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"The White Robe of Noelle" (Christmas Theme - 2025) (Spillwords Press)

 

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" THEWHITE ROBE OF NOELLE "

 

fell softly as cashmere wool

danced lightly as the finest lace

and settled upon the quaint town

of Christmas old and new

 

Noellefluttered down the street

Leavinga path of richness behind

Apath as elegant as a bride’s train

asmajestic as a Queen’s gown

as crispas a winter’s morn

 

Shevisited every home

Leavinga spray of her fluffy handprint

onevery windowpane she passed

Sometimesa child would wave back

whileshe blew snowflakes like kisses

 

Thechurch bells rang proudly

asshe tapped each stain-glassed window

and listened while the carolers sang out toher

Theygreeted her in yuletide glory

Feelingblessed by The White Robe of Noelle

 

Sheentered the park with a cool breeze in her step

Landingon wooden park benches

Decoratinghuge leafless trees

Sprinklingbirds in flight with white magic

as therabbits and squirrels watched in awe

 

Thensomething enchanting happened –

TheWhite Robe of Noelle

blanketeda young couple in a horse-drawn carriage

whogiggled and hugged at the sight of her snow dance

asthey embraced pure romance from the lovely Noelle

 

OhYes, Sweet Noelle has returned once more

Shedelivered her gifts in the very shadows of the Season

Allthat she touched awakened anew

Sheturned darkness into light and stone into gold

asthe World welcomed the beautiful Noelle

 

…andThe White Robe of Noelle

fellsoftly as cashmere wool

dancedlightly as the finest lace

andsettled upon the quaint town

of Christmas old andnew

 

 

 

 

NEWSLETTER: "The Hand She Dealt to Me" (Dialogue-driven fiction) - by Phyllis P. Colucci aka "Fictiontarot"

📚 NEWSLETTER📚

 

TRY THIS "DIALOGUE-ONLY", 3D READING EXPERIENCE, THAT WILL TAKE YOU ON A 467-PAGE LITERARY JOURNEY INTO LIA'S WORLD OF THE UNKNOWN; SOMETHING SHE IS SO CURIOUS TO DIP INTO, YET SO TERRIFIED TO EMBRACE...IT ALL STARTED FROM A CHANCE ENCOUNTER IN THE PARK WITH A WOMAN NAMED "AMIRA"...  (GET YOUR COPY AND SECURE YOUR SEAT IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THE ACTION, AS THE PLOT UNFOLDS PAGE AFTER PAGE) -   "Danger" slowly introduces itself to Lia and her family as they all begin to fall deeper into its relentless grip. Their innocence and family values work against them, until the criminal aspect of that fateful encounter in the park turns their reality into their revenge. (Love, Friendship, Family, Trust, Betrayal, The Tarot, The Crimes, The Chaos)!

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https://www.amazon.com/Hand-She-Dealt-Me/dp/B09TDW83R5       (PAPERBACK)

(Available in ebook and audio book formats, as well) 

https://www.amazon.com/Hand-She-Dealt-Me/dp/B09TDW83R5       (PAPERBACK)

(Available in ebook and audio book formats, as well) 

 

TRY BELOW EXCERPT AS AN INTRODUCTION TO THE BOOK - AND FOR YOUR READING PLEASURE: 

 

CHAPTER2 – MEETING AMIRA

...Oh it’s such a wonderful day fora walk in the park.  The skies are blue,the wind is calm, the trees are budding, the birds are singing, and this cup ofcappuccino is just the best.  Ummm, thecinnamon smells so good.  Yes.  All is well in Brooklyn.  This is so relaxing.   I’m alittle disappointed that Carla couldn’t meet me this morning for breakfast, butI’m actually enjoying this alone time.  Ilove Carla, but sometimes she just talks too much.  I have some nerve thinking that when I do thesame thing myself – and dear Carla has no problem telling me that too; but itreally is so great not having any voices vibrating in my ears today.   Ah,there’s a park bench in the shade.  Ithink I’ll sit here and meditate a while. I hope a bird doesn’t shit on me. There’s dried bird poop all over the back of this bench…Oh great!  I knew I had some paper towels rolled up inmy bag.  I’ll use one to sit on.  That’s better now.  I guess I’ll have to take my chances withthese birds…Anyway, they say it’s good luck when a bird poops on you…Oh howcute are they?  Look at that elderlycouple sitting on the park bench across the way, sharing coffee and a bagel;and still holding hands.  I hope that’sme and Steven in thirty years.

.…Excuse me.  Excuse me please.  So sorry I interrupt you lady.  Can you tell me where you buy that coffee?  I see it is from Café.  Your cup say “Café Bianca”. 

Oh sure.  Café Bianca is at the other end of the park,where all the restaurants are.  This is greatcappuccino.   You should try it sometime.  Are you new in the area?

Oh yes.  I come here one month ago – maybe a littlelonger.  I have place two block fromhere.  I do not know many people yet.  You first person I really talk to outside ofmy shop. 

Wonderful!  Welcome to the neighborhood.  My name is Lia.  What is your name?

My name Amira. 

Oh what a pretty name.  It sounds foreign. 

You like name?  Amira is Arabic name.  It means “Princess”.  What does Lia – is that right- Lia? What doesLia mean?

Lia is what my friends and familycall me.  My full name is Pauline.  We like to shorten our names here in America.   

Oh I see.  – Lia is pretty name too.  Do you mind if I sit on bench with you for shortwhile Lia?  Maybe we talk a little bit.  It is such beautiful day.  I love come and feed birds here sometimes inthe morning before I open shop.  I bringsmall bag of old bread for them.  Theylove so much.

Oh how nice.   Look how the birds are gathering around you.  I think they’ve gotten to know you.    Please, sit.  Where is your shop Amira?

My shop?  Oh it is not far from here.  It is close to park. 

Where are you from?

I come from Pennsylvania.  My parents come from Lebanon - Middle East,where I born.  They settle inPennsylvania when I was little girl.  Imarry here and spend a good part of my life here in America.  After parents die I want so much come to NewYork.  People say it is happy place, Ican open shop and make good living.  Myhusband go back to Middle East.  He is fromLebanon also but he grew up in Pennsylvania like me.  He never like city very much.  We divorce a few years ago, American-style.  It seems many Americans divorce.  Women they are more free here.  I like the life here. 

Divorce, American-style?  That is so funny to hear.  I guess divorce is pretty common here.  But I’m very sorry for you, that’s toobad.  Do you have any children?

No. I have two miscarriage.  I cannothave baby.  I am very sad.

Oh, Amira, my heart goes out toyou.  But sometimes in life things happenfor a reason.  Sometimes it helps tobelieve that.  Maybe it’s time for you todo something for yourself now.   I hope New York works out for you.  -  Welllook, it was very nice to meet you Amira. I am going to be on my way now. Have a very nice day and good luck with your shop.  What’s the name of your shop?  I’ll stop by to wish you luck one day.  Maybe we’ll run into each other againsometime in the park.

Thank you.  You kind lady.  – Oh wait, please…do not leave so soon.  Tell me a little about you now.  Do you have family Lia?

I have a husband.  He owns Roma Pharmacy in the neighborhoodhere.  I have a daughter.  My daughter Julia and her boyfriend Mike areaspiring actors.  I actually grew up inthis neighborhood.  I love it here.  I hope you like it here too Amira.

I feel I am in goodneighborhood.  I like so far.   Yes, maybewe see each other again in the park? Here, please take my card.  Youcome visit shop.

Oh of course, I’d love to.  -  Oh…Whatis this?  “Amira’s Mystic Fortunes”.   Is thisyour shop?  Are you a Fortune TellerAmira?  Oh, my goodness.  I thought you owned a Middle Eastern food orclothing shop.  My mistake.    I hadno idea you were a fortune…

Yes I am Fortune Teller.  You look surprised.  Please know that I am very good at what I do.  Let me read fortune for you – for free.  You come see me.  For you I do tarot reading.  Tarot is very powerful reading.  You will enjoy the experience.

Well  I don’t really believe in that kind of thing.  I’m Catholic Amira, and this type of thing goesagainst my religion.  It’s reallyforbidden.

But I have gift from God.  I do good thing, not bad.  How can good thing be forbidden my friend?

Who is your God, Amira?  Is it Allah?  I know, because you’re Muslim.  We do not practice the same religion.   Wedon’t believe in the same God.  Allah isnot my God Amira.  Still, I don’t believeAllah would approve of Fortune Telling either.

Oh no my friend.   You make a little mistake here.   Allahis God in Muslim religion, yes; but Allah is not my God too.  I am Catholic, like you Lia.  Even though my family is from Lebanon, wehave many Catholics there.  I am goodChristian, like you Lia.  So as I say, I havegift from God in heaven.  Our GodLia.  Believe me, I only work for thegood, not the bad, not the evil. 

Well now I’m even more surprisedAmira.  I don’t know many Catholics thatwould choose your line of work as a career. I’m sure you do very good things for some people, but I wouldn’t like toknow my future.  That’s in God’shands.  God has a plan for all of usAmira, even you.  What will be, willbe.  Now please, I really should go.  I’m running late.

Wait my friend.   Please.  I can help you with family matter, personalmatter, finance.  Let me read tarot foryou.  I sense you need some help withfamily matter.  I see aura around youthat tells me you are a little sad maybe? In need of a little help maybe? You have some things on your mind that cause you a little confusion?  You worry much.  Come…come walk back to my shop.  I read for free.

…Oh please excuse me Amira.  I see my husband’s partner.  - Gary! Gary!  Hey Gary!  Over here. – It was nice to meet you Amira.  I really need to go. 

Keep card.  You come by for free reading.

Fine.   Have a good day.    - Gary!   What are you doing strolling through the parkat this time? 

Hi Lia.  I’m enjoying this beautiful day with this greatcappuccino, as I see you are.

Oh I don’t mean to pry Gary.  It’s just so good to see you; but Steven toldme you guys had to open up the pharmacy early so you can meet with a salespersonthis morning. 

Yeah, we actually did have thatmeeting this morning.  It went quick,really fast for a change.  Same oldthing.  New medications, all sorts of newdrugs, new samples to check out, new company to deal with.  By the way, I enjoyed the biscotti Stevenbrought in.    It was delicious Lia.  He told me you get those at that small bakeryshop near the florist.  I’ll have to stopin there one day. 

Oh yes, I stop there once aweek.  They have great cakes and pastriestoo.  Their tiramisu is to die for.  You love tiramisu.  You should stop in there and try it.  You won’t be disappointed.   Carla and I are like two kids in a candy shopevery time we browse around that bakery. We don’t know what to choose, everything looks and smells so good.  We walk out of there with boxes of goodies,and ten pounds heavier.

How is Carla?  She did a great job on my hair the last timeshe cut it.  I really need to get anotherhaircut.  I’ll give her a call when I’mready.  I hate going into the city justfor a haircut.  I don’t have the timewith the hours I’m working.  Does shemake house calls?

For you Gary, I’ll see what I cando.  I’m sure Carla wouldn’t mind comingto your apartment to cut your hair.  Yourhair is getting so long.   I’m not used to seeing you with longhair.  Don’t let it get too long Garybecause you won’t look like you anymore.

I’ll take that as a compliment Lia.

Of course it’s a compliment.  I like the old Gary.  The conservative and reserved Gary.

I’m still the old Gary.  The hair is just a mid-life crisis Ithink.  At least that’s what other peoplehave said to me.  But hey - I like it.  I hesitate to cut it actually.

If it makes you happy Gary, thenkeep your hair just the way it is.  Itworked well for Samson.

That it did.  So there’s hope for me after all, unless Imeet up with a Delilah.

A Delilah?  Bite your tongue…Hey Gary, I’m so surprisedto run into you here.  I wouldn’t expectto see you so far down on this end of the park at this time of day.    

Well, I thought I’d take the longway through the park Lia.  It’s such a greatday for a walk.  No humidity.  No clouds. Great day.   I even left my suit jacketback at the pharmacy.  It’s Gary goingcasual.  What do you think Lia? - No tie,open dress shirt, rolled up sleeves.  Istill look pretty sharp, right?   That whole suit thing is too confining…What?  What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me funny? What’s that little smirk on your face for? -  Lia, what’s the matter?  I look disheveled?  I think I look good.  You’re not used to seeing me out of my suit,that’s the problem.     

Hey, I’m all for comfort Gary.   It’s just that you’re always so prim andproper on the job, not so dress-down casual, especially on a work day.  You know what’s missing?  Your white pharmacist’s coat. 

You don’t expect me to wear mypharmacist’s coat strolling through the park now Lia, do you?  I hope not…No, l just leave the suit jacket behindwhen I’m strolling.  See, nice andcomfy.  Even at the pharmacy, once that suitjacket comes off in the morning and I put my pharmacist’s coat on, it lives ona coat rack until I go home for the day. Believe me, this is a treat for me.  I feel like I can breathe.  To me,suits are for business meetings, weddings and funerals.   I feel too stiff, full-suited.  I have to admit though, when I get to thepharmacy in the mornings, wearing  my designersuits, I look like a real sharp dude. The ladies stare when I walk down the block.  Lia, I’m not kidding.  I’m not trying to show off either.  It’s the truth.  Ask Steven. He’s seen it.  He teases me aboutthat.  I could be on the front page of amen’s fashion magazine.   After I walk through the pharmacy doorsthough, the show is over.  Off with thejacket, on with the white coat.  But Ilook damn good Lia.  You’ve seen me in myfancy suits? 

And what about my Steven?  He’s a pretty sharp dude too.

He is Lia.  I never said he wasn’t.  But Steven has “married” written all overhim.  I have that “bachelor strut” thatattracts the ladies.  Come on Lia, I’msure you noticed that about me.

I have.  I surely have.   I’veseen the ladies check you out Gary, but forgive me for laughing because you arejust too funny.   Your modesty is admirableGary, what can I say.

Stop chuckling at me Lia.   I say if you got it, flaunt it.  Modesty is not in my vocabulary.

Well you’ve got it Gary, and yousure love to flaunt it.    

I’m that bad huh?  -  Well,anyway, it’s good to take a break from the pharmacy whenever we can.  Things can get pretty hectic there, especiallyin the morning.  I need to get away for ashort while as soon as the calm rolls in…clear my head, you know?  Steven sneaks off for a cup of coffee now andthen to clear his head and I like to take a bit of a walk.  So we have our own way of coping Iguess.  It gets us through the day.  We take turns, we cover for each other.    

Gary, sometimes Steven comes hometotally exhausted, mentally and physically. I know how grueling the job can be. It’s a stressful job.  You guysreally have to concentrate on what you’re doing.  There’s no room for error.  You’re dealing with people’s lives on a dailybasis.  So again, I understandperfectly.  And you picked a great day fora stroll Gary.   The weather is picture-perfect today.  Oh Gary…Look at all the kids out on theswings.  They’re so cute.  But they sure can scream… So how are youreally doing Gary?  You haven’t been bythe house for a while.  Everything okay?

Everything is great Lia.  I’ve just been busy. 

Busy?  Then there must be someone special in yourlife who is keeping you busy.  Even thePresident isn’t that busy.

Actually, I did meet someonenew.  She’s drop-dead gorgeous too…

Oh really?  I wouldn’t have guessed…

Come on Lia, you know me.  I can’t resist a pretty lady.   Wereally seem to be connecting.  She’s abit shy though, so I don’t think she’s ready to meet new people yet.  But I promise that as soon as things get morecomfortable between us, I’ll bring her around.   It’s been great.  I’m happy Lia.  That’s why I haven’t been around to thehouse.  I’ve been working on this for awhile.  I don’t want to push things.

Well then, that’s wonderfulGary.  I’m very happy for you.   I can’t believe you’ve been keeping her asecret though.  That’s not like you.  Anyway, when you’re both ready, we’d love tomeet her.    Where does she come from?  What does she do for a living?  Where did you meet her?  Tell me. Inquiring minds want to know.

Lia, are you writing a book on me?  I’m flattered.  No, but honestly ah…ah…she ah, she comes fromQueens somewhere.   We actually met atthe pharmacy.  She was in the area andstopped in to buy shampoo or hand lotion, I don’t remember.  You know me, I can’t let an opportunity tomeet a pretty woman slip through my hands. So I jumped on it.  I turned on myusual charm, and the rest is history. 

Of course, Gary.  Sounds just like you.   I’msurprised Steven never mentioned that you met someone at the pharmacy.

Well I could explain that.  I didn’t want to make a big deal of it.  I never mentioned it to Steven because he’salways teasing me about not settling down, and always being too flirtatiouswith women, so I kept this one quiet, especially since I met her at thepharmacy.   You know Steven, he doesn’t take me tooseriously when it comes to women.  Thesad part is, I can understand why.  Butthis girl is different.  She’s gotmagnetism.  I’m attracted to her, plainand simple.  I really want to see wherethis goes.

You know what Gary  -  Goodfor you, As long as you’re happy… Sooooahhhh then…what does she do for aliving?  Forgive me,  I’m just curious about her.  After all, Steven and I love you Gary.  We want what’s best for you.

Well if I tell you too much abouther now, there won’t be much to talk about when you first meet her. 

Fair enough.  I’m sorry I’m turning this into twentyquestions.  This is really none of mybusiness and I shouldn’t be putting you on the spot like this.  My apologies. You know me, always putting my foot in my mouth.  Steven can attest to that.   I wish you all the best with this new personin your life.  Like I said, we’ll behappy to meet her when the time is right for both of you.  No more questions.  I promise.

Thank you for your good wishesLia.   But don’t misunderstand.  I really do like this girl.  You know how they say guys are ruled bytheir…

Don’t say it Gary.  I get the picture. 

Well what I was going to say was,not this time.  Yes, she is attractive,but she’s really smart and has a good head for business.  I like that in a woman.  Be proud of me Lia.  I was able to look past the physicalattraction and notice her great mind.

Wow.   I am proud of you Gary.   But you’re a good catch yourself.  You’re a smart, handsome guy with a greatcareer as a pharmacist, and you have a really fun personality.  You’re kind-hearted and caring, approachable,always smiling and, most importantly, very easy to get along with.  Both Steven and I love all those things aboutyou; and – you’re very patient.  You knowwhat they say -  “patience is a virtue”.   So you have a lot to offer too.

I’m all of those things Lia?  I don’t even recognize myself.  I’m that good huh?

Well don’t let it go to your headGary.  Yes, you’re “that good” but notperfect now.  You have one flaw thatsurprisingly seems to work well for you…

And what can that be Lia?

You’re totally conceited.  Even a little narcissistic.  – But still loveable. 

Ahhh.  That hurts Lia. 

Despite all of that, you stilldeserve a good woman to spend the rest of your life with, and I hope she’s itfor you.   Once she gets the opportunity to chip away atyou, she’ll find the sweet and loveable Gary that Steven and I know andlove.   You put up a great front dearGary.  I hope this woman is everythingyou want.

Me too Lia.  I think I’m falling in love.   I meanreally falling in love.

I think you just got shot in theheart with cupid’s arrow.   

I thought I felt a sharp pain in mychest.  Wait, let me check my shirthere.  No blood Lia.  No arrow mark.   Areyou sure I just got shot?  I don’t feelanything.

Oh stop being funny.  Seriously Gary, this is a really good thingthat’s happening for you.  Enjoy it andtake it slow, cultivate it.  Let it growinto something meaningful.  This is agood sign.  Steven and I always wantedthis for you.  We want to see you settleddown into a more calmer, subdued lifestyle.  A good woman can do that for you.   I mean it from the heart.  You deserve this kind of love. 

I appreciate that Lia.  You’re too kind.  Look Lia, I don’t mean to be rude, but Ireally better get back to the pharmacy before Steven puts an APB out on me.

That sounds like my Steven.  Take care Gary.  Don’t be a stranger now. 

           

…Hey Carla?  It’s me – Lia.  Are you busy? I thought I’d give you a quick call. So sorry you weren’t able to meet me for  breakfast this morning.    I have so much to tell you.  I was walking through the park today and Iran into a very strange woman.  It was soweird.  – And then out of nowhere, Garyappeared.  He was on a break from the pharmacyand was walking through the park.  Iactually felt like he saved me from this woman. The timing was perfect.  I wassurprised to see him down on this end of the park so early in the day, but Iwas really so happy to run into him, at the same time.   It was an excuse for me to get away from thislady.  Her name is Amira – and she’s aFortune Teller…Could you imagine!  -  Yes. I’ll come up for air Carla.  Oh, I’msorry.  Here I am going a mile a minute.  Yes, like you.  I know. See, we have a lot in common Carla…Oh okay.  Sure.  You’rereally busy?  No problem, I understand.  I’ll fill you in another time.  Can we meet for breakfast tomorrow?  Wonderful. We’ll talk then.  I’ll see you atthe “Old Brooklyn Diner” around nine-ish?   Same table over by the window?  If you prefer to meet at my house, then comeby early.  We can walk over to the dinertogether.  Okay then,  I’ll meet you at the restaurant.  See you in the morning.  Have a good day, and don’t work too hard.  I’m sorry Carla, one last thing.  When you have time, I need a dye job soon.  Julia said my roots are showing and it makesme look old.  She thinks I should godarker.  I love her to death, butsometimes these kids…Well I’m glad you find that funny.  So try to find time to squeeze me in.   Oh and before I forget, Gary wants to know ifyou make house calls.  He’s so cute.  He needs a haircut.  I told him you would.  -  Ohthanks Carla.  You’re a sweetheart.  He’ll give you a call when he’s ready for acut.  Okay, sure – I’m sorry, go back towork.  See you in the morning.

           

…Hmmmm.  “Amira’s Mystic Fortunes”.  Just my luck to meet up with a FortuneTeller.  I should throw this card away inthe trash, but I really want to show it to Carla tomorrow at breakfast.  It’s kind of intriguing.   I won’t dare mention this to Steven orJulia.  They’ll really think I’ve goneoff the deep end if I pay any mind to it.  I’m so glad I have Carla to confide in. But that Amira was striking.  Shewas absolutely gorgeous...yet so very strange.  She had a unique charisma.   I can’t get her eyes out of my head.  Her stare was paralyzing.  It was like she was looking right throughme.  Like she could actually read mymind.  Was I that transparent?  Could she really see my fears, my thoughts? Ordid she pick up on how vulnerable I can be. Maybe she just sensed my curiosity? We all have concerns about our families, our finances.  She’s just guessing.  That’s what Fortune Tellers do.  I’m just being silly.  Yet the nerve of her to suggest that I carrythis worried aura around me.  She doesn’teven know me.   - Okay, stop it Lia.  This was just a chance meeting with astranger while strolling through the park. It means nothing.   It might havebeen anyone else that I could have run into today.  It could have been old Mrs. Conte complainingabout Mike honking his horn so early in the morning.  Gee, how I wish it was Mrs. Conte I raninto.   There would have been no mysteryor intrigue there.  Now just forget aboutAmira.  I need to stop at the post officeand pick up a roll of stamps like I planned. Then I’ll pick up some semolina bread from Gallo’s bread store and head straighthome to  a wonderful dinner with myfamily.   I can smell that bread now.  Right up through my sinuses…And then I canend a beautiful day with a beautiful night making love to my husband.  Yeah, that sounds like a plan.  I’ll save Amira for my breakfast conversationwith Carla tomorrow.    That should befun.

Maybe I should take the long wayhome, around the West Side of the park. If I go the way I came, past the fountains and around the loop, I may endup exactly on the street where Amira’s shop is. I can’t run into her now.  She’llthink I was looking for her shop and that I was interested in getting a freereading.    I think this will be the best way to walkhome.  Oh the sun feels so great on myface, but all these trees scare me.  I’malways afraid of getting hit with a falling limb while walking.  Now that would be worse than bird poop.  I read about these accidents in the paper allthe time.  Steven thinks I’m justparanoid.  Maybe I am,  but I’d rather be a bit paranoid than dead,or worse - layed up in a hospital bed like a vegetable because a tree limb fellon my head; especially since the trees in this park are so tall and so very old.  No, I don’t feel like being the topnews story in the local paper tomorrow morning. I can just see it now. Pharmacist’s wife hit with tree limb while strolling through the park.  Yeah, I don’t like that too much...Oh God,please don’t punish me for my encounter with Amira this morning by allowing atree limb to fall on me.  There I gobeing paranoid again.  I better shut upbefore the power of suggestion kills me. Ummm…I love the smell of freshly cut grass…It’s really wonderful…I couldactually enjoy whiffing this all day long. It relaxes the soul…That’s what I need…Okay, let me see.  Maybe I’ll walk along the track field.  No trees, lots of sun, happy runners going by,people laughing, children playing.  Niceand serene.  No threatening limbs hangingover my head.  Now this is more my speed.  Okay, I feel much better now…Oh yes, muchsafer.

…This is nice…Well I’m at the endof the park now.  Okay, right, left, whichway should I go?  This looks like a dead end.    I’ll head towards the left, I can see themain street.  Walking is good, doctor’sorders.  Great for lowering bloodpressure.  This was such a great day,despite running into Amira.  -  Oh no …that looks like it might be hershop.  Damn, she’s sitting outside.  Please…please…don’t recognize me.  – I’ll just walk with my head down, maybe shewon’t see me.  I can’t believe I ended uphere after working so hard to avoid Amira’s shop.

…Lady!  Lady! Excuse me.  Lady!

Oh no.  I can’t outwardly ignore her.  What do I do now?  What do I say?  Oh boy… - Oh hi Amira.  So this is where your shop is?  Okay.  This is a nice area.  I hope youdo well here.

Come…come…I give you free readinglike I promised.  Free tarot.  Come in.

No, no.  Please. I’m in a rush.  I have to gethome.  Maybe some other time.

You have card.  Call me or come by any time.  I have gift for you.  I have special crystal for good luck.  Or maybe scented candles.  You like scented candles?  They bring good luck too.

Please.   No thank you.  I must go. Maybe another time.  Good-byeAmira.  – …Oh my God.  I walked right intoher.  I can’t believe this.  This woman is persistent.  This is scary.  She’s drawing me to her like a magnet.   Almost like she singled me outpersonally.  How weird is that?  I’m getting bad vibes from this.  I can’t wait to tell Carla tomorrow.  I need Carla’s take on things.      - Okay, now get back on track Lia.  Smile…forget about this brief encounter.  Don’t mention it to Steven or Julia.  Go home to your family and just act likenothing unusual happened today.  Nothingdid happen.  You’re letting yourimagination run wild.  Pick up thestamps, pick up the semolina bread and go home. That’s it.  Back to the securityof my own home, my family…a nice dinner…and then, later in the evening, I’ll bein the arms of my wonderful husband Steven. Now that’s a nice picture.  That Ilike.  Priceless.

 

 

 

"Spearmint and Musk Oil" (Spillwords Press Prompt: The Taste of Memory)

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            …The sun came crashing through my bedroom window thismorning, forcing itself upon my bed through the old screen and pulled up shade.It made a direct hit to my pale face and squinting, sleepy eyes. Only today, itcarried with it a familiar aroma, which it playfully tossed between its goldenrays until the fragrance settled deep into my nostrils. I recognized itimmediately. It was a mix of “spearmint and musk oil”; something I hadn’tsmelled in a long time. It tugged at my heartstrings, and dug up some reallyold feelings I had hidden away some time ago. It was the essence of “him”… theessence of us… the essence of the past… with haunting echoes of the 1970’s andthat New York edge... the haunting memories of what we once were when youth andinnocence were all we knew.

                 I wasparalyzed by these memories of “him” today; the special love we shared, and thewonderful times we spent together. I could still hear the classic rock songsthat thrilled our hearts and souls, as we listened to every word while wrappedin each other’s arms on the linoleum floor of his parents’ living room. Ialways succumbed to that aroma of “spearmint and musk oil” whenever we weretogether. He chewed spearmint gum all the time. It made his kisses so sweet andso sensual, while the musk oil he wore transformed him into that rugged youngman I found so irresistible. I fell victim to his strong arms and his magictouch during all those “yesterdays” – And now, today, I felt it all over again,simply because the aromas of “spearmint and musk oil” have reawakened thosedesires for “him” deep down inside of me. I couldn’t move out of bed. I didn’twant to.

                 Icontinued to take in deep breaths of “spearmint and musk oil” which permeatedmy bedroom like a humongous cloud overhead. I became intoxicated and did notwant to let go of this moment. However, it let go of me.  The “spearmint and musk oil” dissipated asquickly as it came, and left behind the memories of a past love. With a faintsmile upon my lips and a few teardrops from my eyes, I had to say goodbyeagain. As elusive as “spearmint and musk oil” had become over the years, Ilearned today that I will always miss him.

 

"Isobel" - THIRTEEN DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 2025 (SPILLWORDS PRESS)

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  “Isobel”

Halloweensparkle returned once more

Knockingat every welcoming door

Ridingin on amber wing

Invitingall to dance and sing

Glidingalongside the Autumn hue

…While“Isobel” answered to her yearly cue

 

Shewas awakened by each haunting wail

fromMaidens she enticed to the Devil’s Lair

Wearinga smile upon her wicked face

Witch“Isobel” came back, dressed in blackened lace

Shechanted from her book of evil spells

Andspritzed the air with ghastly smells

Shealerted the Young Maidens her presence was near

Strikingtheir souls, igniting their fear

 

TheseMaidens were tortured by Warlocks of Old

Fromcenturies ago, whose hands were ice cold

Theywere forced to dance for Satan himself

Adornedwith wrist bells, and ankle chains, from “Isobel’s” shelf

Eachyear She returned brought the Young Maidens some hope

Forthey begged her to free them, but she told them to cope!

Theirhair all a mess, their white robes stained with blood

Shepainted their faces with strokes of Hell’s mud

 

Knocking at every welcoming door

Riding in on amber wing

Inviting all to dance and sing

Gliding alongside the Autumn hue

…Yet “Isobel” answered to her yearly cue

 

TheMaidens drew strength as they united as one

Theyhad a plan for “Isobel”, which would force her to run

AndShe and the Warlocks would soon learn their fate

Poor“Isobel” underestimated the Maidens, of late

TheMaidens requested fine wine in a chalice

Andpromised to dance, but their intent was pure malice

“Isobel”agreed to serve them fine wine

Sheoffered them biscuits for the evening dine

 

“Isobel”and the Warlocks sat on red cushioned thrones

Whilethe Maidens entertained them to quiet their bones

TheMaidens sang and danced, like ne’er before

“Isobel”and the Warlocks screamed out for more

TheMaidens in unison stripped down to their skin

Settheir robes all afire, to their audience’s chagrin

Theytossed the burning cloths upon “Isobel” and the Rest

Andwatched them all burn at each Maiden’s behest

 

NowHalloween sparkle returned once more

Knockingat every welcoming door

Ridingin on amber wing

Invitingall to dance and sing

Glidingalongside the Autumn hue

…butDear “Isobel” will no longer answer her cue!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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        I am so happy to bring all my books on Amazon (Ebook / Paperback), to audiobooks format (virtual voice), for your listening pleasure - at discounted prices too! There are audio book specials as well through Amazon. You must check it out. It really is something unique, refreshing and enjoyable.

        Sometimes it is just so great to sit back and relax while someone else reads to you. Remember how wonderful that was as a child. Well, now you can enjoy it as an adult. Allow virtual voice to become your new literary friend, who will sit beside you and read until you fall asleep, or read to you just because you simply enjoy it. So please feel free to check out my link below, and select audiobook. 

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"The New America" (Spillwords Press Prompt: Echoes of a Silent City)

 

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“The New America”

         I must bedreaming. Either that, or I have been transported to the “Twilight Zone”. Yes,that must be it. This is the “Twilight Zone” and I don’t like it one bit. Whereis everybody? Yesterday, I was dodging traffic to get to the crowded bank so Icould cash my paycheck; and then I was dodging pedestrians, joggers andbicyclists to get to the local pizza store for a tantalizing slice of Brooklynpizza. Now, no traffic, no people, no voices, and no sirens from fire engines,police cars or ambulances as they rush off to emergencies. Nothing! - and whereare those aromas of espresso, cappuccino, Italian pastries, or freshly bakedbread from the corner Café/Pasticceria? Yesterday the wind carried thosewonderful aromas through the air straight to my waiting nostrils... Oh geez, Idon’t understand what is happening. “Today”, I am missing everything that Itook for granted "yesterday".

 

         Where are myneighbors who usually sat out on their stoops everyday making small talk, orsimply gossiping about everyone else? This cannot be happening! Could this be“Armageddon”? Maybe the “Rapture” occurred, and I was left behind? I know I wasnot a perfect person, but I sure as hell was not the worst in the world. God,I’m a believer, and I accept Jesus Christ as my Savior. Do you hear me? Are youout there somewhere? Did you forget about me?

 

         Oh this is notgood. The air is thick, I can hardly breathe; and not a breeze is upsetting onestrand of hair on my head. This is stranger than strange. I need to get to myhouse to check on my family. Oh, this is the loneliest walk I have ever takenin my entire life. Each and every shop is closed and so dark inside. TheSupermarket is locked and empty just like the Pharmacy next door. The bagelshop is closed too. Where are all the people rushing off to work with a bageland coffee in hand? This is insanity…Oh God, help me! There is my house. Atleast it is still standing. It looks dark and devoid of life, like everythingelse around me! I fear what I might find.

 

         Okay, let’s tryto be rational here. There is an explanation for everything – I hope. Now justput the key in the door as usual, open the door and wait for your sweet cockerspaniel to greet you with tail wagging, as he does his “doggie dance”… What thehell? The key will not open the door… It's the wrong key! I can't find theright key! What happened to my key? I must have dropped it through the chaos!Where is my key? ... Okay, ring the bell. Someone will answer. Ring it again!One more time! - Nothing! No one! Not even the dog. Where do I go from here? Idon’t know what to do. I guess I’ll keep walking. I am bound to run intosomething…or someone.

 

         I am gettingexhausted. My feet hurt and I am losing the ability to think. This ismind-boggling… Oh wait a minute. I see something in the distance. Is it myimagination, or do I see an airplane? Yes! Yes! It’s a plane. Someone isyelling “Get on board! Hurry! Last flight out!” – As tired as I was, and withaching feet, I began to run towards that plane – the first sign of life today.A man was waving me on telling me to hurry, and hurry I did. I boarded that planeand found one empty seat to sink my aching body into. People were calling outmy name. I turned to find my family, friends and neighbors wearing smiles ontheir faces and sighs of relief that I made it to the plane. As I smiled rightback at all of them with an immeasurable joy and peace, I heard the pilotannounce to all of us that we must fasten our seat belts as we were ready fortake-off. I fastened my seat belt as did the other passengers, but I still hadmore questions than answers. What just happened to me?

    

         As we were in theair, the pilot made another announcement. He said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, andall loving pets, I apologize for this sudden and immediate evacuation put uponyou today, but know we are headed to safety. Our destination cannot be divulgedat this time for security reasons, but rest assured you are no longer indanger. Communist China’s cyber and biological attacks on the United Stateshave begun, and we will not be returning to the United States of America as weknow it. Your country will soon be destroyed. Your Government has madearrangements for all Americans to begin a new life in a new destination, to benamed “The New America”; and China will soon be obliterated by the UnitedStates Military, never to do harm again. So, sit back and enjoy the flight.” -What??? This is surreal. I saw both horror and relief on everyone's faces...andI saw love.

 

         I knew this couldhappen one day; but certainly not like this. It was as if we were in ascience-fiction movie... So I grabbed a pillow like everyone else who looked asexhausted as I did, and fell asleep; eager and very thankful to be waking up in“The New America”.

 

 

 

"A Sprinkle and a Thrashing" (Spillwords Press Prompt: Personifying "Rain")

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              Have you come by to torment me once again like a thief in the night, pounding at my window, waking me from my sleep, tormenting my heart, adding to my pain? Why? Can’t you just prance away nicely beneath each cloud, with dignity, and move on to someone else who may need you? Why me? Why is it always me? Please! Rain! Rain! Just go away! 

             Oh, my dear girl, have you learned nothing from the past? How many times have you cried yourself to sleep simply because you had a bad day at school, at work, or at home with your family, your friends, or your lover? I heard you whisper to me in your dreams how you longed for my soothing touch, how you longed for my loyal friendship. Yes  - you longed only for me - sweet  “Rain” - to come pouring down and bathe you with my succulence as you fell to slumber. Oh dear girl, I did that for you…I cried my eyes out so you would find some peace and comfort in the sound of my unique voice au naturel, while you hid beneath the covers on your bed. I tapped at your windowsill in unison with the wind, and waited patiently until you fell asleep. Then I quietly left you. I answered your call and came by to comfort you through a simple sprinkle or a thrashing outburst of my liquid gold. Now that I have been aimlessly lurking around you because of Mother Nature’s request to bless the earth with my magical touch - so fresh, and so moist in all of its glory; so clear as a mountain spring; and so lovely as a limpid lake, you want me gone! You no longer have any use for me, when I had been with you from childhood to adulthood. Such a sad tale.

            Oh “Rain”, what do I need to do to make you move on. Please understand I no longer find your visits and your sprinkle comforting. I have tired of your thrashing outbursts. I no longer desire your damp touch from your moistened presence. You enhance my fear and loneliness as I struggle through my day, or hide beneath the covers on my bed when evening comes. You are always there, without me whispering to you through my dreams. You come uninvited. I do not need you at this point and time in my life. Now I am asking you, please go away and let me be. I now find comfort from the brilliant Sun that warms my soul and kisses my cheeks. I embrace the enchanting Moon that lights my way through every darkness. I welcome the Winter snow that blankets my world with the essence of  Heaven, by every snowflake that falls to earth. Maybe one day I may invite you back into my life like an old friend, but today I am begging you to leave me for now. 
  
            Very well then. Mother Nature is calling me back, so it is time for me to go. If you do not want me to return, just simply tell me tonight from within your dreams. Let your heart speak to me. I will hear you; but remember, without me there will be no April showers or May flowers. There will be no Summer rain to cool the land. There will be no visit from me at your darkest hour, and I will remain dormant in your life. I bid you a farewell…

            … Oh no, what have I done? “Rain” where are you? The Sun is gone, the Moon is bright yet silent, the Winter Snow has not yet arrived, and I long for your visit in my loneliness. I long for your touch and your comforting sprinkle of liquid gold – even your thrashing against my window was music to my ears. I remember now how you were there when no one else was. You loved and comforted me as a child, through adulthood. Please “Rain”, hear me call out to you from my dreams and from my heart tonight. Hear my whisper, hear my voice. I miss you so. I long for your return. Your syncopated rhythm was magical, as you tapped at my windowsill. I slept in peace as you watched over me. You gave me strength to face another day. Please “Rain”, please return to me in my hour of need! Please! You must!

        …and “Rain” returned to me, like an old friend, with a sprinkle and a thrashing that brought both joy and comfort to my soul. I embraced “Rain” as I fell to slumber, while “Rain” sang me to sleep with her moistened lips and dulcet voice, once again. She sang a lullaby to me from Nature’s playlist, and I heard a faint echo in my dreams that promised my precious “Rain” would be back tomorrow night and many nights to follow… What a fool I had been, but how thankful I have become. 
    

A Sprinkle and a Thrashing (Spillwords Submission - Personifying "Rain")

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              Have you come by to torment me once again like a thief in the night, pounding at my window, waking me from my sleep, tormenting my heart, adding to my pain? Why? Can’t you just prance away nicely beneath each cloud, with dignity, and move on to someone else who may need you? Why me? Why is it always me? Please! Rain! Rain! Just go away! 

             Oh, my dear girl, have you learned nothing from the past? How many times have you cried yourself to sleep simply because you had a bad day at school, at work, or at home with your family, your friends, or your lover? I heard you whisper to me in your dreams how you longed for my soothing touch, how you longed for my loyal friendship. Yes  - you longed only for me - sweet  “Rain” - to come pouring down and bathe you with my succulence as you fell to slumber. Oh dear girl, I did that for you…I cried my eyes out so you would find some peace and comfort in the sound of my unique voice au naturel, while you hid beneath the covers on your bed. I tapped at your windowsill in unison with the wind, and waited patiently until you fell asleep. Then I quietly left you. I answered your call and came by to comfort you through a simple sprinkle or a thrashing outburst of my liquid gold. Now that I have been aimlessly lurking around you because of Mother Nature’s request to bless the earth with my magical touch - so fresh, and so moist in all of its glory; so clear as a mountain spring; and so lovely as a limpid lake, you want me gone! You no longer have any use for me, when I had been with you from childhood to adulthood. Such a sad tale.

            Oh “Rain”, what do I need to do to make you move on. Please understand I no longer find your visits and your sprinkle comforting. I have tired of your thrashing outbursts. I no longer desire your damp touch from your moistened presence. You enhance my fear and loneliness as I struggle through my day, or hide beneath the covers on my bed when evening comes. You are always there, without me whispering to you through my dreams. You come uninvited. I do not need you at this point and time in my life. Now I am asking you, please go away and let me be. I now find comfort from the brilliant Sun that warms my soul and kisses my cheeks. I embrace the enchanting Moon that lights my way through every darkness. I welcome the Winter snow that blankets my world with the essence of  Heaven, by every snowflake that falls to earth. Maybe one day I may invite you back into my life like an old friend, but today I am begging you to leave me for now. 
  
            Very well then. Mother Nature is calling me back, so it is time for me to go. If you do not want me to return, just simply tell me tonight from within your dreams. Let your heart speak to me. I will hear you; but remember, without me there will be no April showers or May flowers. There will be no Summer rain to cool the land. There will be no visit from me at your darkest hour, and I will remain dormant in your life. I bid you a farewell…

            … Oh no, what have I done? “Rain” where are you? The Sun is gone, the Moon is bright yet silent, the Winter Snow has not yet arrived, and I long for your visit in my loneliness. I long for your touch and your comforting sprinkle of liquid gold – even your thrashing against my window was music to my ears. I remember now how you were there when no one else was. You loved and comforted me as a child, through adulthood. Please “Rain”, hear me call out to you from my dreams and from my heart tonight. Hear my whisper, hear my voice. I miss you so. I long for your return. Your syncopated rhythm was magical, as you tapped at my windowsill. I slept in peace as you watched over me. You gave me strength to face another day. Please “Rain”, please return to me in my hour of need! Please! You must!

        …and “Rain” returned to me, like an old friend, with a sprinkle and a thrashing that brought both joy and comfort to my soul. I embraced “Rain” as I fell to slumber, while “Rain” sang me to sleep with her moistened lips and dulcet voice, once again. She sang a lullaby to me from Nature’s playlist, and I heard a faint echo in my dreams that promised my precious “Rain” would be back tomorrow night and many nights to follow… What a fool I had been, but how thankful I have become. 
    

Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away ("Swiftly")

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                  Time passes as “Swiftly”as the ocean waves…

Splashing against therocks

Tapping its syncopatedfingers in the sand

fondling the frightenedshore

Repeating its wildthrashing

Leaving the shoreline sore

Remorseless as itretreats

A relentless tide speaks

Changing at the behestof the moon and the sun

Relaxing for a moment,when the day is done

 

Dreams pass as “Swiftly”as the night…

Leaving the fantasy behind

As it greets themorning light

Always keeping our heartswondering

Our minds pondering

And our souls thundering

Holding us captivethroughout the day

Moment to moment,leading the way

Until it brings usback into its fold

Teasing us with itsnocturnal gold

 

Love passes as “Swiftly”as the lightning…

Kissing us good-bye withicy lips

Leaving a mark fromits cold fingertips

Promising its return ina fine fickle way

Inviting us back intoits heart to play

It will blanket uswith joy

Could this possibly bea ploy?

We fall for it every time

Because love is sosublime

And its charm ringslike a chime

 

Life passes as“Swiftly” as a bird in flight…

Soaring high in puredelight

Elusive at every turn

No time to catch up,no time to learn

On our own we spreadour wings

The years dissipatewhile death pings

Have we accomplished allour goals on earth

as life prepares for arebirth?

Are we prepared for ourinevitable good-byes?

Did we live in truthor exist in lies?

 

Swiftly…Swiftly…Swiftly

We are on that softcloud riding high

Destination – Heaven’sgate

Some will make itthere; others will wait

Many will remain inlimbo to contemplate

Many souls will fallto fire

Many souls will jointhe Angels’ Choir

Many hearts will sing;many hearts will tire

Swiftly…Swiftly…Swiftly

Lights dimming, downto the wire…

Poetry and Fiction - "Golden Friendships"

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“Golden Friendships”

 Golden Friendships that once were

GoldenFriendships that did occur

GoldenFriendships of long ago

GoldenFriendships so glad to know

 

Theynever die as years go by

Theyoften glow in my mind’s eye

Theylive in memory forevermore

Eachvisit there, I still adore

 

Aswe long to meet and greet again

Nothingmore priceless than a friend

Thosedays in Brooklyn will never end

Freshin our hearts, forever penned

 

Whenstreets were playgrounds

Ourloud laughter, love sounds

Wewould chase down the ice cream truck

InDays of Summer – what luck!

 

Wewould follow its music down each city block

Vanilla!Chocolate! I tripped on a rock!

Themusic still blaring, I’m back on my feet

Runningmuch faster to capture a treat

 

Thencame the man who offered us rides

On atruck that teased every child

Hewould pull up, with a huge smile on his face

Drivingeach one of us wild

 

Therewas the “Whip” and “Flying Tiger”

A “FerrisWheel” too

Twenty-fivecents a ride

Withempty pockets, what were we to do!

 

We’drun home for a quarter

Inhopes he’d still be waiting on our corner

Andthere he was, to our delight

Whata heck of a ride we were on tonight!

 

Therewere backyard birthday parties

Spinthe Bottle too

Akiss for me and a kiss for you

Sodaand chips and birthday cake too!

 

Therewere balmy nights out on the “stoop”

Sweatingand bored in our own little group

Playing45’s on our portables

Oh Yes!Oh Yes! We were back in the loop!

 

Wecarried these record players

Aroundlike suitcases

Stillsweating like heck

Withred, raw smiling faces

 

Therewas the corner candy shop

Oldfashioned and fine

Everythinga penny, a nickel, a dime

Bazookagum, potato chips, candy galore

Icepops, ice cream, trading cards and more

 

Littledrinks in wax bottles,

Candybuttons on a strip

We’dbuy them all up, by our third trip

Longingfor a milk shake, and our next sip

 

Whenthe Winter rolled in

Thefun didn’t stop

We’dbuild snowmen across the street

Inthe old Church lot

 

Ourfeet would be cold

Ournoses all red

Butwe didn’t mind

Wefollowed the day, wherever it led

 

ColorTV came into play

Imaginethat as part of our day!

Sowe ran to each other’s house

I tip-toedin like a mouse

Toshare this gift with each family

Itwas one huge jamboree!

 

Yes!Each family bought one

Wecelebrated with glee

Thoughtthis day would never come

Butit did happily!

 

GoldenFriendships -

Icherished them all

Stilltoday, we do stay in touch

Butnot every day, and not very much

 

Perhapsa quick phone call

AChristmas card too

Butthere is always laughter, nostalgia

Andlove, to name a few

 

We giggleat the days we were blessed to have shared

Whenour souls and our hearts lovingly cared

Atime when our parents were all family

Wewere everyone’s children

GoldenFriendships – and me!