I ran as fast as I could. After all, our darling James had been
knifed! I raced up the front steps. The half-tamed fox, Granny's
familiar, Reynardine looked at me impassively from her place on one of
the wicker chairs. She yawned, showing a mouthful of wickedly sharp
teeth and stretching out her elegant black legs. I had no time to
scratch her head.
I dashed into the house, grabbed the
phone. The girl on the 911 line said the ambulance would be there in a
few minutes. I slid down the wall to the floor, my hand pressed to my
chest, gasping. I'd seen the attacker's face, briefly. It WAS Jus
Glaser. I was sure of it! Obviously, he'd been thinking to pick up a
little extra cash from selling our things at Diddy's Pawn Shop in Royal
Oaks, the louse! Sure, he was handsome as a new born colt, but so what?
He was the ultimate bad boy, unpredictable and wilder than hell! My
sister had been crazy to have him in our house! No doubt he'd given our
place a quick scan, eyeballing what he wanted to steal when he knew
we'd be in the back of our property celebrating Lughnassah.
Well,
if there was a lineup identifying him I'd certainly try to be there.
This time when he was convicted he wouldn't just be going to a
correctional facility he'd be headed for the big house, hopefully. I
could hear the wail of the ambulance siren in the distance. Out the
door I dashed and down the steps. Granny was kneeling on the grass next
to James. Matilda was standing, looking like she was going to faint.
The ambulance pulled up and the paramedics jumped out. In a moment they
had James on a stretcher and had lifted him. James eyes were closed.
He was very pale and seemed unconscious. We got in the Tracker to
follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Hello. I'm writer Antoinette Beard/Sorelle Sucere. Welcome to my blog, which is dedicated to all the loving, intelligent, brave, wise, strong, gentle, kind, sweet-and-geeky, humble-and-patient, --- whether they have hands, paws, hooves, wings, fins, or even, --- yes, flippers, --- and to all eager readers and hard-working authors, everywhere.
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I love all creatures. I consider them, all of them, to be sentient beings... I write thrillers, fantasy, mysteries, gothic horror, romantic adventure, occult, Noir, westerns and various types of short stories. I also re-tell traditional folk tales and make old fairy tales carefully cracked. I'm often awake very early in the morning. A cuppa, and fifteen minutes later I'm usually writing something. ;)
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