Victoria Fairchild meets Walter Sebastian Corbett!  Part 24:   The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga


 

When two forces meet … one evil … the other good-evil … it’s possible all hell will break out. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Weeks went by … no one missed Zelma Struthers.  One Sunday morning someone mentioned Zelma hadn’t been to church for a while … wondered why.  A woman said she thought Zelma had gone to visit her daughter in Florida.  This was about the time she always went.  We’ll be hearing from her in about 3 months she said.

Walter Sebastian was becoming bored with his pretty wife.  She was good as gold … he couldn’t ask for a better wife.  Maybe she was … too good.  Walter Sebastian wanted some action … any kind of action.  Thank God, she was working again.  He had all day to do as he pleased.  Right now, Walter wanted to have some fun.

Walter Sebastian drove to the park, walked around for a while … sat on a bench under a big oak tree.  He was trying to think of something fun to do when he noticed a beautiful blonde-headed woman jogging.

The woman was dressed in black with a pink cap on.  Her sneakers were pink.  Damn, she was beautiful.  Walter Sebastian hoped she’d stop to get a breath here at this very bench he was sitting on.

Be damned if the woman didn’t stop … she walked to the bench, smiled at Walter … sat down.  They struck up a conversation … soon, they were talking up a storm.

What’s your name he asked.  My name is Victoria Fairchild.  Walter extended his hand … told her his name was Walter Corbett.  It’s nice to meet you, Walter.  Victoria’s voice sounded like music … music that made Walter want to … dance with her.  He liked this woman.

Victoria felt strange vibes from this man.  She wasn’t sure if she liked him or not.  There was something … unpleasant? about him.  She couldn’t put her finger on it.

Got to go, Walter.  It was nice meeting you.  Victoria rose to her feet in all her glory … she took Walter’s breath away.

He watched her as she jogged away.  Walter knew he’d be right here tomorrow at the same time.  He wanted to have some fun.  All the while thinking that … Walter felt … just a twinge of … unease.

Walter Sebastian had supper ready for his pretty wife when she got home from the hospital.  He was whistling up a storm.  Grace walked over to him … kissed him on the lips.  All of a sudden Walter wanted her … wanted her in a bad way.  He was so hard.

He picked up Grace, carried her to the bed.  In his mind he could see Victoria Fairchild.  He hurriedly took Grace’s clothes off … with her help.  He didn’t wait to play … he had to get into her now.

He pushed her legs apart … pushed into Grace hard.  He couldn’t stop … Walter kept on until he climaxed.  He saw that Grace had climaxed at the same time.  He was glad because he didn’t have time to warm her up.

The next day found Walter sitting on the same bench at the park.  Sure enough … he didn’t have to wait long … Victoria Fairchild came jogging up the path.  She smiled at him as she slowed down.  Hi Walter!  Victoria sat down on the bench to get her breath.

Walter Sebastian began to get ideas in his head.  He might just have a little fun with Victoria.  He’d think about it as they talked.

To be continued …

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No Longer a Part of This Life …


Sunday, July 12, 2015

 

 

Death… life. Good… bad. Live… die. Happy… sad. To live … we have to feel these things. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

No Longer a Part of This Life …

 

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/aka @GeeGranny on Twitter

 

 

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

She stood watching from a safe distance
As the big, black birds gathered, danced around

What was she thinking as she watched her baby
Being taken away, piece by piece … peck by peck

Swallowed into stomachs of the big, black birds
I felt grief for her … she is bound to feel pain

Someone hit her little baby, a fawn with white spots
It lay on the hot, hot road

Its little soft, brown eyes stared into the blue sky above
No pain … thankfully it never knew what happened

The big, black birds were only doing what they always do
Whether we like it or not … it’s the way of life

Animals die every day … by accident or careless drivers
The big, black birds come to eat … to survive

They come, never knowing they are cleaning up death
Never knowing they are helping man

In a short time, the little fawn’s body was gone
Leaving only a tiny bit of fur, flesh on the road

She turned … walked into the forest alone
She didn’t have a baby anymore

Heartbreaking, I turned my head … grief, pain in my Heart
I had seen this mother and her fawn several times

Saying little prayers asking protection for them
Sometimes, for whatever reason, our prayers aren’t answered

Big, black birds came to feed
Doing only what they always do

They aren’t aware of pain associated with death
Big, blackbirds eat to survive … it’s part of the food chain

I drove up the road … thoughts of the mother doe in my mind
Thoughts of the big, black birds and the food chain of life

Mother doe standing there … watching big, black birds
Helpless to stop Mother Nature …

Life is beautiful as well as ugly
You can’t have one without the other

Big, black birds flew into the sky, stomachs full
Baby fawn no longer a part of this life

 

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

The little fawn with white spots died just a short ways from where we live. It broke my Heart … did someone hit it by accident, or did they deliberately hit it … were they driving too fast?

None of these questions will be answered. Doesn’t matter now. The mother doe is in the woods somewhere … she doesn’t have a child anymore. I understand … I don’t have a child anymore. Isn’t life so sad … as well, as so happy, wonderful?

Tears fall from my eyes as I write this … my Heart is full of pain over a tiny little forest creature no one is aware of. It’s little body disappeared … that fast … big black birds came to eat in death what couldn’t be eaten in life. It’s the way it is. Life and Death and the food chain.

I’m not sure you could describe that as ugly. The big black birds were only doing what they were born to do. It’s just a part of life no one talks about, tries not to see.

If we eat our steaks, chicken, pork … are we being ugly? Or is this just a part of life … a part of the food chain? It’s just the way life is … you nor I … can change it. We walk around with food from death … in our stomachs just like … the black birds who came to eat.

I truly wish I’d never been brought up to eat meat from animals. I can’t bear the thoughts of animals being slaughtered to give me food. No matter … it’s a part of our food chain.

 

 

Photos/poem/note are written/owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

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Who Could Ask For More! Part 23: The Walter Sebastian Saga


Look into faces around you … you never know what you may see. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Walter Sebastian almost danced with glee as he walked toward the store … shore.  He could hear the people down below in the water now.  What a wonderful time they were having.  Walter Sebastian grinned.  Oh, what a beautiful day!

The sun was shining brightly … blue, blue sky … fluffy white clouds … seagulls flying overhead.  The only thing that bothered Walter was the happy sounds of the people down below the pier.  They were too damn happy.

Walter walked to just above the people … the dark shadow in the water was beginning to circle around.  Walter Sebastian looked down at a little girl just beneath him … she never saw him … no one saw him.  He let several drops of blood drip down into her hair.

No sooner than Walter Sebastian did that … the little girl was pulled beneath the water … silently.  Walter Sebastian stood watching … soon … soon, the action would begin.

Be damned if I didn’t forget my Coca-Cola and peanut butter crackers!  Son of a bitch!  Too late to run into the store for some.  Walter Sebastian stayed put … some people went to the movies for entertainment.  Walter made his own ‘movies’ happen … action and all.

A woman turned around … Walter could see fear on her face.  He thought she must be the little girl’s mother.  She began calling for her little girl.  Julie!  Julie!

No sooner than she called Julie’s name … the little girl’s body surfaced right next to the mother.  Her legs were gone … so was half her face.  The woman began screaming … people were running into the water to get to her.  Walter Sebastian loved that … the more people in the water … the merrier.

Walter Sebastian dripped the remaining contents of his vial into the water.  No one noticed the several black fins in the water … Walter felt intense excitement … all hell was gonna break loose!  This was what he lived for!

The sharks struck with such force.  People went flying through the air back into the water only to be grabbed by a shark.  Legs flew through the air, so did arms … and two heads.

Walter was awestruck at what he had caused … this was the best!  He heard people screaming … ‘shark! shark!’

He saw a man trying to crawl out of the water … one of his legs was missing.  He was grabbing at the sand to pull himself … when a shark came out of nowhere … grabbed him by his remaining leg.

The shark jerked the man around like he was a rag doll.  Terrible screams filled the air.  No one saw the man up above on the pier grinning.  No one saw the sharks as they pulled each person under the water one by one until … only a bloody shore remained.  Soon, that washed away as each wave came in.

Quietness filled the air … people stood in shock on the sand.  Walter watched them … this was one of the parts he loved.  The quietness after a disaster.  It never lasted long enough … people began crying for their loved ones.  Medical teams arrived to care for people … everything became noisy again … sirens, screaming … crying.

Walter watched until he became bored.  He walked through the store onto the pier that led to the shore.  Soon … he was on his way home.  He felt alive … this was what life was all about.

Walter Sebastian got home an hour before Grace did.  He had supper made for her … he even had one rose in a glass of water on the table.

Grace came in and exclaimed how homey, good the house smelled!  She felt loved very much when she saw Walter had cooked supper for the two of them.  Spaghetti and meatballs, French bread and butter … a beautiful salad … glasses of iced tea!  Who could ask for more!

To be continued …

One Drop At A Time … Part 22 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga


There are good people in this world … their kindness is like a coat … it hides what’s underneath … no one can see the evilness. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Walter Sebastian looked down into the face of the woman he had fallen in love with.  She was so pretty … now, he had to decide what to do.  He thought he might stay a little longer … see how soon someone missed Zelma Struthers.

He told Grace that Zelma had changed her mind about moving the heavy piece of furniture.  Instead … she was going to take a swim when he got there.  Walter Sebastian told Grace that he told her he’d come back another time to help her, then.  Walter told Grace that he had driven into town to pick up new underwear … he’d had an accident … from all the watermelon he ate yesterday.  That explained his polka dotted underwear under his clothes.

Grace began grinning.  Polka dotted underwear!  I want to see!  She snuggled up tight to him … began unbuttoning his pants, unzipped his zipper.  Walter Sebastian’s pants fell around his legs.  He became erect as Grace played with him.  She loved his purple polka dots … soon they too … fell on floor at Walter’s feet.

Walter Sebastian picked Grace up … took her to bed.  Their kisses were passionate.  Walter couldn’t wait to get inside her … she pulled him tightly to her.  They couldn’t get enough of each other.  The harder he thrust … the harder she pulled him … into her until … the moment of pure exquisite ecstasy.

Walter was glad he came back … at least for a little while.  They showered, got dressed.  Soon, they were in the kitchen making supper.

Several weeks went by … still no word of the missing Zelma Struthers.  Walter Sebastian was curious to if she had family to miss her.  He didn’t want to question Grace … or anyone.  When the day came for everyone to wonder what happened to her … no one would connect him with her.

Grace decided it was time for her to go back to work at the hospital.  Walter Sebastian was glad.  He was beginning to want to go out to find something fun to do.  He missed doing the things he used to do.

There was one thing he’d be very careful about doing from now on.  That was to walk into the ocean with a vial of blood.  He would never do that again.  The shark attack was too fresh in his mind.  No … the next time … he’d stand on a pier and drip blood into the water to see what would happen.  He’d have the best view in the world!

In fact … that was exactly what he was going to do!  He was excited as he drove to his real home … his secret home.  He’d take some of Zelma’s blood in a little vial to the ocean.  He knew just the place.

A couple hours later … found Walter Sebastian standing on Harper’s Pier.  He fondled the little vial in his pocket … he would know the right time to drip the blood into the water.  Why had he never thought about standing from a pier to do this, before?  That damn shark wouldn’t have ever attacked his ass like it did.

Walter watched about twenty people … adults, children alike … play, jump waves in the water.  Happy, excited voices floated on the air to him.  Walter Sebastian smiled … only it wasn’t a smile of being happy for other people being happy.  He only wanted to destroy it for them.

Old Walter Sebastian was quickly coming back to himself since he began to remember … now, he remembered how easily bored he always was … he always wanted to find something fun to do.  Sometimes … he had to make his own fun.

Walter Sebastian walked to the end of the pier … stood a while.  He spotted something dark in the water.  Shark!  Walter grinned …

He slipped the little vial out of his pocket … took the cap off. He let one drop of blood drip into the water.  He soon saw the shark just below him … damn, it was a big one!

Walter Sebastian began walking slowly back toward the store on the pier … and to where people were swimming near the pier … he was letting the blood drip all the way … one drop at a time.

To be continued …

Sweet Flesh and Warm Blood …          Part 21 … The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga


 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

It’s strange how when the curtain of darkness opens to reveal something we forgot … no telling what we’ll remember. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

Walter followed Zelma through the glass doors leading to the pool.  Walter, you go into that room over there and change into one of the men’s swimming trunks.

 

Walter didn’t want to go swimming with Zelma.  Ms Zelma, I don’t have time to go swimming in your pool.  You just came out of the shower …

 

Why, Walter … I thought we’d have some fun.  Walter saw a nasty glint in her eye and her tone of voice changed.  Something wasn’t right.  Why … was she talking to him like this?  Not only that … the sight of those polka dots disturbed him … he kept being distracted by them.

 

Ms Zelma, I have to be home in a short while.  I promised Grace we’d do something together.  I’ll be glad to help you move the piece of heavy furniture.  Can we move it now?

 

Zelma stopped … slowly turned around.  Her face had turned fiery red.  Blazing hell was in her eyes … she was totally pissed off.

 

Walter stood still … like a deer in a spotlight.  What in the world had made this woman so angry?  Walter had no memory of meeting Zelma in the church before … his accident.  He had no memory of doing the awful thing to her … sneezing in her face leaving a booger on her.

 

Zelma had no idea that Walter had lost his memory.  She couldn’t understand why? he was playing games with her.  Damn, she was going to make him pay for embarrassing her in her church in front of her friends.  She wanted to pay him back by making him do something he didn’t want to do.

 

Zelma was angry because he was messing up her plan for him.  She hadn’t had a man in many years since she had put on 100 lbs of weight.  She meant to have a man now … she was going to use Walter for all he was worth, excepting … the bastard wasn’t cooperating!  She was some kind of mad!

 

Walter, you can quit playing games!  You know what you did to me in church!  You embarrassed me in front of God and everybody!  Do you want me to tell Grace that you really aren’t a … nice man?

 

Walter stood there in total shock.  What in the hell was this fat slob talking about!  For a moment his mind almost pulled the curtain back on his memory … he looked inside himself … he began feeling rage.  Oh God!  Forgive me … I am a good man and I don’t want to feel ugly feelings toward this woman!

 

Those damn polka dots began working on him … he had this crazy feeling of wanting to jerk Zelma’s bikini off and … hug the polka dots to himself!  What’s happening to me!  Walter was in a turmoil … his memory began surfacing … his rage continued to build … and he remembered his … passion for wearing polka dotted underwear.

 

Zelma saw his expressions working on his face.  She felt intense excitement … she wanted this man.  He must feel the same way!

 

Walter lost all pretense of being a good man … he was back to being Walter Sebastian.  This bitch was going to pay!  Yes, he remembered her face that day in church …

 

He walked the few steps between them … grabbed Zelma by the hair.  Zelma experienced a thrill go through her body exciting her more.  He wanted her as badly as she wanted a man!  She felt her lips pucker up to be kissed …

 

Walter looked down into her disgusting face … smiled an evil smile.  She interpreted it to be a smile of lust … oh, how he wanted her!

 

Walter bent his head down to kiss her … just as his lips almost met hers … he bared his teeth at her.

 

Zelma had never been so turned on in her life!  Give it to me, Walter!  I want you, Walter!  I’ve needed a man like you for so long!

 

She arched her neck back so, he could kiss and bite her neck.  She couldn’t wait … she needed him … now!

 

When Walter’s teeth touched her neck … Zelma moaned.  Oh my God, it felt so good!  Walter rubbed his teeth on her neck looking for her vein … Zelma cried out in pleasure.

 

Walter went in for the kill  … he bit her neck with such force as she screamed in ecstasy.  The blood squirted into Walter’s face … Walter Sebastian remembered … he loved the taste of blood.  He sucked, drank to his heart’s content as Zelma fell to the ground, dying.

 

When Walter finished … he opened Zelma’s fat thighs … untied the strings that held her bikini on … he pulled it off.  My God, the woman had a big-ass forest down there!

 

He rolled Zelma over … untied  her bikini top.  He held both pieces in his hands.  He felt sensual excitement stir … he began to harden.  He rubbed his hands over the polka dots …

 

Walter Sebastian laid the bikini down on Zelma’s warm body.  He stripped his clothes off … he felt the urge to … put the polka dots on his body.  Walter Sebastian remembered he loved … polka dotted underwear with a passion.  This was as close as he could get … for the moment.

 

He reached down, picked up Zelma’s polka dotted bikini … he began putting it on.  It was too big, he didn’t care.  He needed the polka dots against his skin.  Walter had an orgasm as he finished tying the last string.

 

Walter Sebastian put his clothes on … hiding the bikini.  He stood looking down at Zelma.  She wasn’t going to be moving anymore.  He stood directly over her … spit into her face.  The glob of saliva landed exactly where his booger had landed that fateful day in church … before his accident.

 

He would be moving something heavy after all.  He put Zelma’s body into his trunk.  Now, that he had his memory back … he knew where he was going to take her.  Zelma wanted to go swimming … just before she died.  He was going to honor that wish.

 

Walter Sebastian changed his mind … instead of feeding her to the fish … there was a lot of her to freeze for the months ahead.  There wasn’t anything as good to Walter Sebastian than … sweet flesh … and blood.

 

He walked back to the pool area … looked for a faucet.  He saw one with a garden hose attached … he rinsed off the cement where Zelma’s body had fallen until all the blood was gone.  There wasn’t anything left to show Zelma had bled.

 

Walter Sebastian drove to his old house … not the new house he’d purchased.  He took Zelma’s body inside … stretched it out on the sturdy table in his kitchen.  Walter Sebastian stripped his clothes off … worked naked.

 

He reached for his electric saw … began cutting Zelma’s body up.  As he stacked pieces of flesh to be wrapped … he rubbed her blood on his body … down there.  Walter Sebastian was back to being himself … he stood masturbating until he felt such exquisite relief.  The warm blood felt so good to Walter as he had stroked himself.  It had been so long.  Sex with Grace was too … tame.

 

Grace!  Walter Sebastian showered as he pondered on what to do about Grace.  He could just simply stay … disappeared … or go back and pretend to be the Walter she knew …

 

Walter Sebastian was donning his polka dotted shorts … today it was purple polka dots on green shorts.  Purple and green was Walter Sebastian’s favorite colors.  It felt so good to be back home!

 

He didn’t want to leave at all … but, he knew he would be going back to Grace’s one last time.  He would keep up the pretense of lost memory.  She wouldn’t ever know.

 

Walter drove up … parked, got out of the car.  He walked into the house where Grace ran to him, kissed him while welcoming him home.  She paused for a moment to look into Walter’s eyes.  It seemed for a second … something was different.

 

To be continued ….

Helping Zelma Struthers … Part 20 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga


Helping Zelma Struthers … Part 20 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga  written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Thirty minutes later found Walter driving up to Zelma’s house.  It was a pretty house … not too big.  It was on one level. The driveway was paved.

Walter parked … sat there … damn!  Oh, I’m so sorry Lord, I didn’t mean to cuss! he thought.  Good people try not to cuss.  Walter was a good man … but, why did he feel so bad?

He made himself get out of the car.  He shut the door quietly.  For some reason, he didn’t want to make any noise.  He felt uneasy being here at Zelma’s house. There was something about her …

He walked up to the door, knocked.  Zelma with her big self-wrapped in a pink and white towel … opened the door. “Why hello, Walter!  Come right in!  I just got out of the shower”.

Walter felt awkward … now, what was he supposed to do?  “Have a seat in here, Walter”.  I’ll put on something comfy and be right back!

Walter sat on the floral couch … looked at the big flat-screen tv.  Thankfully … it was on so, it wasn’t too quiet in the house.  Walter hated quiet.

Zelma came prancing into the room with her fat self … all decked out in a … pink polka dot bikini … hot pink dots on black fabric.  Walter felt a jolt go through him … polka dots!  Polka dots?  He wondered why he had such a reaction to … polka dots … of all things.

Come on, Walter.  Let’s go to the pool for a little while before we move the piece of furniture.  Walter didn’t want to go to the pool with Zelma.  He began telling her he needed to get back and wouldn’t have time.  Zelma kept walking … her rolls bouncing all over the place.

Walter had no choice but, to follow her.  This was going to be a bad day, he thought.

Thoughts Float Just As I Do… You Know How Thoughts Go…


I wrote this in 2013 … AFTER … my swimming pool collapsed and threw my ……. out on the ground in front of … God and everybody! We’d gotten it put back up … the problem was Skip had paid a guy to even out the sand … he evened it out alright … just right enough to … ‘get me’! I’ll never forget the sudden collapse of the pool … me suddenly taking a wild-ass ride! I was in the middle of clear water drowning while the thought was in my mind … ‘isn’t all this clear water beautiful!’ Then … I hit the ground with a crash … I suffered sand burns from that wild ride! 🙂

 

Thoughts Float Just As I Do…

You Know How Thoughts Go…

Anything Goes! I’m Just Saying….

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

via Thoughts Float Around Just As I Do… | GRANNY’S COLORFUL.

 

 

‘This picture’ used to be ‘me’ at a younger age!  :)))  I always drew ‘myself’, everyone would recognize it.  Now… I would have to figure out how to make my girl appear ‘older’…  :)))

I floated around in the pool on a hot-pink float.  I let my mind ‘float’, also.  Whatever thoughts wanted to go through it… I let them.  Just because I said ‘hot-pink’ doesn’t mean ‘it’s a beautiful sight’!  :)))  I’m just saying…..

I’m at least 2-3 feet, or more… off the ground.  Only a thin, vinyl wall separates me from the space that would make me fall onto the ground!  The thin, vinyl wall holds the water that makes it possible for me… to float around on the space that normally… I could only walk on.  Think about it… amazing!  I mean… have you really ‘thought about it’?  I’m in ‘this clear liquid that allows me to ‘float’ around… in the air!

I see a bug floating around, his little legs kicking hard.  I care about this little bug; yet, I would kill a spider, fly; and battle a ‘kiddiddle hopper’!  I help it by pushing a leaf up to him… I think he is very happy to climb up on it.  I’m happy for him.  I forget about the bug…

My eyes enjoy the very hot-pink of the float I’m holding onto, then… as I pass by the neon green float… I feel pleasure at seeing such ‘happy colors’… especially when all comes into focus along side the beach ball with its yellow, white, blue, hot pink colors.  Happy colors do make me happy… they keep the ‘darkness’ away from me.  I’m afraid of the … dark.

I love colors… I was thinking even the ‘ugliest’ person in the world could have on happy colors… they would be beautiful; especially… if their personality was just as beautiful.  Don’t you agree?  Can you see that ‘I agree with myself’… as my photo below… does a ‘happy dance’?

I need more happy colors in my life again… when Tommy died… through time since… I notice I wear a lot of black, dark colors.  My happy colors seem to be all ‘inside’ now.  I am trying to make them ‘show’, again.  A little color here… a little color, there…

My funny, happy-moving photo… Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… I still haven’t figured out ‘how’ I made some of my photos move!!!  My friend, Prenin, in England said my camera probably has the ability to make photos animated.  I have some I would like to see animated… but, ‘how’?  :)))

I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed.  I could hear the drone of a plane so high up in the sky… behind fluffy, white clouds.  I couldn’t see it, so… I closed my eyes once again.

I listened to a black bird as he kept saying ‘caw’!  He said it many times… I wondered if it was communicating with the dog across the road.  The dog would bark, the black bird would ‘caw’…

I opened my eyes, feeling…. sensing my swimming pool.  It felt ‘safe’, I studied the sides of it, I didn’t ‘feel’ as if it would ‘all of a sudden’… collapse!  If it did… I worried for a moment about going out with all the water… in front of God, and whoever happened to be looking.

I wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone by riding a wave of water as the pool collapsed!  Much less getting more… sand burns!  I still have a couple of places that are still healing.

I looked at the privacy screen (3 sections that fold).  It stood nearby… I’m thinking about painting a beach scene on it.  I don’t paint for anyone now… I can’t put my heart into it… I thought I might not can be inspired enough to paint for myself.

The privacy screen is made of wicker… white.  I was thinking of refreshing the ‘white’ with more white.  As I look at it, I can imagine the sand; ocean disappearing into the sky in the far-off distance… the sky blue; big puffy white clouds…. and several white sea gulls flying in the wind.  I imagine several breaking waves on the shore… then, my mind goes to … Tommy.

Tommy was at the ocean when he died… he was happy.  He and Taban, his little 3 year old son… were running, playing.  Their happy sounds blended with the music of the sea gulls, waves washing ashore… I know it was a beautiful sound his ears heard… just ‘before’…

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates… a poster I did for a business some time ago.  I love this… I wish I could become inspired to paint, draw again………..

I floated around, deep in thought, as I imagined a big guy, a little guy running, squealing, laughing.  It was the big guy’s first time to play at the ocean with his little son.  I let myself… hear them in my mind.  This time… I didn’t cry.  I let go of my ‘Tommy’ thoughts…

The motor of a big truck sounded… the neighbor just came home.  I don’t know him, nor his wife.  I heard they were nice people.  I think maybe someone’s been repairing their roof… a tree fell during a storm.  I’ve been hearing the sound of a hammer, lately…

I hear a sound outside the pool… why, it’s Kissy walking by.  He looks at me, probably wondering how I can be in the air like that.  If I were a Pup… I would wonder many things, too.  His sweet face… another sweet face appears.

Chadwick, our other Pup… just walked by…  neither Pup tries to get on the pool… I like that.   It has a inflated ring that goes all the way around it… it could lose air… if a toenail punctured it.

My mind is coming back to reality… it ‘seems like the pool is going to be… alright’.  I’m hoping it will; it means the world to me to have it.  I think about all the money Skip earned to make the pool possible for me… all he goes through.  My heart… it touches my heart.  Thank-you, Skip.

I decide to get out as I cast my eyes around the inside wall, the water… I compare what I see with what I saw on the outside wall… I ‘think’ everything’s going to be alright.

I don’t feel ‘gun-shy’ now, about getting into the pool.  I look forward to the next time, when… I can let my mind float around just as I float on my hot-pink float!  Free as the wind…

I want to float ‘free as the wind’… a soft wind.  Not one that will throw my a___ out on the sand in a torrent of violent waves of water!!!  I’m just saying…  :)))

You know how one thinks… anything goes!