"If I quieted the voices in my head I would face the day with nothing to write."

“The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is that you really want to say.” Mark Twain.

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl
Key:
G-Unit=Grandpa
FLS=Favorite Little Sister
Sassy Red head=Shana
True Friend=Laura
Mermaid/Slo/Tripod/Chickas=Shannon 1

Spanish Princess/Tripod/Chicka/Vette =Yvette
#61=Youngest son
Mickey Blue Eyes=Oldest son.
BFTP (Blast from the past)/The last Frontier=gone
Big Jim as himself
Vitamin C as himself
G-Man=Garth/Bossman.

Nick as himself

Friday, November 20, 2015

Hadrians Wall





125 AD Chester’s Fort, Britannia
 
It’s quiet when I leave the bed of my husband. I fear to wake him. Yet he sleeps hard and deep. A soldier cutting stone to build a wall, he is exhausted daily.  The most Northern point of the Roman Empire and commanded to build a wall.  His anger is brittle unlike the gray stone he chisels. His rage would be unequaled if he found that I have forsaken him for a Brittunculi.  A cruel slur for the people of the island we conquered.

Near the door I take off my fine gold filigreed betrothal ring and place it in a bowl. It states my name and a plea to God, a small prayer that Amelia may live. I slip on my sandals. The leather is cool and smooth upon my feet as I walk away from our house. The house sits outside Hadrian’s Wall not within. In a village below the gates and fort, it is filled with artisans, a butcher and soldiers.

There is a guard on the wall above me but I slip past him unnoticed in the dark shadows. I walk to the bathhouse. A thing of beauty to make us Romans fill at home and warm after leaving the Mediterranean weather. Inside the high stone ceilings and walls are painted white and embellished with art. In this room painted dolphins with cherubs upon their backs soar above me. Alcoves are built within the walls with windows to look out at the lush green land, saturated with rain.


The moon shines through the skylights illuminating my way. I slip my sandals off and pull my dark blue nightdress over my head. My long hair cascades with the movement and tickles my back as it swings across it. The floors are heated. My unclad feet inhale the floors warmth as I cross the room. I step down into the tub recessed in the floor. The water so warm, embraces me and my toes sting with the heat.

He waits for me in the water. The arms of a Pict heavily tattooed in woad darkened to indigo surround me. His hands brush my hips and my stomach. Ahhhh I moan as he cups my breasts with his dark hands. He is magic my Merlin. His hands and tongue are enchanted.

“Leave with me.” He whispers in my ear and I shiver as his tongue travels down delicately from below the back of my ear to the pulse at the base of my neck.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I reply in a desperate whisper.

Through the forest below the towering fifteen foot wall they chase us. Merlin grips my hand tightly as we run. One sandal catches in the soft clay near a sacred Oak. A pull, a hard tug and the leather band between my toes snaps.  I nearly fall with the freedom and the pull of his hand. The shoe must stay behind I have no time. I pull the other off my foot and carry it in my free hand as we race west to outrun the wall.

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