Once there was Darkness

Chapter 37

Kol woke patting the bed beside him. Kessa wasn’t there. He looked at his hand and saw his wedding ring. He didn’t dream that they got married. Where was she? Sitting on the bed, he stared at the large curtain that covered ‘the door’. In his heart, he knew Kessa was aware of the door. It hadn’t been used since Sarah threw the soap dish at him. He walked over to the curtain, ripping it back exposing ‘the door.’ He stopped resting his head and his hand on the wood. ‘Should he knock? Was she asleep?’ With her injured hip and the added pleasure of getting to know her new husband, she was most likely asleep. ‘Knock.’ His head commanded. He couldn’t make his hand work to do so.

He lifted his head in astonishment as he heard the knob turn. She was smiling from ear to ear, “my husband.” Her left eyebrow, she made dance playfully, “shirtless.” He stepped inside her chamber with that sideways grin on his face that she loved to see. “What brings you here?”

“I would like to make a suggestion.”

“Please.” She limped to set on the bed.

He knelt in the floor in front of her. “I know its custom for a man and a wife to have separate spaces.” He trailed his fingers up and down her thighs. “I don’t like it. I want to fall asleep and wake up beside you. Would you object to trying?”

“Not at all.” The speed of her answer shocked him.

“Really?” He joined her on the bed.

“I like the thought of waking up every morning with my hands all over you.” She grinned.

He planted soft kisses on her neck, “and I will let you.”

The Snake and The Rabbit

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a Sherlock Holmes fan. I own the canon. I have a book written to accompany the canon. I own the Granada series with Jeremy Brett and the series with Benedict Cumberbatch.

When I was younger, I didn’t know there were stories after ‘The Final Problem’. Holmes couldn’t die. So I wrote one. This is Not that work.

The Snake and The Rabbit is my attempt at a piece of fan fiction. I’ve been reluctant to share . But with Holmes becoming part of the ‘public domain’, maybe now is the right time.

Starting tomorrow, I will upload small sections as to not overwhelm. I will also continue to upload poetry and Once there was Darkness.

I hope you enjoy.

Legacy of stupidity: you’re not cute or funny

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

Sounds like a good book title. 🤔 Yes, I know the prompt said ‘WANT to leave behind.’ I wish to come back and visit this prompt in 20 years when ‘Buck’ is transcribing my memoir.

If you have had the chance to read my poetry, 95% of it is rooted in life experiences. Though I have gotten to do a lot of things; life in general, hasn’t been a cake walk. Sadly, I’m learning things now that I should have learned 30 years ago. And there are things buried deep within me that I never want to know.

There is nothing high octane about my life. I am the embodiment of work-a-day. I wake up, go to work, etc. etc.. I try to do the right things. Make the right choices.

I will keep trying. Keep doing. Keep fighting the monsters under my bed.

I will not be one (1) of the first five (5) people to die on Mars. This will not be my legacy. I have no desire to be a political figure. This will not be my legacy.

Let’s revisit this in 20 years. 😉

Once there was Darkness

Chapter 36

There was a knock at the door, it was Frego. “Grandmother sent me to check on you. You didn’t join us for breakfast.” Kol allowed Frego to step into the room. Kessa was still asleep behind the shrouded bed.

“We spent much of the night talking. I guess we lost all track of time.”

“Dad, I know this really isn’t much of my business. Are you two okay?”

Kol motioned his son to a chair and joined him. “I’ve asked Kessa to marry me and she’s said yes.”

Frego gasped, “it’s about time.” Kol raised an eyebrow. “Rajaf and I have spent a lot of time questioning what is happening between you two. He’s the one that figured it out. We’ve just been waiting to see how long it took.” Kol smiled.

There was another knock at the door, it was Max. “I’m sorry.” He lowered his head and started to back out of the room.

“What is it Max?” Kol asked.

He looked like he had just been rolled out of bed, “Violet informed me that the cart that hit Kessa has been found and taken to the barracks.”

Kessa appeared from a side door, fully dressed, cane in hand. “Where did they find it?”

“On the west end of the beach. Someone tried to light it on fire.”

“How do you know it was the one that hit me?”

“Pieces of your uniform were still imbedded in the wood.”

She slowly walked over to the window. They watched her but didn’t say a word. “Not everyone needs a cart or wagon.”

Kol finished her thought, “they are not easy to build.”

“Not if they are built well.” Max added. “Most anyone can build a flop.”

“The wagon that Mordechai was in was strong. It had ribs for a covering. They were almost gone by the time I got to the wagon.”

“Is Violet outside?” Kol asked, “did she see the cart?”

“She is outside.” Max answered. “I don’t know if she saw the cart, my king.”

Kessa turned, “ask her to come in.”

Max did.

Violet was even more nervous than before. Here were two members of the royal house in one spot and two of her commanders in a duty setting.

Kol spoke first, “did you see the cart?”

She bowed her head, “yes, my king.”

Kessa smiled. She knew that Violet was terrified. “You have nothing to be worried about. We are working together to figure out a puzzle.”

“A puzzle?”

“Yes, a puzzle. Nothing more. I would like that cart untouched until we return for farther examination. Until then, we just want to know; what did it look like?”

“Mostly charred. What wasn’t burnt was grey. Well weathered.”

“How was it built?” Frego asked. “Was it thrown together?”

“No, sire. It was well built. Someone took a lot of time.”

Kessa asked, “nails or pegs.”

Kol thought that was a strange question. Where was she going with this?

Violet thought for a moment, “nails.”

“Why wasn’t the cart burnt up?” Frego asked.

“The morning the cart was found, that night; we had a storm roll in from the water.”

“What if we put out in the rumor mill that a cart was found on the beach and see who comes forward to claim it?” Frego asked.

Max looked around. “What do you think of that plan?”

“Can you draw?” Kessa asked.

“No.” Max answered, “Luke can.”

“Excellent, please ask him to draw it before you put out the word. I was vivid written and visual details.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” Kessa turned back toward the window.

Everyone left except Kol. “Why did you ask about nails?”

“Mostly only nobles and a few land owners can afford nails. The military uses them. The common Meccian wouldn’t.”

“You think someone of influence did this?”

“Someone could have saved and bought nails just for this purpose. But that would require planning. And a lot of time.”

“What if it was just a bizarre accident?”

“I’m praying that is the case. Be that as it may, why go to the trouble to try to burn it?”

“Someone could have stolen it, couldn’t get away far enough, and decided to burn it?”

She smiled, “we may never know.”

“That was a reach wasn’t it?”

“I’ll take it.”

He caressed her cheek, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Ask.”

“When we get home, will you stay at the palace? I would like you to be close in case something were to happen. If you stay on the mountain, I wouldn’t be able to get to you fast enough.”

“Of course.”

“Kessa?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s get married now.” He kissed her. “All the people that matter most to us are right here. Rajaf should have arrived with Violet.” She raised a questioning eyebrow. “Rajaf deserves a vacation just as much as anyone.”

“That was sweet.”

He blushed, “I can be.”

She whispered in his ear, “you just want to have your way with me.”

“If you will let me.”

“Okay.”

He was shocked, “okay?”

“Yes, let’s do it.

Absolute

Absolute #311

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/05/13/weekend-writing-prompt-311-absolute/

Absolute

torrential crying

mourning

fitful wailing

absolute

~~

light extinguished

darkness blinding

remembrance only

absolute

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no guiding voice

no healing song

no beacon of light

absolute

~~~~

depth of darkness

cold stillness

void of light

absolute

~~~~

silence profound

piercing

shrieking

absolute

~~~~

cold penetrates

layers disintegrate

time closes

absolute

~~~~

sound

nothing provided

muffled by the ground

absolute

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damp

dark

nothingness

absolute

~~~~

sinking

pressure

ultimate abyss

absolute

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heavy

weight

constricting depth

absolute

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reaching

stretching

craving

absolute

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soul in flight

toward the light

guided path

absolute

Once there was Darkness

Chapter 35

Part 2

“I’m a warrior. I don’t know how to be a queen.”

“I don’t know how to be a husband. Sarah and I were only married a year before she died. Nine months of that year she was child.” He paused. “That was the worst nine months of my life. What kind of husband actively avoids his pregnant wife?” Should he smile? Could he smile at that comment? “I don’t know the why of it. I couldn’t do anything right. Anytime I was in her presents, she was yelling at me. I think the sight of me filled her with anger. I never saw her that she wasn’t upset.” He paused. “I completely stopped being around her after one night she threw a marble soap dish at me. She threw it with all her strength. It should have killed me.”

“Broke my hand.”

Kol was dumbfounded. “That was you?”

“That was me.”

“Kessa,” he kissed the top of her hands.

She thought he was going to say something else but didn’t.

“As always with God in charge, yes. I will be your queen.” He helped her lay back on the bed.

“This time it will be more than a ring of grass.”

She was shocked, “you remembered?” He just smiled. How could he admit God had to remind him? “What does your mother say about all of this?” 

“We don’t talk. Rajaf is over the moon.” He lay down beside her.

She grinned, “what exactly did he say?”

“Bout time.”

Kessa laughed. “That sounds about right.”

“I should have asked you a long time ago.”

“Neither of us were ready. God knew that.”

“You once suggested that I held some animosity toward you. I did. But not for the reasons you gave.” He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I have always felt more empowered in your presents. I will admit that at times you scare me.”

“Of all the people in this world, you have no need to be afraid of me.”

“Not fear in the sense that you would hurt me. Whatever is happening, you have the ability to redirect things. Remember the two women fighting over the baby?”

“Yes.”

“Before you walked into the room, my head was raging. Those two women were screaming. The baby was screaming. The entire scene seemed out of control. When you walked into the room, all eyes were focused on you. Especially mine.”

“So why animosity?”

“It was easier to be distant, even upset with you than to admit that,” she trailed her finger down his face, across his cheek, and around his ear. “I love you.”

“Now that is a phrase a girl could get used to hearing.” She smiled. “Do you remember getting kicked by that horse?”

“Some but not all.”

“You were out of it for most of that. And for this I am grateful.”

“You wouldn’t speak to me for a very long time after we got home.”

“That event started Max’s training to take over the Bejhar.”

“I didn’t know that. I know I saw a lot more of him from that point on.”

“God used that accident to show me just what you meant to me. Not only are you my king; that I have been training to protect, fighting beside, and planning with but that accident;” she pursed her lips. “A couple times on the way home, I thought we had lost you. I am not the healer my dad is. And we couldn’t get you to him fast enough. It; I felt like the accident was my fault to begin with. I never should have allowed you to walk behind that horse. But I was distracted.”

“By?”

“You.” She played with his hair.

He grinned, “really?”

“Oh yes, really.”

“Tell me more.” There was that sideways grin the disarmed her.

She blushed.

‘Failed,’ ran across his mind. “You said you thought you lost me a couple times. Did I?”

“Could never say it out loud. I could never admit it.”

“So that was the change?”

“Change?” She questioned.

He took a deep breath. “In some of my dreams, you look different. I never really understood why. You are beautiful no matter when I dream about you. I couldn’t define the difference. Sarah told me in a dream that you failed.” He shook his head. “I believed it was just one more way for her to torment me.”

He held her in his arms. She spoke, “as surely as the Lord lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” (2 Kings 2:2, 4, 6)

They both fell asleep.

That night, he didn’t dream. When the morning came he was calm and well rested. There she was, still asleep on his arm. Still alive. Still hurt. But she was right there.