#BlogBattle: Shield – Re-Inventing Roni

Hello! Wow, it has been way too long!  I had to clear out the cobwebs on my blog. My life has taken me into a season where I needed to focus on some other things, but my desire to write has slowly been making its way back up to the surface.  So I am super excited to return with none other than a #BlogBattle!

#BlogBattle is now a monthly short story challenge using a single word for inspiration.  Which is now administered by my two talented blog friends Rachael Ritchey and E. E. Rawls, (I’ve missed you guys!) as well as Gary Jeffries.

This month’s word:  Shield

RE-INVENTING RONI

“Not a word, and you won’t get hurt.  We’re going for a ride.”

The voice is familiar.  I am grabbed from behind and before I know it, I am pushed into a van.  I recognize the guy holding the door open.  As he jumps in, he slides the door shut, and we are plunged into darkness.  When the guy who grabbed me flicks on a light, I have to shield my eyes from the brightness until they can focus.

“Oh, it’s you two.” I recognize Dominic’s henchmen, Marco and Jimmy, they watch my every move. I had just left the club with my friends after a much-needed night out.

“It’s always a pleasure Roni.” Marco smirks.

“What did I do wrong this time? Was it the way I was dancing? Did I drink too much? Was it the . . .”

“Shut. Up! You’ll find out soon enough.” Jimmy rubs his hand down his face. I’m surprised Jimmy even had it in him.  I pegged him as the muscle of the operation, he usually doesn’t talk.  He must be having a bad day.

The van comes to an abrupt stop, I hear the front door slam, as the driver gets out.  I’m left with Fric and Frac.

Looking at Jimmy, Marco nods his head towards the back doors, “You and Nick, go take a walk, stretch your legs, I got this.”

Without a word, he leaves slamming the door behind him.  From what I can tell we are in a nondescript parking garage.

Marco glowers, “So, the guy you were talking to at the bar. . .”

“Geeeez-us.” Shaking my head. “I should have known. All this, for that? He’s an old friend!  You really have to . . .”

Marco holds up his hand to stop me from talking.  “Roni, seriously, stop talking. We don’t have much time, just listen to me.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I slump back in my seat. “Fine. Then talk.”

“I’m not who you think I am, I’m on your side.  Your old friend, Dennis? He is one of us.  We are about to take down Dominic, and he’ll be locked up for a long time.  If you don’t cooperate with us, you will go down too.  But, we know how desperate you are to get away from him, so I’m thinking you will.”

“We? Who’s We?”

“I can’t get into that right now; you just have to trust me.”

“Yeah? What happens when Dominic figures out I’m helping whoever? He’ll kill me in my sleep.”

Shaking his head, “Nah, we see your every move, even at home. To keep tabs on you, Dominic recently installed video surveillance throughout your house . . .”

“Video surveillance? Are you frickin’ kidding me? So, I’ve got you and Jimmy watching me undress and take showers?”

“Roni, calm down. We don’t have access to those areas of the house. But just so you know, Dominic made it clear that he was the only one to access those cameras for his private viewing and has it securely encrypted.”

“Oh great, I feel so much better.” Rubbing my forehead as I feel the onset of a headache.

“So, here’s what’s going to happen.  When you get to work on Monday, you will receive a package, it’s a burner phone and that is how we will communicate with you, leave it at work.”

“Okay.  Package, phone, got it.” I count out each step on my fingers to remember.

“In a few minutes another van is going to pull up, the guy,” he emphasizes using air quotes, “you were talking to at the bar, will be dragged out and Jimmy will rough him up while I make you watch.  Dominic can’t know about Dennis.  So, we got a decoy. This guy, and Jimmy are one of us.”

I run my fingers through my hair to get it out of my eyes, “This is a lot to ask of me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I know you can do it.” He pats my knee for reassurance.

“We told Dominic that you were talking with some guy, and that we would make sure you didn’t do it again, that’s why we grabbed you.  We will take you back to your car, you will go home and pretend none of this happened.  Then you will wait for our instructions.  Are we clear?”

“Crystal.” This is a lot to take in, for once I’m at a loss for words. I fidget with a loose string on the hem of my sweater.

“Roni. I know this is a lot to process.  But you want a whole new life, away from Dominic, a fresh start.  We can make that happen.”

“And how do you know what I really want?”

“We’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, you know, big brother and shit.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal that my whole existence is on display.

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” I rub my palms on my jeans, trying to calm my nerves.

“It is what it is.  In time, this will all make sense.” Marco looks at his smartwatch.  “Now, it’s go time.”

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When I pull into the driveway, Dominic is outside smoking a cigarette; I hate that smell.  He walks towards me and meets me halfway as I walk up to the house.  He puts his arm around my waist to pull me close beside him, and kisses me on the top of my head.  “How was your night out Veronica?”

He uses my proper name when he is being smug, and he knows I hate it. “It was fine. It was nice to get out. What did you do?”

We enter the house and he closes the door behind him. “Not much, just watched the game.”

He grasps my hand and pulls me close for a kiss. “I know you must be tired.  Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nice, long, hot shower?”

I force myself to smile and try to stop the chill racing up my spine.  “It’s late, I think I’ll go right to bed.”

“Okay then, I’ll be up later.  I have some uh, work to do. Don’t wait up.” He smiles as he kisses my hand, looking up at me with eyes that are filled with pure evil.  How have I stayed this long?

“Good night then.”  I walk up the stairs, even though I want to run.

I grab my pajamas and go to the one part of the bathroom where I know I am not being watched, close the door and sit on the toilet lid.  It’s there I can finally breathe.  I lean my head against the cool tile wall, thinking about my conversation with Dennis.  It makes me smile and fills me with a happiness I have not felt in a long time.

It gives me hope.

 

© 2019 Carrie Ann Alexis

 

Just One Snowflake

Sharing another Holiday story.  This story was written from the one word prompt:  Flake.

Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!

Just One Snowflake

Madison thought she could get away with answering emails using her phone until her wifi was hooked up in her new house, but no such luck.  She only had a couple more boxes to unpack, when her phone chirps.  She skims through the long email, then groans as she realizes she would need her laptop to reply.  She wasn’t planning a trip to the library, but it looks like that is where she is headed.  Oh well, she could use a break from the unpacking, it shouldn’t take her too long, plus she could stop at the grocery store for some food before the early winter storm hit.  The weatherman was estimating it to begin well after midnight.

With her laptop in tow, she steps into the library, and is flooded with a deluge of memories from her childhood.  How many hours did spend in this place?  The familiar look and feel of it brought a smile to her face, as a sense of comfort enveloped her like a favorite sweater.  The only difference to the old building were the upgrades that were seamlessly integrated into the original architecture.

She focused on getting her work done as quickly as possible.  When she finishes, she packs up her things, thinking about a few items she needs to add to her list for the grocery store.  When she steps out the door, she cannot believe her eyes.  There is at least 4 inches of snow already on the ground.  How long had she been in there?  She checks the time on her phone and realizes a good hour and a half had passed.  She slips her phone back into her pocket and retrieves her gloves, so grateful that she had stuffed them in her pockets earlier.  Not that she was all prepared or anything, it was just that she had been freezing since she got here, obviously her body had not adjusted to the colder weather.  She trudges over to her snow-covered car, yeah, so not prepared, she would have to clean it off just by using her hands.  She stashes her computer bag and purse in the back seat, and begins clearing off her windows, she just wishes her gloves weren’t getting soaked so quickly, her fingers begin to get cold.  Just then from behind her she hears a deep male voice say, “May I help?”

As she turns towards the voice, her eyes are stopped by a broad chest, bundled in black wool, her eyes skim up past the gray cashmere scarf and land on a set of chocolate brown eyes that make her pulse stop.  Her mind screams, Oh, heck yeah!  But when she can get her brain and mouth to work together, she stammers, “Uh….why yes, thank you.”

With a gorgeous smile accented with a dimple, of course, he hands her one of the two snow brushes he held in his leather-clad hands, “This won’t take long if we work together.  You must not be from around here.”  She interprets the comment as a friendly jab to her unpreparedness.

“Not recently, but I grew up here, and forgot how quickly these storms can move in.  Besides, the weatherman said this wouldn’t hit until after midnight.”  She states her defense.

“You know they are right like…only 25% of the time?” he says with a quiet laugh.

“Very funny.  Well when I left there wasn’t a flake or a flurry in the sky.  Plus…it’s November.”  She shrugs and says, “No big deal.”  She stretches her arms out and looks up to the sky, letting the fluffy flakes pepper her face, she exclaims, “Oh, I’ve missed this.  Look how beautiful it is!!”

“Yes, yes, it is.”  He replies as he looks directly at her.

As they finish up, she says, “Thanks so much for your help,” handing him the snow brush.  “I really appreciate it, let me buy you some coffee or hot chocolate, unless you have someplace to be.”  She looks at him, thinking something about him seems familiar.

“You’re very welcome, actually a cup of coffee sounds great, thank you.”  He takes the snow brush from her.

“Since my car is cleaned off, I’ll drive, hop in.”  She starts the car and they settle in.  “By the way, I’m Madison Landers.”

“Nice to meet you, Madison, I’m Noah Ross.”  They both say his last name at the same time, Madison’s eyes widen with revelation.  “I thought you looked familiar.  Your sister and I were best friends when we were in high school.  I only met you a couple of times, then you left for college.”

He searched her face and then he remembered, “Maddie.”

“Yep, you remembered.” She says with a laugh.

“How could I not?  You and Natalie were inseparable.  Do you still keep in touch?”

Madison nods her head, “I actually talked to her not too long ago, told her I was heading back home.  We made plans to get together at Christmas when she’s home.”

Noah and Madison continue to talk and catch up.  Coffee turns into dinner, and dinner turns into them spending every free minute they have together, and talking on a daily basis

♥ ♥ ♥

On Christmas Eve they decide to have a nice quiet dinner at Madison’s.  As she gets ready, she reflects on the things that have taken place over the past month.  Funny how she was reluctant to come back home, she never thought about relocating, she enjoyed her life in Arizona.  But when the opportunity came up to go back to her hometown, something about it felt right.  Now she knows why.  Meeting Noah was so unexpected, but definitely a welcomed surprise.

There’s a knock at the door.  Madison opens the door to a blast of cold air and swirling snow crystals.  Noah steps in and hands her a bottle of wine, as he brushes himself off and removes his coat.  She takes the wine to the kitchen.  Noah walks in holding a small box in his hand.  “Before we eat dinner, I want you to open this.”  He says as the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile.

Madison opens it and finds a delicate silver snowflake necklace, laced with diamonds resting on light blue velvet.  “Oh, Noah, it’s beautiful!!  Thank you.”

“When I saw it, I just had to get it for you, since you love snow.  Also, to remind you that it takes just one snowflake to create a snow storm, and that is what brought us together.”

She took it out of the box and handed it to him, “Help me put it on.”  She moved her hair to the side as he fastened the clasp.  When she turned around for him to see she asked, “How does it look.”

“Beautiful, just like you.  Merry Christmas Maddie.”  He pulls her close, then brushes a tender kiss on her lips, one that is full of love and promise…for always.

© 2015 Carrie Ann

 

A Walk in the Snow

Wanted to share one of my Christmas stories I wrote a few years ago.  I was given one word as a prompt to write a story.  The word was Brick.

 

A Walk in the Snow

How is it that she found herself sitting across from this man?  She didn’t plan on being in this position ever again…laughing, talking…feeling.  It wasn’t that she was heartless, it’s just that her heart wasn’t available; it was guarded by the wall she carefully built around it.  Yet was it?

Anya has had her share of disappointment and heartache throughout her life.  She learned early on not to make each disappointment a litany of her life, she let it go and moved on.  But it was her last relationship that taught her to guard her heart once and for all.  He was her first love.  When she was ready to go away to college, he talked her into staying locally.  At the time it didn’t seem such a great sacrifice.  After all they talked of a future together, they declared their love for one another.  She wasn’t going to give up on her dreams altogether, just taking a different path to pursue them.  Besides, they were together.  Until they weren’t.  A few weeks before Christmas he left her.  He didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye.  One day he was just gone, left without a trace, vanished into thin air, like he fell off the face of the earth…well…you get the picture.

In the beginning she wondered why.  It was always the why.  Each day it was his voice that she heard, as she rehashed their time together in her mind.  Until she decided to use each one of those memories, every negative word spoken against her, every inconsiderate action, as bricks to build a wall around her heart.  Each tear that fell served as the mortar to cement them together.  She poured her energies into her schooling and became a successful Advertising Executive.  Never looking back again.  Occasionally, she would date, go out and have fun, but she only let people get so close.  There were a few that got close to the wall, but that was it, she wouldn’t allow them to peek over.  She wouldn’t take that chance again.

Then one day she met Justice. Justice made her heart beat a little faster whenever he was near.  The more time they spent together the more her heart ached to be free to love again.  She found herself feeling things she hadn’t felt in years.  Things she didn’t allow herself to feel this passionately.

She enjoyed their time together, but the more time they spent together, the more it unsettled her.  Because the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel, with each genuine compliment, each considerate gesture he bestowed upon her, she found her bricks began to come down, one by one.  Who was he?  She didn’t trust many people, could she trust him?  She could hear the answer echo off those brick walls, as a plea for freedom.

It was during the long, late night conversations that she found herself offering up one of the bricks in the form of a long-buried desire.  Bracing herself for when he would carelessly throw it back at her, instead he held onto it as if it were a precious gift, only wanting to use this shared secret to make her happy.  This was the case when she tells him how she loves when it snows, loved Christmastime as a kid, but as an adult, not so much.  He quietly listens as she tells him the painful reason why.

“I’m sorry you haven’t had a nice Christmas, Anya.” He places his hand on top of hers.. “Christmas is my favorite time of year, it’s when all seems right with the world.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve felt that way,” she tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Well, I’m going to have to change that,” he lifts her hand and kisses her knuckles.

♥ ♥ ♥

A week before Christmas, after a long day at work, Anya is at home making herself a cup of hot chocolate.  As she waits for the milk to heat up, she watches the falling snow from her kitchen window.  The sense of peace and wonder settles over her soul.  Just then her phone chirps, a text message from Justice.

 

What are you doing?

Making some hot chocolate.

Stop.  Come outside and play in the snow.

What? Seriously?

Yes…I’m waiting for you on your front porch.

 

Just then there is a knock at her door.  Who does this?  She opens the door, and sure enough he’s there, covered in large, fluffy flakes.  “Play in the snow, really Justice?” She says with eyebrow raised.

“OK, OK, let’s take a walk then.  It’s snowing!!  I’ll buy you some hot chocolate at Starbucks.” He says with a gorgeous smile that she can’t resist.

They walk with their fingers entwined, absorbing the silent beauty, with their footprints side by side, making tracks in the new fallen snow.

When they get to Starbucks, they find a table in the corner; he helps her out of her coat and orders their hot beverages.  She watches as he talks with the Barista, not in a flirtatious way, but with the kindness that is the essence of him.

As Christmas music plays in the background, Anya asks, “So what are your plans for the holidays?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing.  My hope is that I’m Christmasing with you.” He takes a sip of coffee.

Laughing, “Is that even a word?”

“It’s a word,” he puts his cup down.  “It’s actually a lyric in a song.  I’m serious Anya, I want to spend Christmas with you, I want you to enjoy it just like you did as a kid.”

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas, I’m all yours.” With a sparkle in her eye, and a smile filled with pure joy she reaches across the table to hold his hands.

How is it that she found herself sitting across from this man?  Only she can hear the answer, a thud inside her chest as the last few bricks crumble away from her heart.

Flashing that gorgeous smile of his, “Good…because all I want for Christmas is you.” With his index finger, he brushes the hair from her eyes and kisses her.

 

© 2015 Carrie Ann

 

Canadian Pacific Holiday Train

Every December, my mom talks about the Christmas Holiday train. She saw it the first time by surprise. This was some years ago, before the new homes were built behind ours, so she had a view of the lake and the trains from her kitchen window. Her first Christmas in this house, she was sitting at the table looking out the kitchen window when the Holiday Train went by. For the past few years it has gone through Whiting in the wee hours of the morning. But this year I saw a FB post where people were tracking it, so I asked Ben if he wanted to get up and go see it, so we did.

As we waited the updates on the FB page were slowing down, so each freight train that went by, we are thinking this is it! We had the heat on in the car, and the Christmas carols playing, so it wasn’t too bad, though we waited through 6 freight trains, before the Holiday Train came through! I did have my phone on video, but it didn’t come out clear, I didn’t want to miss it trying to capture it on video, because video doesn’t do it justice! Ben and I watched as it went by in silent awe at the vibrant colors, the detailed animated scenes, and just the precision of the designs. Soooo worth the wait for that brief moment!

This is not my picture, I found this one on the internet. It’s a beautiful sight to see, and puts you in the Christmas spirit!

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