Her gaze shifted to the inscription below the stem of the rose. “Love, Loyalty and Friendship I give to thee. For now, for always thru eternity,” she murmured.
Her finger hovered over the words as an inkling of a memory flashed. She knew this saying, had read it or… someone had spoken the words to her. She placed her hand on the cool panel, but gasped and stepped back in surprise as the stained-glass warped and shifted as if being melted away.
Briar knew she dreamt. The fog-like stillness, the way her limbs moved without effort prove her point, along with the fact she no longer slept in the comfort of her own bed but wandered the halls of a house she knew only in her dreams. Cloaked with the cover of night and only light filtering in from the moon’s brilliance, she could make out the nineteen-century furniture and wall décor.
She didn’t wear her lace gloves to hide her webbed hands when alone in his company. He loved that she trusted him in this way. She thought the webbing proved a defect, but he loved her and everything about her, webbed fingers, toes, and
The word husband sliced like a knife, but her mother seemed to take the jab as no more than an annoying bee sting to be swiped away.
“In due time,” Maori said with a shrug and tossed her long golden braid over her shoulder as if it were in her way. “I’d like to catch up with you first.” Her expression softened and appeared hopeful.
Despite her reasons for leaving Sirena, perhaps the woman did care for her daughter. Sirena believed the Merrows could not resist the call to the sea, and legends always held a bit of the truth, but Maori Seafair had returned. It had to be for a good reason.
So, this was Sirena’s mother, Jack thought with curiosity. Sirena had told him all about her, of course. Maori Seafair had been born a Merrow, a purebred, though with her standing there in a flowered skirt, flowing white blouse, and barefooted, she appeared as human as he until he met her eyes.
Sirena’s mother abandoned the family when Sirena was only a teenager. She’s suddenly come back for a visit and has brought with her a surprise.
Today I’m sharing a snippet from Yo Ho Ho and Buttered Rum Sundae that will be released sometime in the summer of 2022. This is the 2nd tale with Sire
Come join me today at the Muzeo! Read below for all the details about the fun event for this holiday season! There’s nothing like twinkling white lights, the sound of a train whirring around a tree and, of course, elves to help you get into the spirit of the season! Join us on Sunday, December 5th at 1:00pm to enjoy a special afternoon of Victorian Christmas storytelling set within the Muzeo Express model train exhibit in the heart of Anaheim. Space is very limited so you will want to reserve your spot soon at the link below! Link: https://www.eventbrite.com/…/dickens-christmas-stories… Local …
He wanted to do a fist pump and yell ‘yes!’ but since it probably wouldn’t go over well, so he settled on saying, “That would be perfect.”
“Sometimes, yes,” he told her and wanted to tell her so much more. He missed being able to share his dreams and his worries with someone who really cared about him. He was always on his guard of late, never knowing if what he said would end up in the news, and if it did, it was never an exact quote, but something contorted to fit the story they were after. “Eastyn–”
