Journey into My Imagination
I have missed you Carrie. I want you in my life. I want you to marry me and raise my children. Please. We fit so well together you and I. Can’t you see it in our cozy little house in the suburbs with our children and our dog and a minivan to get us back and forth? You will never need to write again. You invested so well and I make more then enough now for both of us. Things are looking up Carrie.
“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.
“For what making me feel like a fool? Letting me stand there and tell you that I knew Mr. Murray…er…you…. intimately when you were clearly aware that I did not. You think that I could forget that so easily? You lied to me.”
“Governor William T. Hughes was an established politician. He was governor of the state of South Carolina from the years 1840 until his sudden death in 1853. He was not a well-beloved figure in the history of the state. He was known to make more enemies than friends, but his wealth and political ties allowed him to secure his election each term as unjust and unfair as that seemed to the other hopefuls. There were no immediate family members known at the time of his death.”
Jon stared at the little drowned waif of a girl standing in front of him for a full minute before he thought to introduce himself to her. The slick maneuvers and smooth words of other men were not second nature to him. He was honest and forthright and considered himself backwards in matters of love and yet he would have been very surprised to discover that that is exactly what women found irresistible about him.
From the fireplace, she crossed the room to her stereo system. Browsing through her eclectic music collection, she finally settled on a compilation CD of her favorite R&B artists. It just fit her mood right then, melancholy. She put the CD in the drive and left it on repeat. Moving back to the kitchen, she scooped up her large bottle of white wine and went to curl up on the couch, to stare at the fire and contemplate where she was going in life.
Shannon McCauley - Author 