Posted by: storywriter45 | May 19, 2010


Finally, it is off to the coffee table with the laptop and a cup of coffee.  I am loving this beautiful weather today. I feel so alive and a part of everything when I can spend time outside without freezing or getting soaked. Well, I guess those things make you feel alive as well, but in a less pleasing way. It won’t be long before the grand-children are on summer vacation. Oh my valued quiet time will be hard to find. Maybe I should check into summer camps.

At last, Joe went off  to the guest bedroom to get some sleep.  Maybe I can get some sleep as well, Ariel said to herself, and headed off to her bedroom.  She slipped into a modest gown and slid under the big puffy quilt and closed her eyes. She was so tired.

Ariel managed to sleep a little, just enough to get her to the dream state where she was plagued with a nightmare. She woke to her heart pounding and sweat dripping from her entire body. She shrugged and tried not to remember the nightmare. She just wanted to sleep. But, fear invaded her thoughts and she couldn’t relax. She kept questioning the events of the day. Did Mark break into her home while she and Joe were at the beach, or, was it Joe in an attempt to frighten her.

“I wish John  were here. He would know what to do. Well, it was certainly too late to call him. She tossed and turned for a couple of hours before giving up and deciding to go into the living room and turn on the t.v.

“Ariel,” Joe called out. “Are you ok?” He got dressed and went into the living room.

“You look awful,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t sleep, Joe. I keep thinking about the back door and”

“You probably just left it open and don’t remember,” he interrupted her. “I am sure you are just over-reacting.” He reached over and grasped her small hand and held it close to his heart. “Really, Ariel. Don’t worry. I am here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“It’s not just the door,” she retorted. “I saw someone running outside the window just before you came. I can’t help it, I am frightened.”

“You know,” Joe started and then hesitated. “It must be your ex-boyfriend. Who else would break into your house and not steal anything?”

“You know, Joe, he’s not really like that. I’ve known him for quite a while and never saw any behavior that would make me be afraid of him,” Ariel said as she pulled her hand from his. She looked up at his sheepish smile planted on that handsome face and tried to reassure herself. After all, she had known Joe for a long time too.

Posted by: storywriter45 | May 18, 2010


Well it’s raining again and cold. So, it’s off  to the coffee table with the laptop and a cup of coffee.  I love this time of day. It’s time to write and escape the drama of the day!

Ariel looked Joe straight in the eye. “I guess it will be ok. You can stay the night, in the guest room.”

Well, I have known him for years Ariel thought to herself.

“I’ll start dinner,” Ariel said. “You can make yourself at home. Take a shower if you like.”

“Do you think you will be ok for a little while?” Joe asked her. “I  should go back to my hotel room and shower and get a few things.”

“Well, I guess so,” Ariel said. She felt a little stab of fear invade her chest as she headed off to make sure all the doors and windows were locked.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Joe said and hurried out the door.

Ariel tried to busy herself with dinner. Every sound was magnified. She even thought she could hear her own heartbeat.

Ariel decided to take a shower herself. Maybe it would relax me, she thought and grabbed a towel. She stepped into the bathroom and started to shut the door. A loud pounding sound startled her just as she began dis-robing. She threw her clothes back on and ran into the living room just in time to see a shadow move across the large picture window. Ariel screamed, but there was no one there to hear her. “Joe, where are you,” she said out loud.

The front door opened and in popped Joe. “Hey there. How are we doing?”

“Joe. Was that you in front of the window a moment ago? You scared me half to death.”

“That wasn’t me. What are you talking about.”

“Right before you came in, someone pounded on the window and ran by. If it wasn’t you, you must have seen who it was.”

“I didn’t see anyone. Now, why would I do that? I’m here to protect you, after all.”

Ariel just stared at him. Was he trying to protect her, or, did he set her up? Maybe he unlocked the door this morning just to make her afraid. Ariel never though her ex boyfriend was the type to stalk her. It was all so confusing. She didn’t know who to trust.

“Oh come on, Ariel,” Joe was irritated. You can’t think I would do something like that. We have known each other for years!”

“Of course not,” Ariel answered him. But, she wasn’t really sure. Her brother never really trusted him and it was his friend. All Ariel knew is that she didn’t want to be alone. “You can put your things in the guest bedroom.”

Posted by: storywriter45 | May 7, 2010


Well, it’s off to the coffee table with the laptop and a cup of coffee.  The porch is sheltered from the rain but has no barrier against the cold.

Mark finally left Ariel’s house having found nothing that would help him in his quest for information.  He wasn’t able to re-lock the door he  forced open. Hopefully she wouldn’t suspect that it was him inside searching through her things. Maybe he should take something to make it look like a burglary.  No, he couldn’t do that to her. I must really be getting desperate he said to himself.  I almost went to far.  Mark heard their voices coming up from path and ran off through the back yard into the next street.

     “Do you want to come in for a bit, Joe?” Ariel smiled up at him but was secretly wishing he would say no.  She just wanted to climb into a relaxing bath and soak up some silence and air conditioning.

     “I hope you don’t mind,” Joe answered.  “I think I would like to head back to my room and catch up with my e mails.  I am hoping for a lead for a new project.  How about I call you for a late dinner?”

     “Sounds great,” she said.  “I am a little tired too. She waved good-bye and unlocked the front door.  She felt an unexplainable chill as her eyes scanned the room.  Everything looked fine, but, it was as though something had been disturbed.  She couldn’t quite put her finger on just what was different.  Walking into the kitchen to put the left over food away, she noticed the back porch door was partially opened. Her heart raced and she gripped a kitchen chair.  Fear came upon her like a wave rolling hard from the winds of a storm.

     “Joe, Joe,” she yelled out. “Oh my God! Joe!”

     She finally found the strength to let go of the chair and run after him.  “Joe,” she kept yelling.

     “Hey,” he finally answered. “What’s wrong?” He ran back toward her.

     “Dont’ go in the house, Joe.  Somebody might still be in there.  I mean.   I mean. Well, the back porch door was open and I am sure I locked it. I guess we should call the police or something before we go back in.”

     “I doubt there is anyone still in there.  If there was, he would have run off with all this commotion. Come on, I will go in with you and we can call the police.  Try to calm down Ariel. I am right here.”

     When the police finally arrived, Ariel had finished her inventory. “No officer, nothing is missing,” she said.

     “Are you sure you didn’t leave the door open,” the officer asked her.

    “I am positive,” she answered him.  She stood there with her hands on her hips looking at Joe.

    “Well officer,” Joe spoke up. “Ariel has this x-boyfriend who has been hanging around. Maybe you should check him out. He is staying somewhere here on the Island.  He’s been kind of giving Ariel a hard time.”

     “Is that right, Miss?” the officer asked.

      “Well, sort of. But, I’ve known him for a long time. I can’t imagine he would do something like this. What would be the point?”

     “You can’t be too careful,” the officer said. “Make sure you check all you locks each time you go in or out.  Call us if you have anymore problems.”

     Joe looked at Ariel. What luck he thought.  This is my chance. Ariel won’t want to be home alone now.

     “Ariel,” he reached for her hand. “I think it would be a good idea for me to stay here tonight. I definitely don’t want you to be alone after this.”

     “I don’t know,” Ariel moved away from him. “I don’t know what to do.”

     “Don’t worry,” he said. I will sleep on the couch. I just want to make sure you are safe.” He starred into her frightened eyes with a calm gentle stare. “Come on Ariel, we have known each other for a long time.  He could feel the excitement building inside.  I have to control myself he thought. I can’t let her see what I am feeling.

Posted by: storywriter45 | April 1, 2010


   It’s off to the porch with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  This is the time of year I come alive, reaching for t he sun like the flowers that gently reach upwards to soak up the light and the warmth.  I find it harder to concentrate at the beginning of Spring.  I just want to enjoy the sounds, sights, and smells of the season.  But, professionally I know I must begin my day by writing something.  I wonder; does Facebook count?  LOL.  Well back to our story.

Joe finished his swim and walked up the path back to Ariel.  He watched her, carefully and purposely lay her brush strokes on the painting. 

“That’s beautiful,” he finally broke the silence.

“Oh! You startled me.  Back from your swim already?”

“Already!  It’s after two o’clock…and I am starving.  But, you go ahead and keep painting.  I’ll just help myself.”

“That’s ok,” Ariel said.  “I am ready for a break.”

They set their lunch out and settled down on the picnic blanket to eat.

“A glass of wine?”  Joe raised  the bottle to fill her glass with the beautiful red liquid that glistened in the bright sunlight.  He couldn’t help notice Ariel checking him out again.  She was watching his every move.  Well, it is about time she noticed Joe said to him self.  Then, he smiled back at her.

Ariel’s cheeks blushed and she looked out toward the ocean to avoid looking into his eyes.  What’s the matter with me, she asked herself.  This is my brother’s friend and my friend.  That’s all. 

“Hey, Ariel.  Where are you?”

She turned back and looked at him.  She was so nervous that he would see t he blush on her cheeks.

“What are you embarrassed about?” he asked her.  “You can watch me anytime.  In fact, I rather enjoyed it.”

Ariel’s cheeks turned from the gentle blush of pink to a deep red.  “I wasn’t looking at you that way,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Oh yes you were,” Joe said, an amused grin on his face.  He was enjoying her discomfort.  He couldn’t help it.  Joe had a crush on Ariel for a long time, but, she was never free whenever he was around.  He sat his glass down and ran his fingers through her long hair all the way through the tips and then resting it on her shoulder.  “No need to feel embarrassed,” he finally said.  I have had feelings for you for a long time.”

Ariel looked shocked.  “What, what are you talking about?  How come you never said anything?”

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 24, 2010


Well it’s off to the table with a cup of coffee and  the laptop and another beautiful zeal filled day!  Hmmm, that’s a little wordy.  Sometimes the words flow like waves rushing at the shore, sometimes like the gentle flow of a small spring, and sometimes you just plain have to work for them.  This is one of those days.  The words are there, but, the flow isn’t.  I just have to work through it.

     Ariel turned her attention to her paints and searched for inspiration.  I have  to stop thinking about him, she said to herself.  This is crazy.  I guess I am just a little lonely because of my break up with Mark.  Then she spotted it.  A beautiful flower raising up through rocks bending toward the sun.  It was a beautiful bold color of red with white around the edges.  She began her sketch.

     Joe was enjoying his swim, maneuvering through the waves in and above the water.  When he swam, there was nothing else on his mind.  He enjoyed it thoroughly.  Time stood still for him until he could feel the sunburn on his skin.  Often, the sunburn would be quite severe before he noticed it.

     Back at Ariel’s house, Mark was skulking around, peeping through windows.  He hoped to find one unlocked, but was unsuccessful.  He finally managed to manipulate the lock on the screen porch in the back.  And what luck to find the back door unlocked.  He slipped into the house and removed his shoes just in case of any dirt.  It wouldn’t be smart to leave evidence that he was here.  It’s not that he was doing anything wrong.  I just want to know what’s going on he said to himself.  I don’t trust this Joe guy.  I saw the way he was looking at Ariel.  Creep!  Well, it’s not going to be that easy for him.

     Mark continued his search, but, found nothing that would help.  He had hoped that Ariel had written down a phone number or hotel where Joe was staying.  He knew Joe wasn’t staying here because he had been watching Ariel day and night.  Mark went back out the way he came in.   He wasn’t able to lock the screen porch door from the outside.  He left it and went back to his hotel room to search some more on his computer.  Perhaps he could find something about Joe if he looked up Ariel’s brother.  There’s got to be something about Joe somewhere he thought.       ..

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 19, 2010

She Kept Watching Him Anyway

     Off to the table with a cup of coffee, a laptop, and some top dollar inspiration…

It’s so beautiful out, but, not quite warm enough to write out on the porch yet.  The daffodils and tulips are easing up through the soil as if to test the temperature of the air as  they seek out the sun that will raise them to the glory of Spring.  Daffodils are such beautiful, delicate flowers standing against the cold like a young woman reaching for her future.

     We left Ariel waiting on the front porch for Joe with picnic and paints ready to go.

     “Hey Ariel,” Joe yelled out. 

      She smiled up at him and his big toothy grin and large blue eyes.  What’s this, she thought.  Are my knees feeling weak.  He never had this effect on me before.

     “I see you are ready.  Let me help you with that stuff.  Do you have a place in mind for your painting?”

     “Oh yes, just down the road a little.  We can walk”

     Joe hesitated for a moment as Ariel started down the walk way.  She turned around to catch him watching her as he always did.

     “Well, come on.  There is a better view up the road.”

     “I doubt it,” he answered.  “I think this is the best view.” 

     He smiled at her again and picked up the picnic basket and easel.  It was a lovely walk, rows of flowers mixed in rock and pebble gardens, and the ocean waves gently lapping at the shore.  Ariel felt as ease for the first time since Mark showed up at her door.  She was watching Joe now as they slowly walked down to the shore.  He had a muscular frame, not like  body builder, but masculine and pleasing to look at.  Six feet, she thought as she scan the length of him.  Yeah, six feet.

     “So what are you looking at?”  Joe was pleased to see her checking him out.  He liked the blush that came to her cheek when he caught her watching.

     “Oh, … nothing.  I was just admiring how you keep yourself in such good shape.”

     “Is that right?”  He stopped and gazed at her, the blaring sun emphasizing the high lights in her long straight hair. 

     “Well, here we are,” Ariel was finally able to speak.  “Let’s put the blanket right here.  The ground is pretty level here for my easel.

Do you want to go for a swim while I get set up?  Then we can have a little lunch.”

     “Sounds great.  I’ll be back in a few.”

     Ariel watched him head for the water, dazed as if she never really seen him before this day.  Well, she never noticed him quite like this before.  She found herself memorizing every movement he made. He walked with the strength of a bear and the grace of a leopard.  What am I doing, she thought.  I am not going to fall for him.  There is no time for romance.  Besides, we have known each other for a long time.  After all, we are like sister and brother.

     But, she kept watching him anyway.

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 12, 2010

Noises and Things

     Off to the table with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  Soon, it will be off to the porch with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  I am getting more enthusiastic than ever with my writing.  Too many ideas, though, can take up so much time.  It’s better to filter out the important do firsts and file the rest away for another day.  I just want more hours of writing time.  It’s like an addiction for me.  When I am  too sleepy to write, it is back to my second addiction, reading.  I am so blessed to have the time to do both!

     Well, I have Joe back at Ariel’s house with is wide toothy grin and dark hair and so on and so on….

     “John won’t be coming in today,” Ariel said as she squinted her eyes and looked him square in the face searching for some type of expression in response. But, there was nothing.  Not even a flinch. 

     “Oh, why not?  I was looking forward to seeing him,” Joe smiled and noticed her intent stare.  “What?  Is something wrong?”

     “What makes you ask if something is wrong?”  A sense of alarm was creeping through her body.  Did he know something about John’s apartment? 

     “It is the way you are staring at me,” he answered her.  “What’s up kiddo?  You look like you are worried about something.”

     “Well, anyway, John won’t be coming in for at least a couple of days.”  I probably shouldn’t have told him that, Ariel thought.  I don’t want anyone to know I am alone.  Oh, what am I thinking.  This is Joe, John’s buddy.  She smiled at herself and got up off the chair.

     “Well, that’s better,” Joe said.  “Love to see you smile.  But, what’s going on?  You really seemed concerned about something.”

     “It’s just that I made all these plans for us and now I am disappointed.  So, are you up for another picnic lunch on the beach?  Only for a little while, though.  I really should get back to work.”

      “Yeah that sounds great.  But, why don’t you bring your paints along.  I can get in a little swimming and a little tanning while you are painting.”

     “Are you sure you don’t mind if I paint?  John and Mark don’t like me  to paint when they are around.”

     “Not at all.  Like I said, bring them with you.”

     “Joe, do you think you could come back in about an hour?  I still have a couple of things that I want to finish around here.  I promise, it won’t take long.”

     “No problem, Kiddo.  I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”

      Ariel headed off to the kitchen to finish putting the picnic lunch together.  She did a little cleaning and then headed off to the bedroom to change and then gather her paints.  She was feeling much better now.  It was probably a good thing that Joe was here seeing that Mark was still hanging around.

    Ariel was startled by a bang on her window.  She ran over to look out, but, couldn’t see anything.  This is all I need, she thought.  I can’t afford to let my imagination run away with me.  She closed the curtains and headed off to the porch to wait for Joe.  Just as she stepped onto the porch, she heard something running in the yard.  It sounded like it was just around  the corner.  She summoned her courage and walked around to see what was there.  She laughed out loud as a cat ran out in front of her and down to the road.  This is ridiculous she said to herself and headed back to the porch.

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 11, 2010

Alone With Joe Again

     So to the  table with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  It’s almost nice enough to sit on the porch with coffee and laptop.  I long for summer like an old man longs for his youth.  It comes and goes so quickly that I am sure to fill it with the richness of enjoying every moment, even the hard ones.                                                  

     Ariel closed the door and started scanning the room to make sure everything was perfect for her brother’s arrival.  He is such a fuss budget, she thought.  She was sure that he could see a spec of dust from across the room.  The loud ring of her cell phone jarred Ariel from her thoughts.  “Hello, John, is that you?”

     “Of course it’s me.  Don’t you recognize my cell number?  I am still in California.  I’ve been delayed because of what happened.  You wouldn’t believe it.  I came home last night from Paris and found my place ransacked.  It’s so strange.  Nothing was stolen.  It is as though someone just went through everything like they were looking for something in particular.”

     “How awful.  What did the police say?  Do they have any ideas?”

     “They can’t tell anything right off, but they started an investigation.  I am not sure when I will be coming.  I am going to wait for the investigation before I come out.”

      “Oh God, John.  Be careful.”

     “Well, of course,” John sounded annoyed.  “I am having  a new security installed tomorrow.”

     Ariel sensed his aggravation.  He always acted irritated at her for something she said or didn’t say.  She just shrugged her shoulders, sat down in her large wicker chair and stared out her window at the rolling waves in the ocean.  “Well, I guess I better let you go.  You have a lot  to do.  John, did you know…oh nevermind.”

     “Did I know what”

     “Well, did you know Joe was coming here.  He showed up at my door with no warning.”

     “That guy is such a goof.  I haven’t heard from him in a couple of months.”

      “That’s odd.  He said he just spoke to you.”

      “Well, he is just a goof.  Just tell him to kiss off if he is getting on your nerves.  I am going to have to hang up now, the inspector is here.”

     “Ok, I will see you later.”  Ariel set her phone on the end table, disappointed and relieved at the same time.  She loved her brother and missed him.  But, he could be quite a challenge.  He was so demanding.  Somehow, he always managed to make her feel inferior.

     “Ariel,” a voice yelled out.  “Are you home?” 

     “Joe, stop banging on the door.  What are you doing here?”

     “I just came by to see if John is here yet.”  Joe walked in, a large grin revealing bright white teeth, and sat down on the sofa across from her.  “Well, you are looking great,” he said as he looked her over from top to bottom.  “The place looks great too.  Did you do all this for me.”

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 8, 2010

License Plate Number

     So it’s off to the table with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  Ok, it’s here at  the  table with the cup of coffee and the laptop.  Ok, it’s here at the table with a cup of coffee and the laptop…something’s missing.  Oh it’s the noise and chaos of five grandchildren running around playing, hubby calling me into the livingroom to see some ad of an item he will never purchase, and the phone ringing.  I don’t know what to do with all this quiet.  I really love the weekends with everyone here, but, Monday mornings of silence are amazing too!  Even the dog is quiet, laying on the sofa watching me type. 

     With each cup of morning coffee, I miss my mother more.  That was our thing.  Coffee.  And the last few years we still had her, it had to be Dunkin coffee.  She loved her Dunkin coffee with triple cream.  Can you imagine, triple cream.  But then, I like a lot of sugar in mine.  I have to blame Mom for that one.  She used to put coffee with cream and sugar into my little porcelain tea set.  Thank goodness for artificial sweeteners.  I would really be in trouble otherwise.

Back to Ariel:

     “Mark, I really want you to leave before my brother gets here.  I don’t want anything to spoil his vacation.”

     “Well, that’s a nice thing to say.  What do you mean?  How would I spoil his vacation?”  Mark walked toward Ariel in a menacing manner and raised his voice.  “Haven’t you punished me enough?  I told you I was sorry.  What else do you want?”

     “Mark, I accepted your apology the first time you made it.  This isn’t about an apology any more.  I told you, it’s over.  Please, let go.  I want to be on my own and explore my painting.  I don’t want anyone in my life right now.”

     “You don’t want anyone in your life.  Well, who is this Joe guy.  It seems he is in your life.”

     “I am not going to repeat myself.  Get out of here, or I am going to call the police.  Don’t ever come near me again.”  Ariel backed up from him and headed for the phone, her whole body trembling out of control.  Tears were welling up in her eyes as she tried to phone the police.

     “I’m going, Ariel,” Mark’s voice softened.  “I am not trying to upset you.  I don’t think it is fair for you to dismiss our relationship without considering my feelings.  You know I am crazy about you.”  Mark headed for  the door turning one more time to look at Ariel.  He slowly lookedrup and down her tall thin frame as if painting a memory, and then reached for the door.  “You know how to get a hold of me.  I’ll be close by, but, don’t worry. I won’t come near you unless you ask me to.”

     Ariel put the phone down and watched him back out of the driveway.  Close by, she thought.  That doesn’t exactly make me feel comfortable.  She took notice of the small red rental car he was driving.  A small vibe with the license plate…oh damn, she couldn’t see it.

Posted by: storywriter45 | March 3, 2010

The Morning Visitor

     To the table then with a cup of coffee and the laptop.  Well, guess I better clean it off first.  It’s nice to have everything perfect in order to get started writing, but, not necessary.  I will look for no excuses to procrastinate.  The day is already filled with contradictions.  The sun is bursting through with great intensity and warming my face.  Yet, the snow lay on ground having lost the luster of the clean bright white blanke that covered the lawn.   A friends crocuses are peeking through the snow while her friend hails the coming of dead skunks in the road as the herald of Spring.  I vote for crocuses!

     Ariel woke up early and feeling tense.  It’s just the anticipation of my brothers visit, she thought.  I will just get busy with breakfast.  He should arrive about the time I am finished.  She climbed into the shower feeling the heaviness of too little sleep and turned on the water.  The warm shower gently massaged her achy muscles as it trickled down her long lean body.  Relaxation was finally, gently washing over her when she heard someone knock on the door.  She reached for a towel and then her robe and went to peer out the window to see who it was.

     Mark!  What is he doing here she asked herself and then pondered whether to open the door or not.  “Well, I might as well get rid of him before John gets here,” she said out loud as she flung the door open.

     “What are you doing here?  I thought we settled this yesterday.  I can’t believe you are back here.”  Ariel grabbed her robe and pulled it close to her as she noticed Mark’s eyes settle on her somewhat bare chest.

     “You may have thought you settled it,” he answered.  Mark stuck his foot in the door and tried to manuever his way into her living room.  “Ariel, you know I still have feelings for you.  And, I am worried about this joker who says that he is your brother’s friend.  I think I will hang around at least until your brother gets here.”

     “I have made it clear, Mark.  It’s over.  I don’t want to see you anymore.  And as for Joe, I told you John and I have known him for years.  He is not the one who poses a threat.  I can’t say the same about you!  You are making me very uncomfortable skulking around my house and not leaving when you are asked to”

    Mark, tilting his head, looked her up and down with a keen eye.  “I see.  He spent the night here, didn’t he?  That’s why you want me to leave.  I can’t believe it.  How could you do this to me?  Where is that joker?  I want to tell him off for taking advantage of you when you are vulnerable.  Don’t you see, Ariel?  He is trying to make his move on you because we are quarreling.”

     “Now wait a minute,” Ariel was yelling.  “You have no right to tell me who I can see.  I told you it’s over forever.  We are not quarreling.  Please leave!” 

     Ariel could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to shut the door on him.

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