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The Storm – 3

She dropped her lace glove in front of the big vase of flowers her daughter had sent, then sighed as she settled in an armchair by the fire and propped her bare feet up on the footstool. Her head drooped and before she knew it the sun was streaming through the windows and the fire had been reduced to embers.
“Rita, I’m back” came a voice through the livingroom doors.
“In here” she called back.
“Comfy?” asked the man who came in, he quirked his eyebrows at her position than took in the fancy midnight blue evening dress she wore “You look lovely” he said as he dropped his suitcase on the floor and brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“There was a dinner for my theater group last night, one of our patrons was nice enough to treat us” she explained.
“Nice?” he asked.
“Well, he did wonder if we might put on a production of Macbeth this season”
He snorted “of course”
Rita shrugged “We didn’t know what to do after we finished The Miracle Worker, and anyway, it could be worse than Shakespeare’s best play”
“And will you be Lady Macbeth?” he asked trying and failing to hide a smile.
She glared half-heartedly at him “That would really amuse you wouldn’t it?”
“It would be rather fitting” he smirked but she just waved him away.
“Go on with you” she said “I just want to sink into a warm bath and never leave”
“Alright” he paused at the door “Do you really think Brian would be so foolish as to try to find the girl?”
“I hope not, I don’t want to lose my only son” she said staring into the fireplace as though it held the answer. Slowly than faster she began to chant, flames leapt up the chimney and out into the room, the sparks became a colorful swirling riot as scenes began to take shape in them.

“Brian” Della knocked on his door and grinned when she heard him groan in reply “it’s sunny out today and I have breakfast almost ready” she called through the door.
“Alright, I’m up!” he called back groggily.
She smiled and headed back downstairs, the kitchen was a cool mix of whites and light blues and greens and she couldn’t help but smile every time she walked in, it had taken a lot of work to move the kitchen from one side of the house to the other but it had been worth it to be able to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing on the shore as she made pancakes and fried bacon.
“Yum, what smells so good?” asked Brian walking in fully dressed and leaning up against the wall.
“Breakfast” she sat down two laden plates and added a pitcher of orange juice by the syrup.
The breakfast was devoured in short order even though they spent the whole meal laughing and talking about inconsequential things.
Brian knew he didn’t have much longer to say something but it was getting harder and harder to speak the words as he watched her pull her hair up out of her face and smile at him as he offered to help clear the table.

Rita sighed “He looks happy” she said.
“Is this a problem?”
“It is if he doesn’t tell her” she replied.
“I wonder if it’s that simple, afterall, look at who her grandmother was”
“How can I forget?” Rita asked sadly.

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The Storm – 2

Della had left Brian alone while she cooked supper for them and he was sitting on her comfortable brown wicker sofa with its teal cushions but he wasn’t really comfortable, “Wistful is such a good word for the way I’m feeling now but I can’t figure out why” thought Brian, looking around at the neatly appointed living room, with its stone fireplace, sea green walls and gold bric a brac, it didn’t look like the way he would have thought she would decorate a room but what did he know? Other than the fact that she had more power in her right pinky finger than he had in his whole body, well that didn’t mean much when most people did.
A black cat sauntered up to him and meowed as though asking who he was, “It’s a good question” he whispered to the furry animal who seemed to like him as it jumped up onto his lap.
“Talking to animals?” asked a teasing voice.
Brian turned and saw Della standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she had a white wicker tray filled with steaming dishes. She came in and placed the tray on the coffee table and then placed two plates of shrimp pasta on either side of the silver candlesticks, adding water glasses and a bread basket as the final touches.
Brian resisted the urge to lick his lips at the aromatic scents floating towards him and instead said with a grin, “He started it”
Her eyes widened slightly and she took the cat and sat him on the floor, “how about we eat?” she asked as though trying to change the subject.
The meal was mostly silent but it was a companionable silence and Brian ate slowly, savoring every mouthful as he pondered his choices, “If I don’t tell her then she’ll keep acting as though I shouldn’t know about magic, but if I do tell her….. She might kick me out” he blinked as a new thought occurred to him.
“It’s getting dark… Could I stay here tonight?” he asked, deciding to put his new plan in action.
“Sure! I have several guest rooms, take your pick” answered Della, standing to clear off the table.
“Here” he said taking the tray from her hands, “let me help”
After a delicious dessert of peach pie, Brian excused himself and found a room in the north wing of the house, it was a small room but it had two large windows on each side of the four-poster bed and a desk and bookshelf on the opposite wall.
Brian flopped on the bed and sighed as he thought about his options, “I guess I’ll do it in the morning” he thought, “if I did it now it would be too suspicious”
But falling asleep with large worries on your mind doesn’t make for the most restful night and the lights twinkled in the caves as he relived once again the terror of the night that had changed three lives and made another sure to end soon.

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A Storm – chapter 1

I feel a storm coming, I’m not ready for the bad weather; there is still a half-dozen things I should do but that isn’t the storm I’m talking about since I’m used to preparing for the wailing winds and hard-striking rains that plague this island, no I’m sure I hear the lone sound of a motorboat off the coast and who would come here? There is an excitement running through my veins that I don’t understand, it’s like something important is going to happen and I stop fastening the purple shutters to turn to the rocky beach and look out over the dark churning waters that are backed by bruised-looking heavy clouds, sure enough, there is a small dark green boat heading towards the only dock on the island, I was to far away to even be able to tell how many people were in it but my curiosity was piqued and I hastily finished closing up the house and flipped my long bright pink highlighted black hair over my shoulder as I walked down to the dock with my hand in my pocket discreetly grasping the long stick of cherry wood that served as my magic wand until I turned 21, gained my full powers and no longer needed anything to focus my magic. The grey-green rocky cliff had natural flat shelves that made excellent steps and I moved down them quickly, stopping warily when I saw the young man climbing out of the boat, he had shiny red hair pulled into a ponytail and was nearly as pale skinned as me but his gray eyes reflected the stormy sea as he turned to me and waved a friendly greeting “Hi, my boat is about out of gas and I was hoping someone here might have some I could buy” he said sticking his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
I nodded “Yeah, I have some up at my house but you’ll have trouble getting back to the mainland in this weather” I said as rain began to sprinkle down.
He nodded and grimaced at the sky “I don’t know what I was thinking, coming so far out, I guess the sirens were calling to me to much for me to turn around” he said grinning as we walked up the steps.
I smiled back calmly but I wondered if he was serious, the sirens did occasionally come out to tempt lone sailors but I thought after the last time they would have realized I wasn’t going to let them get away with such nonsense.
We reached the house and I walked into the little stone shed behind the house finding a can of gas and handing it out to him.
“Thanks” he smiled and said “I guess I ought to introduce myself, I’m Brian” he held out a hand and I shook it as I came out of the shed “I’m Adelecia, Della to most people”
Before we could say much else the wind gusted furiously and I yelled “we should get inside”
We pushed the door to, then shed our jackets as we walked into the livingroom while the wind howled loudly outside.

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