Journey into My Imagination
William entered, presumptuous and pompous, taking long arrogant strides into the room. He covered the distance between them in no time at all. “You look lovely my dear.” He said taking a long look at Susannah and running his tongue over his lips. He reminded her of a slithering snake, slimy and cold. “
In amongst the dust particles on the hardwood floors were little tin soldiers in perfect lines and the lines spelled out the words… “Release us.”
“Well honey, it’s none of my business but if that guy wants to marry you then he should be trying to sweep you off your feet not avoiding you.”
There’s some bad blood associated with that house. And when you come from a family of old Irish women you don’t brook superstition.
Feeling light as air and carefree. There was a taste in her mouth that she did not recognize. It was the sweet taste of freedom; like sampling a piece of nectarine straight off the vine, succulent and delicious. Your lips crave every drop of juice that falls; your tongue finds the dance delightful.
The only comfort to be had was an unseen ghostly hand trailing along her arm, touching her hair. She saw nothing and felt nothing but suddenly and inexplicably at peace.
Shannon McCauley - Author 