Jessica Week is here

Finally, after much wondering, waiting, questioning, screaming and shouting, Jessica Week is here.

Some people say that Helena Hann-Basquiat keeps Jessica B. Bell locked up in a basement. Some say that she is a figment of her imagination. Some don’t know what to say, because they are lost for words. Some say nothing, because they are terrified.

Some of us have been caught up in the frenzy, searching high and low, trying to help Helena chronicle her search as she went. What did happen to Jessica B. Bell? Who is she? Where is she? Where did she come from? Where is she going?

Head on over to Helena’s place to read Part One of this thrilling, chilling story. Keep on following – this is, after all Jessica Week.

See you on the dark side…

JESSICA

The Conversation – Magpie Tales

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“This is where we marked her passing,” you say.

“She didn’t die here?” I hardly dare ask the question, my voice barely a whisper. You are a man for statements, not explanations.

“She did not die here,” you say. It is a bald statement.

Yet again, as has been our custom, I let the silence hang between us. It is a new routine, to replace those of my prior, solitary existence.

“She died out there,” you say, pointing to the hills that brood on the horizon.

“I am sorry,” I say, looking at you. You are staring towards those hills, as if to destroy them with your thoughts. I kneel down, reach out to brush the dust and lichen from the worn stone, to reveal her name to the elements.

“NO!” You grasp my arm, pull me up and away from the headstone. I bite down on the yelp of protest as pain arrows across my shoulders. You do not like dissent. I have learned this lesson well.

“She was careless,” you say and stride away from me. You mount your horse, landing in the saddle in one, supple move.

I turn my back and walk into the house.

You will return.

You will return.

 

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. There is a theme running through my weekly writings once again. If you want to know more about Sarah, please read my Five Sentence Fiction and Three Word Wednesday entries. Can you identify with her at all?