Phyllis P. Colucci's Blog
May 11, 2026
"Where the Bells Toll"
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Past the mountains and through the trees
Riding upon the wings of a Summer breeze
Way down yonder, where rivers flow
Echoing sweetly, along the winding road
Whispering melodies, in unison, do sing
For it is there you will hear “The Bells” ring
“The Bells” reach the ears of the AudubonFlight
Who respond in formation, and hum in delight
The rabbits run wild; the deer escape to thewoods
They timidly peek through dense shrub and bush
All nature wakes to dulcet sound
Joyful hearts beat all around
The Autumn hue falls silently
The vibrant leaves dance poignantly
The crunch beneath every footstep
Speaks of the bounty nature will bring
Still “The Bells” over yonder faintly ring
Harmonies spring up, fit for a King
It is Heaven’s way of saying “Hello”
This time it will bring the falling snow
Where daylight fades to an early slumber
White frost covers the Autumn umber
“The Bells” over yonder rise and sing
Again, they whisper with a honeyed ring
Springtime awaits ‘round the bend
Soon floral perfumes “Spring” will surely send
More gifts from Heaven and Nature alike
As we welcome the magic in sheer delight
And “The Bells” over yonder rise and sing
They capture our hearts with every ring
We do not know why “The Bells” Toll
They come, they go and they warm our soul
The animals wonder too, with eyes aglow
Some things remain sacred, we may never know
“The Bells” are our constant; over yonder theydwell
They will continue to ring –
A story we will continue to tell!
…and I yearn to see you one more time
Just a meet and greet would work out fine
Do you hope and dream I may meet you there ?
Where we may frolic in the shadows of Summer’sflair ?
Where “The Bells” do toll for lovers too ?
As the ringing calls out to me and you ?
“The Bells” are our constant; over yonder theydwell
They will continue to ring –
A story we will continue to tell!
…and we do not know why “The Bells” Toll
They come, they go and they warm our soul
Each day I listen, I feel my heart glisten
I am tempted to follow the haunting tune
down to the coastline, near “Lovers’ Dune”
Hoping my steps lead me to you
…for I yearn to see you one more time
Just to share a bottle of ruby red wine
“The Bells” are a spectacle we don’t quiteunderstand
They echo through the wind and bless the land
I beg of you to listen to their magic as itcalls
…The ringing, the chiming amongst thewaterfalls
All I have left of you is a photograph
It brings a tear or two, perhaps a laugh
…Again, I am tempted to follow the hauntingtune
Down to the coastline, near “Lovers’ Dune”
Will Ifind you where “The Bells” Toll ?
Will you hear me call your name into thebreeze ?
Will you know it is me waiting ‘neath thetrees ?
If so, please let your spirit wave
…as I pull up a chair and sit at your grave
“The Bells” are our constant; over yonder theydwell
They will continue to ring –
A story we will continue to tell!
April 4, 2026
"The Hand She Dealt to Me" (An Excerpt from my dialogue-driven Novel) ("Malocchio")
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MALOCCHIO: “Malocchio” is an Italian term which means "evil eye" (Mal-Occhio). It comes from a strong gaze orstare from someone envious, wanting to cause someone else bad luck, illness, ormisfortune. Keep in mind the strong gaze or stare may also come from aninnocent admiration; but the results are the same. It leads to intense headaches and/or nausea for anyone who is a victim of“malocchio” (Adult, child – anyone). Italians protect themselves by wearing horns (plastic,silver, gold) - pinning small horns to their children’s underclothes; hanginglarge plastic horns from their rear-view mirrors in their cars. They even tryto fight “malocchio” off with horned hand gestures if they sense a maliciousperson around them.
...Removing “malocchio” involves a person whoserves as a healer (who is usually a friend, neighbor or relative who knows howto do this, through prayer, in order to break the curse.) Some healers may haveother rituals they use to help those afflicted by “malocchio”. If the healer was unable to remove the curse, theywould inform the person who contacted them for help that they were not a victimof “malocchio”, and what they had was simply a bad headache or a stomach virus.Many times the person truly afflicted with “malocchio”, would call the “healer”back, after an hour or so, to thank them as they were fully healed and feelingbetter again; however, the healer already knew that... Insanity to some,amazing to others.
Hereis an Excerpt from my dialogue-driven Novel, “The Hand She Dealt to Me” - (Malocchio, Psychic, Tarot, Crime, Drugs,Mafia, Family, Friendship, Love, Betrayal, Revenge) – written by Phyllis P. Colucci (aka“fictiontarot”):
https://www.amazon.com/Hand-She-Dealt-Me-ebook/dp/B00E151LJO
…You started it Mom. Look at you… Don’t give me the “evileye”.
The evil eye! Oh you mean “malocchio” Julia? That comes in handy sometimes.
Whatever you call it Mom. I remember when Grandma used to do thatthing she did. She looked weird when shewas doing it. Why did she give the evileye?
What? She didn’t give the evil eye Julia, she took it away. Don’t make a mistake now about what yourGrandma did. She would never give theevil eye to anyone. She took it awaywith her words and prayers, which she said in Italian.
I remember Mom. She looked really weird doing that thing.
I know, but it was all part of theprocess. Do you remember all the phonecalls she got from family and friends asking Grandma to take their headachesaway? They all thought that they hadgotten the evil eye from someone during the course of the day. You were so young at the time, but you wouldwatch her in awe, amazed at the way she looked in her little trance. You were too young though to reallyunderstand what she was doing. I wouldjust say to you that Grandma prayed in funny ways and that we should let her befor a while, just to distract you from her. You would accept that and go back to playing with your dolls; butGrandma never turned anyone away. Shewould stop whatever she was doing and take a seat in her big old chair in thecorner of her living room, and begin to pray and chant. Sometimes heavy tears would roll down hercheeks for minutes upon minutes, and she would yawn endlessly throughout herlittle prayer session. It was somethingto see. I was amazed by it. It was almost like she was possessed for ashort time. Her face would get beet redand she would exist in her own little world for a while. Once the tears and yawning stopped, she’dcall up the person she was praying for only to find out that their headache hadgone away. Grandma would say “Oh, theywere overlooked. They had it bad”.
What does that mean, they had it bad?
Well that’s what the evil eye isJulia. Someone may have looked at theperson in a strange way, or even in a good way. They may have admired their clothing or their shoes or, unfortunately,wished them harm with a nasty look. That’s why they call it “malocchio”, which means bad eye, evil eye. Isn’t that something Julia? It’s a powerful thing. Grandma said a person can get the evil eyeinnocently. It could come from someonewho actually likes you and just likes looking at you; likes the way you walk,likes the way you talk. You can become“overlooked” by that person for a good reason. That’s why Italian mothers, especially those born on the other side, youknow over in Italy; well they get so upset when people hover over their littleinfants when they walk them in the baby carriages. They feel that the baby can get “overlooked”by people who actually mean well but can innocently put “malocchio” on thebabies by just admiring how cute they are. Sometimes the babies spontaneously end up crying uncontrollably, orbegin suffering with stomach pains, vomiting, with no medical explanation. That’s so sad when babies suffer from“malocchio”. Grandma helped the babiestoo. But it can go both ways, Julia;people could have bad intentions as well as good intentions. Either way, “malocchio” can happen. That’s why some mothers pin those littlegold horns onto their baby’s tee shirts, for protection from “malocchio”. I prefer a gold cross because that littlegold horn on an infant is a little out there for me. I’m not even sure if they still do that asmuch today. I know you might laugh atthis one though, but when your father and I got married back in the ‘70’s, weweren’t sure what gifts to select for the bridal party. So for the ushers we decided on these one-inchgold horns, which were really classy looking. The guys wore them around their necks, traditionally to keep the evilaway. That was a popular thing to wearback then, for men. It was actually agreat gift, a welcomed gift. Lots ofguys even hung these great big plastic horns in red or beige on their rear-viewmirrors in their cars too. You’relaughing Julia. This was a thing backthen, what can I say?
An Italian thing. What did you give the bridesmaids as gifts,garlic?
Oh now you’re making fun of me. We gave the girls very feminine tri-gold,braided bracelets that smelled like garlic.
Are you kidding me Mom?
Yes, Julia I’m kidding you. We did give them bracelets, no garlicthough. I’m just humoring you. Gosh…But listen. Back to Grandma, I remember her telling methat once she started to cry and yawn, cry and yawn, cry and yawn, she wasactually taking the evil from that person and bringing it on to herself whereshe would stop it in its tracks with her prayers. If she had no tears and no yawns, she’d callthe person up and tell them it’s just a regular headache, take twoaspirins. I found that hilarious. She was like a doctor – take two aspirins andcall me in the morning. But Julia, it’sreally unique stuff - isn’t it? I grewup with it, I saw it firsthand.
It’s kind of creepy if you askme. I think it’s an old wives’ taleMom. I don’t think “malocchio” exists.
I don’t know Julia. I’ve seen Grandma in action and she got itright with everyone who called her. Sheknew right away if someone was suffering from “malocchio” or if it was just aregular headache. There’s a lot to besaid for the old timers and their old-world ways. Just because something seems illogical tous, that doesn’t mean it can’t be real.
You mean their old-worldsuperstitions Mom. Come on, you don’treally believe in that stuff - do you?
I don’t think many people practicethat today since that generation is dying out, but who’s to say whether or not“malocchio” does or doesn’t exist. Whether I believe it or not, I know what I saw with grandma. To me, seeing is believing.
Well just in case, please stoplooking at me like that Mom. I don’tneed the evil eye on me. Do you know howto do this “malocchio” thing if I come home with the evil eye?
Unfortunately, I don’t Julia. You’ll have to stick to aspirin and hope forthe best. Sorry honey. When Grandma tried to teach it to me, shesaid it had to be learned at midnight on Christmas Eve. I didn’t have the patience to learn it,especially since I really didn’t speak Italian that well and the entire prayeror chant had to be said in Italian. Soto this day, I don’t even know what the words are. I think it had something to do with two headsof an animal, or two eyes of a lamb. I’mnot sure. I really don’t rememberit. It was a little strange, I have toadmit. I also found it kind of ironicthat Grandma and her friends would do this thing, yet get themselves to masseach morning; and every Sunday. They’ddo “malocchio” one minute, then run to church and make novenas the next. Actually it’s comical when you think aboutit. These old ladies, including grandma,were the cutest, most innocent women you’d ever want to meet. They were kind and sweet, and always willingto help someone. They were very proud oftheir traditions and very proud of being Catholic. To them they were always working for thegood. No matter what it was; praying therosary or praying “malocchio.” It wasall good.
Mom, “malocchio” sounds more likeBlack Magic.
Maybe. Maybe not. Who’s to say. I don’t thinkGrandma and the old timers looked at it that way. If anything, they felt they were helpingpeople through prayer with God’s blessing. They didn’t use this to harm anyone, they were doing the opposite intrying to remove the “malocchio”. Intheir hearts they felt they were doing a very good thing.
Well I wish Grandma was here rightnow. She would “pray” you right off ofme. Just like that! If I get a bad headache Mom, it’ll be becauseof the way you’re looking at me right now. You’re overlooking me – and all I said to you was I’ve seen you and Dadin some passionate moments. I only saidthat because you said Mike and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other, andthat we’d probably embarrass the dog if he was alive. Please don’t forget that I am 21 yearsold. I’m not a child anymore. I know the story about the birds and the beesMom.
Oh stop blowing things out ofproportion Julia. You’re sodramatic. You’re not at scene studyclass honey, you’re home in our kitchen. For the record, I am not giving you the evil eye, I’m just communicatingmy thoughts to you through my eyes. Itseems to be working too. Do you see themagic in eye contact? It’s powerfulJulia. Ooooooohhhhh…do you feel thepower?
You’re creeping me out Mom. Your eyes are bulging out of your head. Stop playing around like that. Enough of this voodoo stuff.
Voodoo stuff? I don’t know the first thing about voodoo.
Oh you just know a little somethingabout “malocchio”. You don’t thinkthat’s voodoo?
Julia, all I did was look atyou. Would you stop making a big dealout of it. Now I have to laugh becauseyou’re being so silly. I’m making myeyes bulge on purpose for your benefit dear. Enjoy the moment and lighten up. Consider it mother/daughter bonding; just having a little fun together. Stop being so serious. Come on, I know you want to laugh aboutit. Grandma must be rolling in her graveright now chuckling over this herself.
But Mom, you just gave me a looklike…
Like what? Oh come on now Julia. Stop it. I’m playing with you. My God, Ican’t even look at my daughter anymore. Stop this nonsense and let’s get back to normalcy please.
Whatever normalcy is in thishouse…Sorry! I’m kidding Mom! There you go again with that look. Okay, I’ll let it go. It’s just you Mom, being you. I feel a bad headache coming on...
Are you serious Julia?
Just kidding. Now it’s my turn to enjoy a littlemother/daughter bonding; just having a little fun together. Right Mom?
Oh wonderful. You are such a…a real…you’re such a buster.
Go ahead, you can say the wholething. I’m a real ball buster. I know. I learned it from you.
You are so bad Julia. You learned it from me? Well then, I must be a real inspiration toyou. That’s a good thing. I’m flattered.
February 4, 2026
"The Last Christmas Card" (AllAuthor PROMO Banner)
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A toxic love triangle between three teachers leads Dom down a dangerous path where "Rosa" awaits. He should have walked away, but he couldn't...and it all started with "The Last Christmas Card" by Phyllis P. Colucci. (Ebook, Paperback and Audiobook on Amazon)...
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December 27, 2025
Books! Books! Books! (Ebook, Paperback and Audio formats) - Phyllis P. Colucci (Amazon)
WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF BOOKS !
(Ebook - Paperback - Audio Formats)
SOMETIMES IT IS FEAST OR FAMINE FOR BOTH THE WRITER AND THE READER;
HOWEVER, THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING THERE FOR EVERYONE...
(Contemporary Fiction - Mystery, Suspense, Romance) - and Poetry
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Come meet the delusional psychic named "Amira", from "The Hand She Dealt to Me", who turns the lives of the "Roma" Family upside down and inside out. 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.
https://www.amazon.com/Hand-She-Dealt-Me-ebook/dp/B00E151LJO/
Or perhaps you might enjoy a trip down to the Cellar along with Rosalie, as she is summoned down there by the eerie voices from another dimension. Is the house haunted, or is Rosalie losing her sanity? You must join her and figure this out, because her boyfriend Franco and best friend Maria are losing their patience with her. Only Michael, an old college friend, is willing to save her. Go ahead, open "Voices" and get down to that cellar!
https://www.amazon.com/Voices-Phyllis-P-Colucci-ebook/dp/B00TJKQJQ6?
Maybe you might enjoy a "Novella"? One that is long enough to take you on a literary journey into the lives of Grace and her family - yet short enough so you may walk away in time to make dinner or go out on the town... "Secrets and Lies" is about a family who is threatened by a Mafia boss, betrayed by a once-perfect husband, protected by a handsome lawyer, and blessed by a family priest. One big family secret and one huge marital lie destroy the family dynamic between Grace, her husband, her children, her adoptive parents and her loving cousin. Are you ready for this one? Go ahead, try it!
https://www.amazon.com/Secrets-Lies-Phyllis-P-Colucci-ebook/dp/B01EI644JY/
Now if the above Contemporary Fiction books are not something you care to read at this time, you can always check them out later. I do have something else here that may tap at your curiosity. Why don't you dig into this "Treasure Chest of Words" and select a literary gem of your own. There are poems about love and loss, friendships and family, nature and our four seasons, dedications to famous people and places, and a beautiful mix of anything and everything your heart may desire. So I welcome you to dig into the treasure chest and select something special meant just for you.
https://www.amazon.com/Treasure-Chest-Words-Collection-Original-ebook/dp/B01FL0SJSS?
Now if Poetry is not your thing (or not your thing at the moment), we can go back to another novel, titled "Lives Unbalanced". I think you can almost guess where this is going. - So check it out and come meet "Ramona". She is the special doll that crosses that fine line between the Supernatural and Reality, in order to assist her dear friend "Susan" in avenging her brother Marty's death and also in protecting her from the deranged "Joe". Suspense and Romance drive the plot, with an added twist of mysticism, mystery and revenge. Go for it, if you dare? I promise you this story is "insanely" sane.
https://www.amazon.com/Lives-Unbalanced-Phyllis-P-Colucci-ebook/dp/B07LC4ZLJ5?
Now, I have another novel that will surely interest you, titled "The Last Christmas Card". It is a bittersweet story, sparked by a "Last" Christmas card which raised concerns for Dom. He soon learned a woman he loved more than a friend, was missing. So he set out to find her. You must take this journey alongside Dom, who soon becomes entangled in a toxic love triangle between three teachers - Dom, his dearest friend Rosa, and his new acquaintance Julie, as he searches for his lost love - Rosa. This journey takes Dom down a dark path that nearly destroys him personally and professionally. Dom soon learned that in life the better choice might be to walk away and never look back. His choice to move forward will lead you and Dom to a place where Rosa awaits. Are you ready to make that choice with Dom?
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December 26, 2025
"A New York State of..."
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“A New York State of…”
The clanging of Citibikes
Docking at relentless bike stations
that seem to welcome their vehicular transportsback home
as if they have just returned from war
Sounds like bombs going off
Casualties of war
Sounds like gunshots being fired
Casualties of the big city
Cannot sleep! Cannot hear ourselves speak!
Cannot enjoy a good movie in our living rooms!
Must endure the jolting sounds
that vibrate inside our hearts
Startling us with no remorse
as we recover from near fatal heartpalpitations
Unfair we say! Screw you, they say!
Weremain in a New York state of Chaos!
Weremain in a New York state of…
No one cares! No one listens!
“Cannot fight City Hall” they say
…so true, because our screams have not beenheard
We tried, but they ignore all of us
It’s been several years now
And those metal structures have won
along with the Powers that Be!
They have taken over parking spaces
They have created danger zones
as drivers pull out of those spaces
while bikers roll right on through
risking getting hit by a car
without a care in the world
The bikers blame careful drivers
cursing them out for getting in their way
while the City protects the bikers,
holding drivers liable
giving bikers “carte blanche” on our streets
Weremain in a New York state of Noise!
Weremain in a New York state of Chaos!
Weremain in a New York state of…
Annoyed cab drivers try hard to smile
Forewarned never to idle in the bike lanes
to pick up their “fares”
What are they to do?
They park on the nearest street corner…OMG!
Heartbreaking to watch the elders walk tocorners
Limping with canes to catch their cabs
Slip-sliding on icy sidewalks in the dead ofwinter
Praying they do not fall and break a bone
These bike stations have teased deliverytrucks
who once had a path to our homes
but now must navigate around these bikestations
to deliver packages, furniture and the like
A real circus act…Really…I have seen it
Oh Yes! The Department of Sanitation grins andbears it too…
They simply dance around the bikes and throughthe bike stations
with bags of garbage in hand, from house to truck,and vice versa,
gyrating in between each bike;
So amusing to watch from our windows
Get the popcorn!
Unfair we say! Screw you, they say!
We remain in a New York state of Noise!
We remain in a New York state of Chaos!
We remain in a New York state of…
The NYPD, FDNY, EMS
have lost immediate access from the streets toour front doors
as these mean old bikes laugh out loud incontentment
while those in need sit helplessly in tears
And these bike stations are filled withgarbage…
Coffee cups, soda bottles, old rags,
raunchy used-up masks, and construction debris
Discarded food items are left for the “rat”brigade
Citibike workers come by on occasion to cleanit all up
They push a lot of it to the middle of thestreet
or to the front or back of the bike station
Typical solution from our once great City!
What are we to do?
Absolutely nothing!
We tried…but no one listens…no one cares
Weremain in a New York state of Noise!
Weremain in a New York state of Chaos!
Weremain in a New York state of…
This is New York City, and people have no say
Some of the people anyway…
If you are NOT a Liberal or a Democrat
If you are not part of the far-left movement
Then shut up! Remain silent!
There will be no compromising on the issue
No representation for you “Conservatives”…
Just Noise! Noise! Noise!
that only the “victimized” can hear
Just Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
that only the “victimized” can see
The “Others” are ecstatic
They say it is just like in “Europe”
A Bicycle Eutopia
Unfair we say! Screw you, they say!
We remain in a New York state of Noise!
We remain in a New York state of Chaos!
We remain in a New York state of…
I ask, why don’t you try living with the high-levelof decibels
from the noise pollution at these bikestations every day?
This time in front of your homes,
bouncing off your eardrums,
startling you to the core,
my Dearest Bikers and Politicians!
Then tell me all about your “Utopia”
Your false sense of delight you bask in
…Relocate these belligerent bike stations
to non-residential areas
In front of schools, parks or libraries
In front of stores, nearby subway stations andfactories
That will be “our” Eutopia!
- As everyone wins!
It’s been a while since our eardrums were atrest
It’s been a while since our hearts were calm
It’s been a while since we slept in peace…
Yes, you cannot fight City Hall
Unfair we say! Screw you, they say!
We remain in a New York state of Noise!
We remain in a New York state of Chaos!
We remain in a New York state of…
We just remain!
November 4, 2025
"An Author's Page (A Literary Journey)" (NEW BOOK DESIGN)
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Here is the first Poem in my New Poetry (and so much more) book. Hope you like it:
“Author”
(May, 2022)
Onewho brings the written word to life
throughthe stroke of a pen
orthe tap of a keyboard
Awriter; a poet; a storyteller
Whowrites by night
Whowrites by day
andfollows that dream
whichleads the way
Evenwhile asleep, the pen does talk
Withbody at rest, an “Author” manages to walk
Forthe little writer in one’s head
tellsenchanting stories beyond the bed
‘tilmorning light tips its hat
The“Author” awakens, just like that!
Yes,the one who adorns the blank page
withcharacters that speak to us;
Characterswho perform literary dances
before our eyes, with little fuss
Justpromises of unique journeys
tonew lands and wonderful places
Wherelove, loss, smiles and tears
transpireinto images of striking faces
Bothbliss and woe it often brings
attachedto our very own heartstrings
Newromances, new lovers, new families, new friends…
Newlives, new thoughts, as the winding road bends
Newhopes, new dreams
Entwinedwithin a book cover;
Boundby the name of a “Stranger” -
TheLiterary Lover
…Anda title of unknown origin…
Nodirection; just a hunger from within
Untilwe turn each page,
andtaste life’s glory and taste life’s sin
ThatStranger is an “Author” you may want to know
Whoturns words into magic
andoffers you a ticket to the show
Whoseonly desire
isto befriend and to please
toteach and to guide
andput your mind at ease…
The“Author” invites many
totake that ride of a lifetime
Pilotingupwards,
on alofty, cultured climb
An“Author” asks for nothing in return
Perhapsa bit of warmth; a hint of appreciation
…adeep understanding of painstaking efforts,
…dauntingsleepless nights,
withne’er a time for vacation
Whilethey toil away to create phenomenal stories
inworlds of wonder for you
Theirone true hope
isthat you’ll enjoy the exquisite voyage too
“Authors”strive only to connect
andshare a literary love affair with All
Theywish to introduce you
to“their” enchanting characters from faraway places
whomyou may one day call
…Soonto become your newfound friends,
inyour many “homes away from home”
Whereyou may visit any time -
tosimply marvel, stroll or freely roam
Life,through eyes of an “Author”
is amyriad of images;
Ahodgepodge of puzzles, collages
andmultiple scrimmages
Blazingwith melodramatic scenes
fitfor stately Kings and Queens
Collected,studied, interpreted just right
Piecedtogether and created in ultimate delight
Nowa masterpiece fit to be shared with the world
Sothe human spirit may exist
Througheyes of the readers who come back for more –
Clearlywithin their midst
That“Author” hopes to captivate
througheach word to the very end
Brushedwith a kiss, sealed with a hug
and most certainly lovingly penned
So,if you love “Authors” -
Simplyremember who they are and what they do
thenext time you pick up a book
…Forthat “Stranger” on the book cover
desiresonly to meet you,
andhopes you stop by for a look…
October 31, 2025
"The Mighty Pendulum" (Spillwords Prompt: The Clockmaker's Rebellion)
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Magnificent! I have created “The Mighty Pendulum”. Yes, justone of its kind. The most spectacular clock in the world…An invention thattells time, lives within the beauty of an old wooden Grandfather Clock, yetwill change the world. Yes! Just one push of a unique red button, hidden awayin the back of this magical structure that lives and breathes by its “MightyPendulum”, I will be transported back in time...to an era of my choosing. Iwill change lives and, perhaps, change the course of history. I am in fullcontrol of humanity. It will be the scheme of the Century, unbeknownst to theWorld. Surprise! Surprise!
Hmmm…Let’s go back to the year 1492! Somuch controversy over who really discovered America. Well, I will stick withChristopher Columbus. He is the Man I believe started it all...this should befun; but first, my little red button must be pressed, then a new story willbegin. My finger is shaking...hope this works. There is no turning back...Okay,done! There it goes! “The MightyPendulum” on the move...back and forth...swinging slowly...swingingswiftly...faster...faster...faster!
Oh no, where am I? ... I guess myinvention worked... I think that is him! He is approaching me! With a big swordtoo! What the hell have I done? - “Who are you? Get off my ship! You’redressed like a fool! Where are you from? Speak up now or I’ll cut yourthroat!”
Iwas shaking in my boots. I knew I had better say something... “Ah, hello Sir.You don’t know me, but I know you. You are Christopher Columbus. We are now onthe ‘Santa Maria’, I believe, and you have two more ships – the 'Nina' and the'Pinta'. I read about you in history books. Word is you discoveredAmerica.” He looked at me like I wasinsane, then asked, “How do you know my name? Who are you and what are youtalking about you fool? What is America? I believe I have reached Asia.” Ireplied, “No Sir. I believe you have entered a ‘New World’, and it is called‘America’. This is the Atlantic Ocean, and I know you are Italian, but you aresailing for the Spanish Monarchy; Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand. Trust me.I know what I am talking about. I come from America. In the year 2025.”
Columbus grabbed me by my throat and put hissword to my neck. “2025?” he yelled. I knew he didn’t trust me. Who would? Idon’t know if he thought I was a prophet, a soothsayer or the devil himself;but I knew he was not happy I was on his ship. His crewmen surrounded me. Theywalked like drunken sailors and stunk like sewage. They were loud andboisterous, very intimidating, and dressed like merchants or sailors of theirtime. Columbus wore a heavy cloak, tights, soft shoes and a strange yet noblesailor’s hat. Just like in the history books. With his hands still around mythroat, I begged him to let go of me through bulging eyes; and he did. Hebecame just as curious about me as I was about him.
Suddenly, he dismissed his crew and invited meto share a glass of wine with him so we could talk some more. He had morequestions than I had answers. As we sat on a wooden bench in a corner of theSanta Maria, he stared at me while he tried to figure out who I was and what Iwas doing there. With a friendly grin on my face, I told him I meant no harmand that I was here for reasons I did not understand myself. He nodded withdoubt in his eyes and gulped down his wine. I sipped my wine very slowly, thenrealized I truly had no way of getting back to 2025. The push of a red buttonand “The Mighty Pendulum” got me here, but through the excitement of myinvention, I neglected to figure out how the hell I was to get back home. I wasstuck here in 1492 on the Santa Maria. Columbus had called me a fool earlier,and he was right. Now what do I do?
Columbus demanded to know where I camefrom. I kept telling him about America, and how he was instrumental indiscovering that beautiful land through his voyages and expeditions. I told himhow people in America, especially Italians and Italian-Americans, celebratedhim every year. I said, “You are a celebrity and a hero from where I come from,Mr. Columbus.” He chuckled proudly and said, “Is that so.” I knew I had just broken through that hardexterior of his, which allowed us to start somewhat of a friendship. The maleego amazes me. I learned Columbus had a huge one too, which I planned on usingto my advantage. Then he asked, “How will you get home from here?” I replied,“I don’t know Sir. I was transported here for a reason, and that reason is you.I believe we may be able to work together for the good of the world, Americaand history.” I was not about to tellhim I arrived here through a red button and a “Mighty Pendulum”, and I have notfigured out how to get back home yet. I was very afraid at this point, and Ideserved to be. I played with fire. My plan was sadistic. I wanted to controlthe world, humanity and history through a clock. Now I will suffer theconsequences for sure.
Columbus continued to stare at me, and shookhis head with uncertainty. I could seethe wheels turning in his brain. He had a plan for me. I waited for him tospeak because I had nothing else to say. All I felt was fear at themoment...and then he spoke! He said, “You can stay on the ship until we figureout who you are, where you come from, what you want here, and what we should dowith you. I will make you part of my crew for now. With your gift to see intothe future, we can do great things together. If I find you are the fool Ioriginally thought you were, and you prove yourself to be a fraud, I will slityour throat and throw you overboard”...He poured us more wine, we drank somemore, he got up from his seat, patted my shoulder, and said “welcome aboard”.He then walked away without looking back.
Iknew I had one thing going for me now in order to survive on the Santa Maria;and that was my knowledge of the future through history. Columbus will beamazed by it, and I will get back to America, even if it is in another timeperiod.
October 22, 2025
"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
October 18, 2025
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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.
August 26, 2025
"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.
