about it, I will be there. I enjoy your writing so much, even if you are an old coot. Love ya.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

becky, have you thought that you "enjoy (my) writing so much, because (I am) an old coot?"

It takes years to acquire the memories that this old coot has under his bed.

I thank God for putting me where he put me and giving me a good memory to gather all the scents, sounds and memories that I have needed to bring my scribbling together.

Without them, I would be an empty vessel that makes much noise, but none of it worth listening to.


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Docmo 4 years ago from UK

How do you do that- from the sunny observations of a coming of age college tale - rich with period detail- you take us through ' is it a harmless parlor game' middle section and then on to this- the crescendo of tension and the inevitability of the horrific ending. I presume this is a true story - tragic yes - but the way you tell this tale has all the accomplished nuances of a seasoned writer. Collecting memories is one thing- the ability to express them to the reader in a way that feels like watching a well made film- now, that is something else.

I am truly impressed and in awe.voted way up!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for your kind and much appreciated comments.

I do like contrast in colour and mood, and this was ripe for tongue in cheek descriptions, through almost slapstick confrontations with large ladies and then to a suddenly awful and bleak denouement.

Yes, my friend, the story is true, and I hardly needed to embroider the narrative; the story took the bit between its teeth and almost galloped to the final, and so, so tragic incidents of, not only the tale, but a lovely person.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

To attribute gratitude to one who has made my day, by his kind and generous comments:

Thank you, Docmo. Reading your words makes me want to go out and tie everything I have written about this period in my life into some sort of a creation which would be honouring your faith in my writing capabilities.


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

What a wonderful heartfelt story. You are indeed a captivating writer. Voting up of course and pressing your buttons too.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

acaetnna, thank you for yet another visit and also for your kind comments. I am not writing much (if anything) for HP right now, but it is lovely to be in touch with old friend... not that you are old, but you know what I mean.

How is the most optimistic and romantic person in the world right now?

You of course.


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acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

Hey thank you. I am great, life is wonderful in fact, I am living in the moment as we all should and life is wonderful, truly so. Have a great week.


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

Wow Twilight Lawns-I am so sorry that this is a true story. This series has everything woven into one. Your writing is brilliant and gives the reader such a look into this time in your life. I am a big believer that we can get visits from loved ones that have passed on as it's happened to me. I am really happy for you that you wrote this on Hubpages where you can get support from friends. I hope it has brought you much healing, peace and closure. Again, this was written so well and I hope you continue to write short stories for your fans here.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

acaetnna, thank you.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Twin, I thank you most sincerely for encouragement and your comments. I have not written for Hub Pages for a few weeks now, and your friendship and support make me realise what I have been missing and depriving myself of.

Thank you.


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tillsontitan 4 years ago from New York

I came back to read your comment about my comment and lo and behold there was no comment from me! I think in my enthusiasm to leave brilliant comments ;) I forget to hit Post Comment. So, here I am back to tell you I love, love, loved this entire series!

In Part 1 when you spoke of the Austin Sprite, then the four of them driving off, the "quiet and bare" house...something told me this wasn't going to end well. I had a feeling there was going to be a car accident but didn't fathom the results.

After reading part 1 it was like a compulsion to read 2 and 3. Your imagery, descriptions...everything seemed so real. It was almost like I knew Jenny, Terri, Jake, Saleema and Christian, like they were friends of mine. In a short span you introduced them so well and touched upon little details that made them come alive. Of course I related to your mother immediately.

This was truly excellent. Voted all buttons but funny!

I hope there's more to come!


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

tillsontitan, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and I really mean that.

It makes me want to write more for HP when I receive such a great, intelligent and perceptive comment.

I was going off the idea of HP because there was a feeling within me that people were just commenting that something was awesome and that they didn't really read anything in detail, or they didn't understand the meaning of awesome. I don;t think I have earned that sort of comment, unless I had worked really hard on a bit of writing, and as you now know, this one has been festering in my brain for many years... and I hope I did it justice.

Writing as I do now doesn't provide mush feedback, as I am writing much longer stories (all two of them) and of course there isn't the instant gratification of responses from like minded peole.

Once again, than you for ploughing through the story, and I am going to have a little think about a bit more scribbling


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tirelesstraveler 4 years ago from California

Reading your work was spell binding. You had me turning the pages with anticipation and a creepy feeling running down my spine. I really liked that you linked to each part of this story so I didn't have to wander around looking for it.


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

And you read all three "chapters"? Thank you.

I'm glad you liked it TirelessTraveller, I have just started to pull out of HP and have deleted some stuff because there were very few people reading it. Those who did are firm friends, and loyalty or paramount.

This story, however, I love for many reasons.


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tirelesstraveler 4 years ago from California

I think I was on part 3 before I realized I hadn't commented. Riveting


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Twilight Lawns 4 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you, that is a real bonus to read what you have said.


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Dolores Monet 2 years ago from East Coast, United States

I don't often read short stories on HP but am glad that I read this one. So eerie and sad. You really pulled me along through the 3 hubs, with your wonderful writing and interesting tale. I am sorry, so many years later, for the loss of your friend.


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Twilight Lawns 2 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you so much, Dolores. That story has been buzzing around in my mind for more years than I would care to admit. But it was true.

And I am so grateful that you thought I had written the narrative of the chain of events in a manner that befitted the subject.

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