Exceptional Is hope real or is this hope for hopes sake Spectre : Another Realm by Lea Tonin1 Book of the Month contest entry

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.                 A child's whimper for mother's embrace Cries grew loud at a scared steady pace Darkness surrounds no arms to hold Her room and bed soon became cold   Slip through the doors on stalking feet Out through the back her mom she's seeks The dark of the lane the dog that howls Her feet moved faster away from the growls   A steady resolve but fright still gripped her On down the road the darkness a trickster Calls for her motber her cries only echoed Soon became lost and her fear became ten fold   With nowhere to go no way to get home She slipped by a dumpster behind a cold stone Wrapped in a robe she curled in a ball Her eyes became droopy with no warmth at all   The morning came calling the light had returned A small crowd had gathered an answer was learned Authorities surround a small covered mound Blue fingers blue hand a small child was found   Gather your children and keep them quite close Death was not planned remember this most   ************************************ Today Christmas day, the best day of the year for many. That was my decision too, to try and make the best of this day as possible. So I cooked my brains out all day long.   Came the time to take the Turkey out of the oven I was  walking with the turkey, one side of the pan slipped from my hand and the Turkey came down with a pan full of grease that dropped all over my right foot.  Now I have third degree burns all over the top of my foot.  I never felt such pain in my life! Now I have a graft on the top of my foot which has silver in it. Apparently bacteria doesn't like silver. My foot remains on fire and sleep comes with difficulty. But this is the year I'm going to remember a lot of.  The year of loss, the year of declaration, the year of scars and the year of healing. It's only up from here!  Once again another trip backward in time. Back to the young girl standing at the door of a stranger's house.   ***************************** "Hello," I introduced myself and then asked, "Is P home?" "Oh dear, you come on in here, you're soaked," exclaimed a very large lady with a cherubic face.  "Thank you," I answered, grateful to feel the warmth of her home. "You sit right down here," she said. "My name is Mrs. B." "P!" She yelled. "Your friend is here! Bring a dry towel for her!" I took off my jacket and shoes then sat shivering. I looked around the room and saw a young, chubby man who looked like my friend P but wasn't him at all. I said hello to him and to a young woman sitting beside him. Hi.  You're looking a bit damp! My name is F and this is W. P mentioned you were walking here. Too bad...we could've given you a lift." "It's fine," I said. "Wasn't that far." "Far enough to get you like that! Whazz up girl?" P said while tossing a towel at my head.  I toweled my hair and said, "Hey P, how's it goin'?" "Better than you I think," P said chuckling. "P, go run a hot bath for your friend." Mrs. B said. She looked at me, "you have a hot bath dear and while your doing that, I'll make you some soup. Something hot to eat will warm you. Off you go." Mrs B said smiling at me. I was bewildered, for a second. I thought someone was playing a joke!  I was just so grateful to be out of the cold, I went with it. P showed me the bathroom with the tub already filling.  The steam, the warmth and the clean water beckoned me. I put my feet in the water which sent warmth up my legs. Sitting warmed me even more. Such a lovely feeling is warmth measured in clean, heated water. All clear and all my own. Leaning back I dunked my head under the water and came up feeling cleaner than I had in a while. I pursued the soap bar through the water eventually getting a good scrub in. I leaned back to go under once again for the rinse. Sitting up, I felt squeaky clean. The cleanest I'd felt in sometime. I leaned my head back against the rim of the bathtub and  thought of Mrs. B. Her kindness and her friendly family, lent credibility to my friend as being a nice guy. "Knock, knock, knock," went the bathroom door.  "Soups on young lady." Mrs. B said. I drained the tub and dried my self off.  Sifting through my bag I pulled put a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. After I dressed, I quickly combed my hair. Then I opened the bathroom door, poked my head out and looked both ways. No one there. I quietly walked into the kitchen and saw a place setting at the table and on it, a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup along with some bread and butter. Mrs B gestured for me to sit. "Eat up while it's hot young lady. The soup will warm you right and proper!" "Thank you so much Mrs. B, I really appreciate this." I said quickly devouring the soup.  When I finished, I started to feel woozy, my bones felt like rubber. Then my eye lids drooped and I could not stay awake. Drooping over my bowl, I could feel Mrs. B's hands on my shoulder. "Come with me young lady, time for bed." I followed with no complaint into a spare room with a fold out bed ready for me to rest. I crawled between the sheets and curled into a ball. I vaguely remember her covering me up and then...I was out.  Out like a light and then some. I woke several hours later. My blankets and sheets were wet from the sweat pouring off of my body and into my hair. I was shivering with a fever coming off of me. And then...nothing. ***************************** Trying to keep my foot elevated from the thumping pain every time I put it down. Fluids are coming through the bandages soon. I will have to change the dressing soon. Lovely season this time of year truly is, even when you're alone. You can still pick up from the good wishes and feelings of others which brings a smile whether we want it or not.   Happy holidays everyone! Author Notes This chapter is from a book called Spectre book two of the series. Book One Is called Ghost. Both can be found in my portfolio if you wish to read. One note of caution. Some chapters are difficult to absorb. Reader discretion is advised.

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