Hoshiko’s Ghost Tale

Several years ago, when I was still in Geisha training, my onee-san gave me some time off to go and visit my parents. I was out driving my little pony cart when I realized that a storm was coming, so I turned around to head for home. The storm came up much faster than I expected, and a sudden bright flash of lightning accompanied by a crash of thunder frightened my pony and she bolted. I tried to control her, but before I could, she missed a curve in the road and we went into the ditch. The cart over-turned, the pony fell, and I was thrown out. When I regained consciousness I was soaked, and the pony was standing nearby. The cart was a pile of wood, unusable.

I undid the pony from the ruins of the cart, and taking the reins, tried to lead her onto the road. She was reluctant to move, and when I examined her, I saw that she had a bad cut on her left hind leg. I tore a piece of cloth from my tattered kimono, and bandaged it, then led her onto the road. As best I could tell, we were too far from the main road, and from home, to try to make it, especially since the storm was worsening and the wind was almost at gale level. After a bit of thought, I remembered passing a lane leading into a dense patch of woods, and decided that I might find a place where we would be somewhat sheltered. I set out, slowly, because both my pony and I were limping.

We found the lane, and as we were struggling along I saw through a break in the trees, that we were near an overgrown stream. As we moved on, I saw what looked like a small building, and since that would likely be a better shelter than the trees, I looked for a way to it. There was a narrow path leading off the lane, and it led right to the building, and a houseboat. I was very surprised, first, to see a houseboat there at all, and secondly, because both houseboat and building were in excellent shape.

I headed for the building, and found that it was a snug stable, complete with dry, clean straw on the floor, and a good supply of hay. I left the horse there, and went to examine the boat. It was empty, covered in dead leaves, and apparently hadn’t been entered for some time. I tried the main door, but it was locked with a large lock that was beginning to rust. I went on around the deck, and found an almost hidden door that opened when I tried it. I walked through the house, and found it well furnished, and everything covered in a thick layer of dust.

I checked the cupboards and found dried foods that were still good, as well as balms, ointments and bandages. I took a bandage and balm, and went back to my pony. I removed the harness, rubbed her down with handfuls of straw, spread balm on her cut and re-bandaged it. Then I opened a pipe leading to a water trough until it was full, and left her to rest, knowing she would be warm and dry.

I went back to the boat and proceeded to tend my own injuries. I found dry clothing, and changed, even though it was a man’s. Then, dry and warmer, I prepared a hot meal for myself, using a small stove and the fuel that was neatly stored in a wood box. When I was finished, I could no longer stay awake, and found bedding for the bunk. It had been a harrowing experience, and I was exhausted.

I fell asleep quickly, but was wakened by the sound of footsteps crossing the floor, and stopping beside my bed. I could see nothing, but felt a presence. I asked the spirit if there was something I could do for it, and felt its answer enter my mind. It was the spirit of a Lord who had been selfish and greedy all his life. He had overcharged his tenants, thrown them out when they couldn’t pay without a care for their welfare. He had buried his hoarded wealth, and died alone and unmourned.

Now he could not rest until restitution was made to the families of those he had so mistreated. He told me where he had hidden the treasure, and begged me to be the vessel for his restitution and release. ‘Do this, and I will pray to the ancestors for you, through all eternity. Keep it for yourself, and I will haunt you to your dying day, giving you no peace!’ I promised to see that this task was carried out, and heard his ghostly moan of thanks. Then the presence was gone, and soon I was sleeping again.

When I woke the nest time, it was about mid-morning on a bright, sunny day. I got up, made a meal, and while I was eating I remembered the visitation in the night. I thought I heard a faint ‘don’t forget your mission’ as a slight draft drifted past my head, and answered “I won’t. I will do my best to find the families of the people you told me of, and give the treasure to them.

It was not hard to find the treasure, and soon I had placed the bags on the pony’s back and we were on our way. We were both moving better, so it wasn’t long before we were on the main road, and soon after that a neighbour came along and I was riding on his wagon, my bags in the back and the pony tied to the rear post and following contentedly.

When I finally reached home, I told my father about my experience, and with his help found all the families. All of them were awed and excited when they heard my tale. When they received their share of the treasure, each one blessed me, and the Lord who had, at his death, repented, and though me, atoned for his evil ways.

The night after we had given the last of the treasure away, just before I went to sleep, he came to my bedside again. He thanked me, and blessed me. ‘You have released me. Now I can go on to the next life. You have given me peace.’ His whisper faded, and then his presence was gone. I smiled, and slept peacefully that night. It is an experience I shall never forget.

Inspired by a picture of the corner of a Wild West saloon

Alex Mitchell sighed and looked around. All the old gang were here, just the way they had been that New Year’s Eve so many years ago. Older yes; many white haired, some bald or balding; not as slender and agile, but still the same group as had gathered here forty five years ago. He smiled contentedly, and sipped his drink. Nancy looked over and smiled, too, lifted her glass and glanced around at the people, then took a sip. Yes, she understood how he was feeling; all of them together again to celebrate yet another new year.

As he looked around, he named them off in his mind. There were Jeff and Grace Winston, Rob and Sally Wright, Roberto and Sophia Greco, Hiroshi and Yoshiko Oshita, Tom and Gwyneth Jones, Isaac and Becky Greenburg and Ian and Maggie MacGregor. The ‘Ditzy Dozen Plus’ who first got together in grade ten, back in 1969, and Hiroshi and Yoshiko who joined later. His musing was interrupted by Tom Jones and Yoshiko.

“Lex, I have been trying to convince Yoshi here that we really did dress the gargoyles on the roof of Parkhurst Hall in the Dean’s and President’s robes. She says it’s impossible, they are too high to get up to. Tell her we really did, ok?”

Alex laughed and said “Yup, we did, and now when I think about it I agree, they are too high. But in those days, we would try anything. Boy it was hard to do! We only had a quarter-moon to give us light, and the ladder was at its full extension; getting the robes and stuff up there was an adventure. Then we had to cut and tie them in place. We were considerate enough to take old robes, since we knew we’d have to cut them. There were several times when I thought I was going to fall, trying to reach around the gargoyle while Tom here was just below me handing stuff up.

“They looked great when we were done, though! We had to pay almost all of our allowances to the Dean and President for the rest of that year to replace the robes. It wasn’t fair because they were old ones, but it would have been a lot more if we’d taken the good ones, which were handier.” Laughing, he shook his head. “We decided after that to think about the cost in case we were caught again, before we pulled any other stunts.”

Yoshiko was laughing and shaking her head. “Hiroshi has been telling me some of the things you did, but I didn’t really believe him; though I was part of the gang after I came to live here. I always managed to keep on the sidelines when you nuts went off on one of your pranks.”

By this time everyone was gathered around the fireplace, getting comfortable. For a moment
there was silence as they all gazed at the flames. Then Jeff Wilson said “Remember the
Christmas when we had the big power outage? We’d been out carol singing, and had just got back, dying for some hot chocolate and cookies, when bam! the lights went out.”

Becky Greenburg laughed and said “oh, yes, I remember the mad scramble finding candles and flashlights, everyone running around with lighters and matches. It’s a wonder we didn’t set something on fire. Fortunately, the fire was still going in the fireplace, so we were able to use it to heat up some stew and make the hot chocolate. We spent the rest of the night singing carols and telling ghost tales”

“Yes, that was a fun night. My favourite, though, was when our class at university decided to raise money for special equipment for Sick Kids’ Hospital. The majority decided to make candies and cookies, and our girls got together and made that whacking great pile of stuff! They made three times more than all the rest put together.” Ian MacDonald chuckled.

“True, Ian,” Gwyneth said, “and you bought up half of it!”

Ian laughed. “Yup, I always did have a sweet tooth.”

“My favourite time was when we went to the orphanage and helped the kids make decorations. Some of those kids showed real talent. The angels Annie and Laura made were beautiful, and it was all done with scrap materials.”

“Yeah, the kids enjoyed it, too.” Maggie MacDonald smiled, remembering all the smiles and giggles.

”I think, overall, it’s the winter hikes and cross country ski trips that I remember best.” Roberto Greco said.

“Me too,” his wife Sophia exclaimed, “The silence, the sparkling snow, and the surprises when a squirrel, or some other little creature suddenly appeared and then skittered away. And the Blue Jays or Cardinals flitting around, all so bright and colourful against the snow, it was a magical time.”

Nancy smiled and sighed. “Yes, I loved those trips. No silly boys getting into trouble, just our group of friends, together enjoying the beauty and peace of nature. I loved all the things we did,
all the Christmas decorations and parties and concerts, the birthday bashes, the trips to the lake
for swimming, boating and boat races. It was all so wonderful and perfect, even when the guys were in trouble.”

“We came to it late,” Hiroshi Oshita said, “but I never had as much fun as I did after joining the ditzy dozen!” Yoshiko giggled and agreed. “I was very shocked at first, but it has been wonderful to have all of you as friends.”

Nancy looked at the clock on the mantle. “Time to fill up the champagne glasses, everyone,” she was interrupted by the clock chiming out the first notes of midnight. Alex, Tony and Ian quickly passed out glasses and filled them. They all stood, raised them high, and chorused “To the Ditzy Dozen plus – a happy and fun filled new year with health and happiness to all,” just as the clock rang the last note, and sounds of cheering, bells and fireworks rose outside.

The argument had been going on for at least six weeks, maybe eight.  Everyone had weighed in on it, from Grandma Ida and Grandpa Isaack right down to little Delius. Grandma Ida wanted the sign to have an outline of a house, with the house number painted on it. Grandpa thought just the number would do, on a not-to-big sign. There were suggestions for floral designs, birds, all kinds of things, until little Deli said “Why not a picture of cats? Like mine – the one with the three cats and snow falling?”

They all looked at each other, stunned at the simplicity of the idea, and amazed at how utterly perfect it was. Mother Camille (Cammy, for short) picked Deli up and hugged him.

“Son, you are the smartest boy in the world!” she exclaimed. “That picture would be perfect – though there are more than three Katts who will be living in the new house. It will certainly stand out, and all of our friends will be able to find us easily. Who’ll paint the sign?” she asked the others as she put Deli down.

“Cousin Eartha is a very good artist, and she painted Deli’s picture. Why not ask her?” Tabitha asked.

“Good idea, Tabby,” Father Thom said. “You’ll see her at school, so you can talk to her about it. We’ll supply the board and paint. Maybe she would paint ‘The Katts’ on it somewhere, just so everyone will know. I wonder what our new neighbours will think?” he chuckled.

The next few weeks were very busy as they packed, moved, and unpacked again. Then they went to work decorating the new house for Christmas, inside and out. At last, they would have enough room for everyone, with room to spare for guests. Tabby was really happy, because now, Eartha would be able to come for an overnight stay, and they could have their fill of girl talk and giggles. The finishing touch to the decorating was when the new sign was put in place at the end of the driveway. It was very easy to see, and quite decorative, and they were all very proud of little Deli for his idea. “Now, no one will get lost trying to find us!” Grandma Ida said in satisfaction.

Christmas day dawned bright and sunny, with a new blanket of dazzling white snow covering everything. Tabby and Deli were up very early, eager to open their gifts. Mother made them get dressed and have breakfast first, then they opened their stockings. There was enough in them to keep the children busy for some time, while Mother and Grandma Ida prepared the dinner.

Around one o’clock, Aunt Lilith and Uncle Madison arrived, loaded down with gifts and trailed by Eartha and Edison, their twin cousins. After all the excited greetings, and hugs and kisses, the children dressed and went outside to make a snowman. Many snowballs were thrown, and a lot of tussling and rolling around in the snow interrupted the procedure, but eventually their work of art was finished. Eartha had directed the building, so it really was a very artistic snowman. He wore a red and green scarf, and a top hat with a bunch of holly stuck in the band.  He had four bright brass knobs down his chest for buttons, the toes of an old pair of shoes stuck out at the bottom, and he carried a cane hooked to one arm. All the adults came out to admire him. Then everyone went inside. Dinner was the usual feast – turkey and all the trimmings, and they all did justice to it. Finally, when the table was cleared and the dishes put in the dishwasher, they gathered in the living room around the tree.

“Hooray!” Deli shouted. “At last we can open our gifts!”  Everyone laughed, and Thom put on his Santa hat and proceeded with the distribution. The large pile of gaily wrapped parcels gradually shrank, until they were all gone. In their place was an even bigger pile of torn wrapping and empty boxes. Thom and Uncle Mad put all of the mess into a big garbage bag and Thom took it to the kitchen.

When he returned to the living room, Thom settled back in a comfortable chair with a glass of wine at his elbow, and sighed.  “What a great way to start life in our new Katt house!” he said with a smile. 

“I’ll drink to that,” Uncle Mad said, raising his glass.  They all raised their glasses and toasted the new home, knowing that they would be happy there for a long time.

Zoe Zelda Zeleski (known as snore to her schoolmates) slowly closed the fantastic medieval book with a satisfied smile. It was a book of alchemy and sorcery from as far back as Merlin up to Nicolas Flamel containing much of the knowledge Merlin, gained when he was travelling the world, waiting for Arthur to grow up and he would be needed. He either met or read the works of such men as the 6th century Indian Kamada, and many others. It was a fairly comprehensive history of alchemy.

Glancing at the clock, she saw it was getting late. Not wanting to miss the pass of two moons across Saturn she rushed to her observatory, settled down at her telescope and zeroed in on the planet. She watched for several hours as faintly blue Epimetheus and almost blood red Titan drifted across the face of the giant ringed planet. When the show was over, she sighed happily and made her way to bed.

She was wakened, much too early, when the cat Ebeneezer jumped up on the bed and walked up her body. When he reached her face, he butted her chin and licked her nose, and mewed, letting her know that it was breakfast time. She reached up, wrapped a hand under his body and placed him on the bed beside her.

“All right Ebby, it’s not that late.” She got up and headed for the bathroom. Finished there, she made a hurried breakfast for herself and filled Ebby’s food and water dishes. Then, gathering her bag of magical herbs, salves and so forth, she left. She had a lot to do this morning.

Her first stop was with Old Lucy Brennan, whose daughter couldn’t make her stick to her diet. She had stomach ulcers and had sneaked some jalapeno, and her ulcer was bleeding again. Zoe dosed her and warned her once again that if she didn’t watch her diet she would bleed to death.

Next call was the Clancy’s. Little Tommy had fallen and cut his head open. His mother was worried but Zoe reassured her that Tommy would be fine. Just keep the dressing clean and use the salve. Mrs. Clancy calmed Tommy down with a cookie, and passed on a message; there was a frantic call from Jock McDonald; his prize bull had gotten into a patch of Water Hemlock and was in a bad way. Knowing how dangerous this was, how rapidly the poison took effect, Zoe rushed to the scene.

The bull was in the last stages before paralysis and death. He was frothing at the mouth, which was badly blistered. He was convulsing violently. Hurriedly taking out her wand, she waved it over the bull, reciting “Retro saevus condico temperavi placidum”. The convulsions stopped, the breathing eased, and the bull dropped into a deep sleep. She treated the mouth blisters with a salve and left instructions for use. Exhausted, she returned home, to rest and prepare for another busy day.

They stood, gazing at the tiny figure in the crib, emaciated and twisted from terrible pain, and sighed. “How many is that?” the man asked.
“Today, this week, or since the beginning?” the woman replied. “I can give you figures for all three.”

“This week, here at St. Michael’s, for a start.” He told her.
“We have newborns to six months, thirty-five; twenty extremely critical, on full life support and prognosis very poor.” She looked at her notes. “Ten critical, but prognosis is better, five serious but they will probably live. All together from newborns and up to age ten, there are one hundred and thirty-five. At last count so far this week, nine hundred and forty-five. We’ll likely get more in before Saturday. There is some indication though that there will be some kind of damage, physical or developmental in those who do live. We don’t have a large enough
sample of recovered patients to be sure. And that is only at St. Michael’s. There are six more hospitals here, and their figures are at least as bad.”

He pounded his fist on the side of the crib and cursed. “How the hell did this happen? Where did this virus or whatever it is come from? It’s already covered almost half the world. When will it end? How can we stop it, cure them?” He was red faced and shaking, angry and frustrated at seeing so many children, the future of the world, ill, in pain, dying, or becoming handicapped. “It isn’t only Toronto that has been hit. It seems to be all over the world. How many more are going to die before we find an answer?”

“I’ve been wondering that, and I took a look at where it started. I think it was that meteor that fell two weeks ago. I followed the path of the spread of the illness, and compared it to the path the meteor took, and they match perfectly. I am certain that this is something that came from outer space. Could it be that that wasn’t a meteor, but something from a ship we haven’t seen? Could Earth be under alien attack?”

“I seriously doubt that, though from the latest news my wife told me, it could be. First, it wasn’t a meteor; it was a comet that broke up like the Schoemaker-Levy comet that hit Jupiter in July of 1994. It broke up into twenty-two fragments that followed a straight line right to impact. So the pieces hit in a line across Jupiter, and that is what they think happened here. Astronomers and meteorologists are tracking the line backwards to find the first impact, and whatever land might have been affected by fallout as the pieces fell lower into the atmosphere.

“They are thinking now that it may have contained a virus that is not known on Earth or was wiped out with the dinosaurs. After all, they do say that life here probably started with impacts of comets and meteors. If they can prove that the virus followed the same path in its spread as the comet pieces did, at least they’ll know that. They’re already out trying to find all the bits and pieces they can to take back and examine. If they can isolate the virus from the comet debris, it will give them more to work on to find a cure.”

“I hadn’t heard that. I’ve been too busy trying to keep babies and toddlers alive, and ease their pain, as well as following the statistics. I do hope they can find something soon, or the earth will end up with no children under ten. Then what if it starts attacking the older ones? They do get it now, but in a fairly mild form.” The nurse sighed again. “It is all too much, too heartbreaking. How can a so-called loving God allow something like this to happen?” She turned away and nodded to the two men in hazmat suits who arrived with a clear box. They lifted the tiny body and placed it in the box, sealed the box and left.

Death Comes – part 2 –
The line of boxy, humanlike figures walked slowly, line abreast, silhouetted by the sunset. In a helicopter hovering above, three doctors watched as the figures moved, and one or another, or two or three at once, stopped, bent, and picked something up with an odd wand and placed it in the box each one carried

“It looks like they are finding a good supply of comet pieces for us to work on,” Dr. Ricardo Urbani said. “It’s surprising how many experienced people they were able to find for this search. Maybe now we will be able to identify the virus, or whatever it is and find a cure. Too many infants and toddlers have died already!” Dr. Jose Mazza and Dr. James Snow agreed and asked the ‘copter pilot to take them back to base.

Back at base, they joined the other epidemiologist Dr. Maria Perriago who was in the lunch room discussing their work with Dr. Anne Baker, Dr. Ernest Jenner and Dr. Henry Winslow, all involved with the research. Oddly enough, every one of them was a direct descendant of a famous epidemiologist or a doctor who had worked on related areas, such as sanitation and hygiene.

“Hi Rick! We have just heard some news. David Levy, of comet Shoemaker-Levy fame, got curious about this comet, what its orbit is. He is part of the Jarmac Comet Survey at Jarmac Observatory at Vail, Arizona. Anyway, he didn’t just stop with where it broke up and hit Earth he followed its track backwards. He just announced that it was a non-periodic comet and the last time it passed by was at least thirty million years ago, maybe longer.” Maria said.

“Ok, now we know that we can look for extinctions around that time and that might help locate the virus. But I’m putting my money on the debris. I’m sure we will find the virus in it, and we can test it out and give it a name. And find an antidote. Little ones are dying as we speak, we must find the answer soon!”
The others nodded and rose from the table. “Back to the hazmat suits everyone,” Jose Mazza said. “The first lot of debris has been delivered. Let us have at it and see what we can see.”

They all trooped back to the isolation lab, donned the uncomfortable, boxy hazmat suits and James Snow tapped in the code to open the lab door. They separated to their various stations, taking samples with them, and set to work. Hours later, Jose Mazza said “I think I may have something.” He tapped keys and a picture appeared on the big screen on the wall at the end of the room. It showed a small wavy shape, less than a molecule in size. “I’ll have to dig it out and test it, but first I’m going to see if I can find more. I don’t want to destroy the only sample.”

“I’ll see if I can find any in my samples, too” Ernest Jenner said. “If we both find samples you can do the tests sooner. You can do that while I look for more.”
“Good going, guys.” Ricardo said. “The rest of us will continue to search for anything. If we come up with your little critter, we’ll pass the samples on. But we have to keep a wide search going in case that isn’t our culprit.”
Silence settled on the lab as they all bent to their electronic microscopes and the samples of comet debris on hand. Before the day was over, many more cases of debris were delivered. Anne Baker sighed. It looked like it was going to be a long week – or month. With the number of searchers, the cases of debris could number in the thousands. And they had to find a cure!

She set her mind back on the microscope screen, looking for the wavy form Jose had found, or anything that could be a virus. Such a thing could have wiped out the dinosaurs, would this one wipe out humanity?

Death Comes – part 3
One end of the laboratory was blocked off with a frame covered in a heavy plastic sheet. From behind it came the almost deafening sound of demolition as that wall was demolished. The team of researchers and support people had grown to the point of overcrowding, but all are busy. Two more electron microscopes had been added, and six more were in storage awaiting the end of the demolition and expansion of the lab.
Four or five people were crowded around each microscope. Some were sorting the debris and preparing slides for the researcher at the microscope, some bringing in more debris and some removing rejected debris. The work went forward quietly as the epidemiologists and biologists concentrated on finding possible viruses.

The original seven were severely overtired, having working for thirty hours straight with little food and no rest. Suddenly, Ernest Jenner straightened and tapped some keys and a picture appeared on the big screen. “Look, I have found something that may be another virus!” The screen showed what looked like a string of beads, about ten molecules in length. There was a weak cheer, and Ricardo immediately directed the two new researchers to start hunting for more. “As soon as a good supply is found, Ernest can start testing. This is a good sign, folks.” He said, smiling.
Maria Perriago dropped a prepared slide and swore. Then, to everyone’s surprise,
she sat down and burst into tears. “I know this is the most important thing that I will ever do,” she sobbed, “but I just can’t do any more!”

Ricardo walked over to her and stroked her head. “Yes, Maria, we are all at the point where we are so tired we could miss a crucial creature.” He looked around. “There are enough people now to keep the search going 24/7, so I think that we, the first group, can take a break. One good meal and at least eight hours of sleep will allow us to come back ready to work again.”

He turned to Dr. Susan Mead, epidemiologist, microbiologist and meteorologist who headed the second team. “Do you think your group can take over now for say twelve hours? After we’ve rested, we can alternate eight hours on eight hours off.”
Dr. Mead looked around at her crew who all agreed. Ricardo nodded and said “ok, that’s great. Come on gang; let’s go get some well-earned rest and nourishment.” Then he leaned down and putting his hands under Maria’s arms lifted her from her chair and with an arm supporting her, led her toward the door. The rest of the team followed.

Susan Mead turned to her group “Our turn now, everyone. Let’s see if we can find some more little creatures.” As the others reached the door, there was another shout. They paused and looked back. Tony Ricardo was tapping keys and a new image appeared on the big screen. This looked like a centipede, with many tiny tendrils along the sides. It was about four molecules long. Everyone cheered and the group around Tony set to work looking for more of the same.

As they neared the door, Ricardo thought ‘this is going faster now. I hope we will soon find the culprit so we can prepare an antidote. Too many little ones are dying.’ He sighed, but as he was leading Maria out, Susan Mead shouted “Ricardo! She found something, she has found three samples, the slide she dropped has a fourth! We will start testing it right away”.

Ricardo and his team gave a weary cheer, paused and looked back. On the screen was what looked like an eight-pointed star; on each ‘arm’ were many tiny tendrils. The whole thing was about seven molecules across. “Did you hear that, Maria? Your find will be recorded, and they will test it. When you are rested, you will have something to work on.” Maria murmured yes, and they left. Once in the outer room, she allowed Anne to help her out of the hazmat suit, and wearily followed her. “I’ll eat later. What I need now is sleep,” she whispered. Anne nodded and helped her to the dorm.

Death Comes – part 4
“I know I’m behind on the news, but was this a known comet?” Mai Lee Sun asked.
“No, it wasn’t. According to David Levy of the Jarmac Observatory in West Virginia, it was a non- periodic and came through the solar system some 35 Million years ago, about the time meteor impacts created the Chesapeake Bay crater in the U.S., and the Popigai crater in Russia. The latest news from them is that they think it had a collision or very near miss that changed its orbit just enough to hit Earth. The event also weakened the core so when it got close to the sun, it broke up. That’s why the debris was scattered over such a wide area.”

“Oh, like the Schoemaker-Levy Comet 9 some years back! Thank you, I was wondering, if its orbit was known, why there was no warning.” Mai lee went back to preparing slides, and the lab was silent.

Both teams were exhausted; they had been working in twelve-hour shifts for weeks, and not always stopping when their shift was up. Everyone was feeling a sense of desperation, so many children had died, and most of those who had recovered were severely handicapped. The count now was 60 million – 20 to 40 million more than the deaths from the flu pandemic of 1918-1919.

Jose Mazza, Tony Ricardo, Heinz Weinberg and new comer Pierre Beauvais were testing all of the possible viruses found, including one shaped like a triangle,10 molecules high by 4 molecules wide at the base that had been found by Ruth Williams.
“Well!” Jose said, “The bead form Ernie found didn’t get a reaction from the test animals, so I thought I’d combine it with others to see what happened. It killed, or at least deactivated all of them. It may be useful in making an antidote, though. But I think we should try combinations, since we have found that each is relatively harmless alone, but two may be what we are looking for.”

They all agreed and started making combinations of two or three together. The work went on, mixing samples, making a serum and injecting it into selected test animals. Time went by, and still more children died. In fact, it was getting worse, as it was now affecting children from ten to fifteen. And so many of those who had recovered were seriously handicapped, mentally, physically or both, that the future of the human race looked even more drastic.

Several weeks later Robert Bodden returned from the animal section, where two days before, he had injected a rat, a Rhesus monkey and a piglet with a combination of the wavy form and the star. When put together, the wavy form had wound itself around the arms of the star, making what looked like a wheel with eight spokes. He was almost too excited to speak as he rushed through the door.

“It worked!” he exclaimed. “The star and wavy form combination worked! All three animals have developed the illness!”

There was a loud and enthusiastic cheer from everyone in the lab. Roberto Urbani jumped up and rushed over to Robert and slapped him on the back. “Good man! Now we have the virus, we all have to get to work creating an antidote. After it’s made, we have to try it out on the effected animals. As soon as we have one that works every time, we need to become a production facility, and set up facilities in every country that has been affected by the virus and start producing. At last there is a light at the end of the tunnel.”

Jose Mazza said “I’ve been working with the string of beads, and it had either killed or deactivated all of them. It may be a place to start for the antidote.” This news was happily greeted by all, and they stared preparing slides of the new-found virus to try different combinations of chemicals and other bacteria, especially those that are naturally found in the human system.

“We also have to make plans to help those handicapped children and their families,” Patrick O’Day said. “Many of them have a low income, and the expense of caring for a handicapped child is high. I know, my brother is handicapped, and it made getting along on Dad’s income almost impossible. I put myself through school and sent money home to help.”
They all agreed, and went back to work, now looking for the antidote., and thinking about where and how to set up the facilities for both the antidote and help for the affected families.

Death Comes – part 5
Ricardo Urbani pounded his fist on the table and shouted “Two years! We’ve been searching for two years and still no viable antidote! Millions of children dead, more dying, and now it’s attacking the older ones, even up to seventeen! It’s hopeless!” He slumped in his chair and, elbows on table, dropped his head into his hands and sobbed.

Jose Mazza reached over and put a hand on his arm. It had been especially hard on Ricardo, as all of the youngest generation in his large, extended family had succumbed to the virus. “Don’t give up, Ricardo, we will find it. None of us will stop until we do. There is no one here who doesn’t know exactly how you are feeling; we’ve all lost those most precious to us.”

Ricardo didn’t move or reply, just sat head in hands and stared at the table. The others exchanged glances, wondering what to do when Susan Mead’s voice came over the P.A. system. “Come to the lab right away – I think I have found the right combination!”

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then they were all up and running, including Ricardo, life and hope one again showing in his face. He had been so sure the combination of the star and way forms would be the answer. They had seemed to be working, but only partly; they’d eased the symptoms, but didn’t cure. What had Susan found? He wondered.

Back in the lab in their hazmat suits, they crowded around Susan’s work station. “Hi” she said. “Look at the screen and watch what happens.” She tapped some keys and all eyes turned to the big wall screen. Small wavy form/star wheels rolled along, until the triangle/centipede form overtook it. The wheel was engulfed by the triangle, and soon it began to shrivel. In moments, the wheels were dead.

There was a moment of awed silence, and then loud cheers mixed with sobs of relief. Roberto seemed to take on a new life. “Susan, you’ve done it!” he hugged her and turned to the others. “Everyone – start growing the forms and putting them together. We want a big supply so we can start producing the vaccine here and send supplies to as many countries as we can, so they can produce the vaccine too. The sooner we can start inoculating children, the sooner we’ll have this virus licked.”

The news and combination were sent immediately to other labs world wide, so they could work on making the vaccine. Within weeks people were going out with secured cases of the antidote and the virus forms, scattering to a dozen different countries. Months passed as production started and grew. The first children inoculated were cured, with no or only mild disabilities. Ricardo sighed; it was too late for his family, but he was happy. They had won the battle with this alien
invasion. Even children who had recovered but were handicapped had shown improvement when inoculated.

Two Months Later
“Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow citizens of Earth, I am pleased to bring you Sir Nigel Trent-Godwin, Secretary General of the United Nations, with an urgent and joyous message. Mr. Secretary.”

“My fellow Humans, I am overjoyed to announce that the virus that has been killing and damaging our children, our future, has been conquered. The antidote is now in production in hundreds of locations around the globe, and our little ones are recovering. Even the most seriously disabled have benefited.

“We owe a great debt of gratitude to those who gave up years of their lives to find the virus that was attacking our most vulnerable, and creating the antidote. Most of them are still working at the various facilities producing the antidote; many of them lost loved ones too, yet they persevered. I declare September the 25th a worldwide holiday to be called ‘World Freedom Day.’ God bless all those who sacrificed so much, their names will go down in history as heroes. Happy World Freedom Day!”
The cheers and rejoicing echoed around the world. It could almost be heard on the space station, where the astronauts were celebrating, too.

Inspired by 1905 photo by permission of the estate of H. H. J. Barkshire

“Children, come along now, we must be going!” Father called. There was the clatter and thud of running feet, and the Watson children lined up in a row in front of their father, breathless and excited.

“Hmmm…”Father looked them over. Abigail, aged 14, trying very hard to look like a grown up lady in her best gown and hat; Adeline, 12, fidgeting but trying to control herself, also dressed in her best; Amelia, 10, pulling at her skirt and buffing one shoe against her stocking, grinning under her Sunday bonnet, and little Annabelle, dressed in a pretty summer dress and, as usual, hatless. At the end of the line was his only son, twin to Abigail, Aubrey Arthur Alexander, called triple A by his sisters. He looked quite the young gentleman in his tweed suit and cap, shoes gleaming. Though he tried not to show it, he was as excited as the girls. They were going to Henley-on-Thames for the annual Regatta.

“All right, everyone out and into the automobile, and mind you sit still and quiet while I am driving.” The children chorused “Yes father”, and ran off. Andrew Watson watched them go, smiling proudly, and turned to greet his wife as she came down the stairs. He felt his heart swell with love at the sight of her, his sweet Alison, glowing with health and dressed as always in the newest style. Blue suited her above all other colours, with her golden hair and blue eyes. Smiling, he held out his hand. “Shall we go, my dear?” he asked. She took his hand, smiled, and they went out.

The drive to Henley-on-Thames was not too long, and well before noon they were walking along the Thames shore to find an advantageous places to watch the races. The one they were most interested in was the Grand Challenge Cup race, with men’s eights racing for the prestigious prize. Andrew had been one of the eight from his school to compete in the first Grand Challenge Cup in 1839. Whenever they were able to make the trip, made sure they had a good vantage point to cheer their own crew on.

Soon the banks of the river were crowded, and the starting gun sent off. Cheers and shouts broke out, and everyone surged forward to watch for their own crew skimming by excitedly urging them on.

Annabelle, as usual, had managed to worm her way through the crowd, and was on the very edge of the river when the people lunged ahead. Too late, a man realised that she was right in front of him. He grabbed for her, but missed, and with a squeal of fright she went in. He got down on his knees and tried to grasp her arm, but she was panicked, arms and legs splashing, and she went under.

Suddenly, a teenage body pushed by, and Aubrey dove in. He went under, groping for his sister. He couldn’t see much, but he felt cloth, and grasped it, pulling until he could feel the little body. Annabelle flung an arm out and gave him a hard thump on the side of his head, but he held on, swimming to the surface. Eager hands reached out and took the child from him, and others helped him back on land.

By this time the whole family had pushed through the crowd and they gathered around. One of the gentlemen nearby pushed through. “Let me past, please, I am a doctor,” he was saying. He dropped to his knees beside Annabelle, and proceeded to press her chest, causing the water she had taken in to gush out. In a very few moments, she coughed, and started crying.

Mother knelt beside her, gathering her in her arms. “Hush, my love. It’s all right now.” She whispered softly. She looked up at Andrew and the other children. “She will be all right, I’m sure she will.” She turned to the doctor, who was standing by, smiling. “She will, won’t she, sir?”

The doctor smiled. “Yes, Ma’am, she should be fine. If she shows any signs of fever, bring her to me immediately. I am Dr. James Worrall, of Harley Street. Here is my card.” He turned and gave Andrew a card. “The water in the river is not the cleanest, so there is a possibility she will sicken. However, I have known many who have fallen in and suffered no serious consequences, and she was in only a very short time, thanks to this brave young man.” He turned to Aubrey. “Well done, son. You thought and acted quickly, and many men fail to do so.”

“Oh, Triple A,” Abigail hugged him. You are a hero!” The other girls agreed. “Triple A is our hero – he saved our little sister!” they chanted, dancing in a circle around him. Aubrey smiled shyly, blushing, as Father reached out and shook his hand. “Well done, son. We are all proud of you. Now, I think we should get you and Annabelle back home and dry. By the way, did anyone see who won the race?”

He was told his crew had won, and that, for him, was the crowning touch to the day.

 

 

 

Inspired by the above photo, about 1910.By permission of the estate of H. H.J. Barkshire.

Susan and Sarah sat still and smiling, waiting for Father to get everything set to take the picture. It wasn’t so bad, now he had the new Kodak Brownie camera; not at all like when Grandfather took a picture. That took just about forever, with Grandfather fussing with the lights and the reflectors, and the camera, and their hair, and skirts, and heads and just everything! And they had to sit so still for so long they were aching when they were finally allowed to go. At least with Father, it only took a few minutes.

Father held the camera steady, pressed the control and then turned the crank and did it again. “All right, girls, one of them should turn out fine. You may go now and thank you for being such good models.” They jumped up and ran to the door, saying “You’re welcome, Father. Goodbye for now,” and they were gone. Father looked at the empty doorway and chuckled. ‘Pauline will be scolding them again for unladylike behaviour, if she sees them,’ he mused. ‘I do wish she would let them be children while they still are. Time enough for being ladylike when they are six or eight years older.’ He shrugged. He would try to calm her down some during the holidays. If the boys could run and play, the girls should be allowed to, too. If necessary, he would step in and insist.

Susan and Sarah hurried up to their room, and quickly changed out of their good school clothes. Once changed, they stood and looked at each other for a moment. “Um – what will we do now?” Susan asked.

“I’d like to go and explore in the little woods, but Mother would be very upset if we went off on our own. And the boys won’t let us go with them.”

“Right,” Susan agreed. She thought for a moment then brightened. “I know – let’s explore the attic! We’ve never been up there, and we don’t need anyone to take us there it’s right inside the house!”

“Oh, yes! I’ll bet there are lots of exciting and mysterious things up there to find. Come on, let’s go!” Grabbing Susan’s hand, Sarah headed out the door.

She was right; there were many things to discover in the attic. Broken furniture, but that wasn’t interesting. The trunks, boxes and chests of drawers, however, promised untold treasure. They spent several happy hours delving into trunks full of old fashioned clothes, and trying on some of them. They found big hat boxes with huge hats in, hats with wide brims, decorated with big feathers, and birds and bows. They found a tall mirror on a stand and had fun looking at how funny they looked in the clothes and hats.

 

In one of the chests of drawers, they found many old pictures. Some of the ladies were wearing some of the clothes and hats they had found. “How odd,” Sarah said. “Those things looked so funny on us, but on the ladies in the pictures, they look beautiful!”

“I guess that’s because they were meant to wear them, and we aren’t,” Susan said. “Oh, look!” she lifted a large picture out. “It’s Mother and Father’s wedding!”

Sarah leaned over to look. “Oh, wasn’t Mother beautiful? And Father is so handsome in his uniform. I wonder why they don’t have this in a frame downstairs where everyone can see it? Should we take it down and ask her to hang it: Or put it on the piano? It would be so nice to see it whenever we want.”

“Hmm…I think it would be better if we left it here, but we can talk to her about it. But I am getting very hot and thirsty, and I think it might be almost time for lunch. We’d better go down and wash our hands.” Putting the pictures back in the drawer, they walked down the stairs.

“Oh! Whatever have you two been doing?” Mother stood glowering at them, hands on hips and foot tapping. “You are a disgrace! Look at you – covered in dust and cobwebs, you look almost as bad as chimney sweeps. Into your room, now!” she pointed an imperious finger. “You will have to be bathed and your hair washed. And you can do without lunch. When are you ever going to act like ladies?”

The girls went, heads bent sadly, hand in hand along the hall to their room, with Mother following. They were stripped and scrubbed, and clad in nightdresses. “Into bed with you,” she said. “Perhaps I will allow you to join the family for dinner.” She looked at them. “But for now, here,” she handed them the carafe water and a glass. “Drink as much water as you can, you are probably parched from all the dust you breathed in. And I don’t want to hear a sound, is that clear?”

They nodded. How was it that, no matter what they did, they were still in trouble? They hadn’t gone out of the yard, nor made a mess in their room, hadn’t played noisy games, but here they were, punished again. They couldn’t help wishing they were back in school. Sighing, Susan poured some water into the glass and gave it to Sarah. Sarah took it and drank, and echoed the sigh.

Home From School – part 2

Susan and Sarah sat quietly at the breakfast table, slowly spooning small amounts of porridge into their mouths. They were dressed in clean play dresses, faces and hands clean, hair neatly combed. They didn’t raise their eyes from their food, and were very subdued, faces sad.

Father sat watching them, worrying. They should not be so cowed. At eight and ten years old, they should be full of fun and laughter, and eating with good appetite. He shifted his eyes to his wife at the other end of the table. She sat stiff and frozen faced, though her eyes kept shifting toward the girls, watching their every move.

Just as he was about to ask where the boys were, he heard them. Pounding down the stairs, shouting and laughing – they sounded like a veritable army of boys. He turned his head to the door and watched as they burst into the dining room, like Boers attacking British troops. The boys flung themselves into their chairs and snatched pieces of toast, smeared them with preserves and tried to cram the entire piece into their mouths. Father frowned and spoke sternly.

“Alexander, Christopher, how dare you come into the dining room like that?” he demanded. “You know you are not to charge around like wild men in the house. And look at you! When was the last time either of you bathed, or changed your clothes? And your hair looks like rats nests. And your table manners are deplorable. I will not stand for such behaviour. You are both old enough to know better. Now up you go to your rooms and clean yourselves. Go quietly! And you can do without breakfast. Next time I see you, I expect to see two decently clad, clean young men. Is that clear?”

The boys looked shocked, but quickly climbed to their feet. “Yes, Father. Sorry.” They walked out of the room and headed back upstairs. Mother looked up. “But Godfrey, they need their food – they’re growing boys!” she said.

Father looked at her. “We will discuss this later, Pauline,” he said. “Meanwhile – Susan, Sarah, would you like eggs and toast instead of the porridge?”

The girls looked up, faces brightening some. “Oh, yes please, Father, if we may.” they chorused. He nodded to the servant who placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of each girl. Father moved the dish of preserves over where they could reach it, and settled down to eat his meal. Mother took a deep breath, frowning, then shook her head and said nothing. As soon as the girls had finished their meal, Father gave them permission to leave the table.

“Why don’t you take your ball and go into the back garden and play for a while?” he said. They paused on the way to the door, cast an apprehensive glance at their Mother, and said “May we, really, Father?” When he said they could, they went off happily, talking softly.

Mother waited until the servants left the room, and then turned in anger. “Godfrey, how could you? I have been trying and trying to make ladies out of those two, and you not only encourage them to eat unsuitable food, but give them permission to run around like hooligans! And the way you treated the boys – making them go without their breakfast, and calling them wild men. Really, Godfrey!”

“Did you not make the girls go without lunch yesterday? And why? Because they did the only thing they could think of that would not get them in trouble. They did not make a mess, make any noise, leave the grounds without an escort; they went upstairs to the attic. A place in the house, where they could do some exploring. So they got dusty and covered in cobwebs. Even at their worst, they have never been the disgraceful sight Alexander and Christopher presented this morning. And they are twelve and fourteen. Why the difference in the treatment of your children? I will not allow it any longer. From now on the girls will be allowed to play and get exercise. They will be allowed to go out into the field behind the house and explore, and run, as much as they like. And if they get dirty – that is what children do. I really do not understand why you are so hard on them.”

Pauline sat and stared at him, stunned at his words. Then she bent her head and sat for a while, deep in thought. “You are correct, Godfrey, I have been very unfair to the girls. You have made me look deeply into my heart.” She looked up again, her face sad. “I know what the trouble is. I was so shocked by my sister’s wild behaviour. I was so ashamed of her – riding around in those awful bloomers! And bathing at the beach with young men – her behaviour was just too much for me. I did not want my girls to grow up like their aunt Lizzy.”

“Hmph – nothing wrong with Lizzy there never was. The trouble is you are still old fashioned, and she is modern. Do you know that Susan and Sarah play field hockey at school? And go on hikes in the woods, and get thoroughly disheveled? They need freedom to be children while they are. And do for goodness sake, take the boys in hand. They have no more manners then heathens. I will discipline them when I am home, but you know that I must be away a lot. Promise me you will be even handed in dealing with them all, and do let the girls have some freedom, please.”

“I’m sorry, Godfrey, you are correct, I have been being much too lenient with the boys, and too strict with the girls. From now on, I will try my best to do as you ask. All I really want is for us to be able to be proud of our children.”

School holidays were almost over, and Susan and Sarah were walking across the field, looking for the little mice, and the moles and other things they had discovered.

“We will be back in school by this time next week,” Susan said. “I will be sorry to go. This has been the best summer ever!”

“Yes,” Sarah agreed. “I’m so happy that Mother is so nice to us now. And Alex and Chris aren’t getting away with all the awful things they did before. Being home is great, now. Come on, let’s go home and tell Mother how much we love her.”

They joined hands and ran swiftly across the field, laughing and happy. Alex and Chris met them, and all four headed home. Not only were the girls happier, but they were better friends now with their brothers. They knew they were part of a happy family, at last.

 

 

 

Inspired by this 1910 photo by permission of the estate of H. H. J. Barkshire

“Daisy, Daisy. Give me your answer, do” Charles Mitchell caroled as he peddled along. Philip Warrall, on the front seat of the tandem bicycle, turned his head a bit and called back:

“Chaz, save your breath! We are preparing to enter a race – you’ll need to give it all you have if we’re to win. And I, for one, am entering to win!”

Chaz called “Ok, ok! I’m just feeling very happy.” He shook his head. Phil was so serious about everything; he needed to loosen up a bit. This race was going to be fun, everyone on tandem bicycles. He did want to make a good showing, but being first wasn’t as important to him as having a good time. Then again, Phil was always telling him he should ‘grow up’ and ‘be serious’. Hmph! Time enough for that when he was preparing to get married. He put more effort into his peddling and they fairly flew along.

Not long after, he was surprised to see another tandem pulling alongside, ridden by two young ladies. He turned his head and took a good look, and was astounded when they went sailing past!

“Hey, Phil! Did you see that? That was Charlene Michaels and Phoebe Taylor! Pump away, boy, we can’t let them beat us!”

“And who was dawdling just now?” Philip growled. “You pump away, and we’ll catch up.”

It wasn‘t long before they had caught up with Charlene and Phoebe, and they finished the practise session neck and neck. Chaz and Charley were laughing when they all stopped.

“We almost beat you!” Charley cried.

Phoebe shook her head. “We would have, if you’d been really trying, Charley. I hope you’re going to really try for the race, tomorrow. I want to win!”

Chaz looked at Philip and Phoebe. Both were casting accusing glances at him and Charley. She, on the other hand, was still chuckling, and looked like she had been having fun.

“I have a solution to your problems, Phil and Phoebe!” he chuckled at the thought. “Why don’t we change partners? You two against me and Charley and, of course, the rest of the racers. What do you think?”

They all stood and looked at each other then Charley started laughing and said “That’s brilliant! We can have fun and still try to win, and they can work hard and be serious about it all. I’m all for it.”

Philip looked at Phoebe, she looked at him, and they both nodded. “Fine,” Philip said. “Let’s all meet at the starting line tomorrow. And be prepared, you two – we are going to win!” Phoebe nodded. “We will!” she agreed.

The next morning was clear and warm, with a light breeze blowing. “It’s a perfect day for a race,” Chaz exclaimed, as the four met. “You two look fetching in your bicycling bloomers,” he said to the girls. Charley laughed and Phoebe flushed and smiled. They paired off and stood ready to mount and ride.

It was an exhilarating experience, taking off with a dozen or more other pairs when the whistle blew. Off they went, and soon both pairs were among the leading riders. Charley and Chaz were smiling widely enough to almost split their faces as they peddled along. This was even more fun than they had expected. Phil and Phoebe were neck and neck with them as they slowly advanced past the competition.

At last, they were in the lead, first and second, with hardly a hand span between them. “We’re going to beat you!” Charley taunted as she peddled even harder. Chaz yelled “Yes!”, and they inched ahead, crossing the finish line. Both Bicycles crossed so close together that the judges gasped.

Then, it happened. Chaz and Charley hit a rut in the road, the bicycle flipped, and they sailed off, describing two beautiful arcs, to land with large splashes in the river. The sat in the water, shocked and staring for a moment, and then started laughing. They laughed so hard they couldn’t get up, and the judges waded out to help them. Onshore, Philip and Phoebe stared in shock, until they saw that their friends were unhurt. Then they laughed, too.

“Well,” one of the judges said, once they were safe on shore. “That is a unique way to end a race! It’s a good thing it’s a warm day, at least you won’t catch cold from the soaking.” By this time all the racers had arrived. The judges gathered together, and addressed the crowd.

“We have had a great race, thanks to all who entered. The first in had a spectacular ending.” The judge smiled, and the crowd laughed. “First prize goes to Charles Mitchell and Charlene Michaels. Second prize winners are Philip Warrall and Phoebe Taylor.” He had to stop then, until the cheering died – they were four of the most popular young people in town. The third winner was then announced, prizes awarded, and the crowd moved to the picnic area for lunch.

“Told you we’d win!” Charley laughed. “Only I didn’t really intend to go swimming!” The others joined the laughter, and Chaz agreed, “No, swimming wasn’t in the plans for today.” he chuckled. “We’d better take a cab home and get changed. We’ll be back as fast as we can, and join you for the picnic. See you soon.”

 

“Right, you should get changed. We’ll save some food for you. And congratulations on the win. Maybe it isn’t such a bad idea to have fun sometimes.” Philip smiled and shook their hands. “Hurry back!”

inspired by a picture of a young woman in a field of stubble facing a scarecrow at sunset

‘Well, the harvest is in, the days are getting shorter and colder, winter is coming for sure. I wonder if Young Miss will come and see me again like she…oh, there she is. And that silly goat is with her, as always. This will be the last time I will see her, until Spring planting starts. Soon, I’ll be stored away in the warm barn, to sleep the winter away. I like it in the barn; the smell of the cows, the contented clucking of the chickens. Even the rats and mice add a comfortable, warm feeling to it. And in the Spring, when I am taken out to the field again, I will be all fresh and clean.

‘Young Miss has been home for what humans call Thanksgiving. They thank their God for a good harvest and good health. Young Miss said humans have a lot of things that can go wrong with their bodies. Too bad they can’t do what is done for me. Store away the body, let it sleep all through the cold weather, and come back all new and fresh. It’s odd, though; I am always stuffed with new straw, and often have a new head as well as fresh clothing, yet I remember everything. I recall things from when I was first placed here, by the father of Young Miss’s father; so many years.’

“Hello again, Mr. Scarecrow,” Young Miss smiled and touched the scarecrow’s cheek. “I’m off for the city again tomorrow early. I do miss the quiet here, and chatting with you. I know you are just old clothes, a cloth head and stuffed with straw, but I’ve always known that you hear and understand me. It has helped me a lot when things weren’t going well. Thank you, and have a good winter rest. I’ll see you at Easter, I hope. Till then, rest well, and remember me.” She stretched up on her toes and kissed his cheek, then turned and walked away.

Scarecrow watched as she made her way across the field, feeling all weepy and happy. Young Miss had kissed him! ‘I’ll remember that, and treasure the memory for as long as I last. Take care, Young Miss, be well and happy.’ He sighed, and looked around. ‘Soon this will all be covered in snow. Most of the birds will fly away, and the little animals will go to their dens and burrows. There will be no signs of life.

‘It is nice now, though. The trees are so beautiful in reds and golds; there are still a lot of greens, too. And the flowers in the next field! It is so full of colour. The blue Asters, the yellow Bur-Marigold, the red Bee Balm. There are yellow Black Eyed Susans, purple Bell flowers, blue Hepaticus Red Trilium and white Queen Anne’s Lace. Young Miss told me what they area all called. The reds and yellows echo the colours of the trees, almost like reflections; Fall is such a beautiful time of year, yet sad, too. The year is dying, almost all life hides wherever there is warmth and shelter. But even though I know winter is coming, I also know Spring will follow, and the trees will be green, flowers will bloom and bring colour back, the birds will return and sing again, and I’ll see butterflies, too. And Young Miss will come home, and visit me again, so I am happy even when Fall comes.’

Inspired by a black and white collage of pictures showing various things, and a young woman in a circular frame with a grumpy looking moon above her

She was beautiful; she was graceful; she was sad; she was Morna Meredith, beloved guardian from the sea. And she was bored out of her skull.

Second after second, minute upon minute, day after day, year following year, she had been stuck here. Here, in the centre of the picture, watched over by Grumpy Moon.

She could see a quill pen, ink, parchment and a brush within reach just outside her round window. And she was not allowed to reach out to touch them. She could pick the grapes that grew on the vine around the window. But put her hand all the way outside? No, not even a finger length.

Grumpy Moon told her of many dire things that would happen if she dared. For a long time, she believed him. But for several nights now, she had seen others from the picture moving around. Some even dropped off and went away, out of sight, returning just before sun-up. And they were unharmed, happy, and chatting about all the thngs they saw. One had even come to borrow her candle!

She had found some time ago, that if she sang, Grumpy Moon would pull a cloud over his face and go to sleep. Did she dare? The one thing that worried her was his assertion that she would age if she stepped outside. She had never aged, didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he told her that aging meant getting wrinkled and ugly. And she would lose her strength. But those who had gone were the same when they came back. Yet still she hesitated.

Then, one evening, a man in a top coat and Fedora came by, saw her, and stopped to stare. “You are most beautiful!” he exclaimed. “Would you honour me, and come exploring with me?”

“No!” shouted Grumpy Moon. “She is the Guardian, she is not allowed to leave her post! Go away!” and he scowled fiercely.

Morna Meredith held up her finger to her lips, telling the man to wait. Then she started to sing. Her song was beautiful, full of peace and love, and the sound of small waves lapping the shore. Soon Grumpy’s eyes closed, and he reached for a cloud. Five minutes later, he was snoring peacefully.

“Now, sir, if you will help me climb out, I would gladly go with you. Do you know what aging is? Moon said I will age, if I leave my post.”

The man took her hand and helped her climb out. “Yes, I know about aging. It happens to all humans. It starts the day they are born, and goes on throughout their lives. Some live for many decades. The longer they live, the more likely they are to develop wrinkles, and lose strength. But for us in this picture, it doesn’t happen. Perhaps, when we leave out places and wander, we may age a bit. Perhaps a few minutes even if we are gone for the night. But it would take centuries, going out every night, before we showed any real signs of aging.”

“Oh, thank you. That eases my mind a lot. Now, I can enjoy my adventure. My name is Morna Meredith. What are you called?”

“I’m The Great Detective.” he answered. “Do you have any place special to you? Or shall I take you to see some places I like?”

“I don’t know what there is to see,” she said. “Why don’t you just show me around?”

He offered his arm, and she rested her hand on it. “We can start by visiting Comedy and Tragedy, the theatrical masks,” he suggested. So off they went, exploring the picture.

Morna Meredith was entranced by the big butterfly, and very afraid of the dragon lying atop the big clock.

“Hello,” said the clock.” Don’t worry about him. He won’t hurt you. But do remember, you must be back in your place before the sun comes up.”

They nodded, and promised to keep that in mind, and wandered on. As they passed by the parrots, she heard the faint sounds of music.

“Oh, I hear music!” she gasped. “I do love music!”

“Then, my dear,” said the detective,” we shall go down and listen.”

Down they went, and for a while they just stood listening. But soon he took her in his arms, and they started dancing. And so the night passed, bodies swaying to the rhythm, and she was happy.

But at last he said that they had to go. The sun would soon be rising. It wasn’t long before he was helping her climb back through her window. She turned and smiled, and thanked him for the lovely time she’d had. He replied that it had been his pleasure, and left.

She is beautiful, she is graceful, but no longer sad. Now she has wonderful memories of her great adventure. Another Adventure – Lillian Morpork

Black and white collage of pictures

She was beautiful, she was graceful, and she was unchanged; almost. She was Morna Meredith, beloved guardian from the sea, and she was no longer sad, no longer bored out of her skull.

No more did the time tick unchangingly by. Now she had happy memories; memories of her wonderful night with the Great Detective. As she sat at her post by the round window, she mused. Would he come again to take her on another adventure? She plucked a grape, and put it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Grumpy Moon had been even grumpier, for he had found out about that night out. The gabby parrots had mentioned how lovely her smile was, and Moon asked when had they ever seen her? They tried to cover up with lies, but they were no good at it. Since then, moon had, after scolding her for hours, kept a much stricter watch. He covered his ears when she sang, and shouted, to drown out the sound.

Now Morna Meredith spent her time trying to work out another way to distract him. When she sang now, it was so softly that it couldn’t be heard more than a few inches away. And she thought about the Great Detective, and hoped he would come again. Perhaps he could devise a plan.

But it wasn’t he who came by one evening just at sunset. She had been sitting with her eyes closed in thought, when a sweet, musical voice spoke her name. Opening her eyes she saw a beautiful angel, glowing softly, and bathed by the gold of the setting sun.

“Morna Meredith,” the angel said, smiling kindly. “I am Angel Bright, and I have heard your thoughts and desires, and have come to help you. You should not have been held captive in this window forever. Moon has over-stepped the limits of his authority. He was to watch over you, and keep you safe, yes. But it was meant that you have the freedom of the whole picture. He can oversee it all from his place, and so protect you. I have come to put things right.”

Turning to Grumpy Moon, she waved her hand, and the words of his contract glowed in the air in front of him. “See, oh Moon, this you agreed to. This trust you have broken. Now I bind you. From this day on you will properly fulfill your duty, now and forever.”

Moon scowled and growled, but bowed his head in acquiescence. “So be it!” he sighed, and turned his back. Morna Meredith felt sorry for him, for, grumpy as he had always been, he had been her only companion. And he had told her many stories about the picture. Angel Bright saw how she felt, and told her not to worry. “He’ll be his normal self in the morning,” she assured Morna Meredith, who sighed in relief, and smiled again.

“Now”, said Angle, holding out her hand, “come with me.” And off they went, first to see the big butterfly that had so impressed the girl before. Then they went up and had a pleasant chat with the seven men in the top corner.

This time, she was not afraid of the dragon, and she freely forgave the parrots when they apologised for telling Moon about her previous trip. Then Angel took her down to the bottom of the picture, where they found a beautiful Pegasus.

“Morna Meredith,” Angel Bright said, “this is Bucephalus. He is named for the wonder horse Alexander the Great road through all of his battles, when he won his kingdom. This Bucephalus is just as wonderful. Bucephalus, my friend, will you consent to carry this, our beloved guardian from the sea, for a night of exploration?”

“It will be my honour, Angle Bright. Mount you between my wings, my Lady, and let us fly!” Morna Meredith mounted, and with Angel flying beside them, they swooped down and out of the picture.

Morna Meredith gasped at the change. “Oh! Is this what they call colour? I have been told of it, but never imagined what it would be like!”

“It is,” Angel bright answered, and smiled at the girl’s excitement.

On they flew, looking at the other pictures in the Gallery. Some were black and white, like theirs, but several were in glowing, vibrant colour. And the colour was all around them. The road was made of yellow bricks. The grass and leaves were in various shades of green, the tree trunks brown.

And the flowers! Oh, the glorious, riotous colours of the blossoms that grew all around. And, wonder of wonders, butterflies! Many butterflies, brightly coloured, like animated flowers. They were smaller than the one in the picture, but oh, so beautiful.

They flew on, Morna Meredith drinking it all in, awed and delighted with all she saw. At last, Bucephalus said that it was time to go back, and they flew in a wide, swooping turn, back to the picture.

They let Morna Meredith off at her window, and flew to their places at the bottom of the picture.

Morna Meredith had many wonders to think on, and more adventures to dream of. No longer was she sad and bored, for she was no longer a prisoner. She was free!

Another Adventure

She was beautiful, she was graceful, and she was unchanged; almost. She was Morna Meredith, beloved guardian from the sea, and she was no longer sad, no longer bored out of her skull.

No more did the time tick unchangingly by. Now she had happy memories; memories of her wonderful night with the Great Detective. As she sat at her post by the round window, she mused. Would he come again to take her on another adventure? She plucked a grape, and put it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

Grumpy Moon had been even grumpier, for he had found out about that night out. The gabby parrots had mentioned how lovely her smile was, and Moon asked when had they ever seen her? They tried to cover up with lies, but they were no good at it. Since then, moon had, after scolding her for hours, kept a much stricter watch. He covered his ears when she sang, and shouted, to drown out the sound.

Now Morna Meredith spent her time trying to work out another way to distract him. When she sang now, it was so softly that it couldn’t be heard more than a few inches away. And she thought about the Great Detective, and hoped he would come again. Perhaps he could devise a plan.

But it wasn’t he who came by one evening just at sunset. She had been sitting with her eyes closed in thought, when a sweet, musical voice spoke her name. Opening her eyes she saw a beautiful angel, glowing softly, and bathed by the gold of the setting sun.

“Morna Meredith,” the angel said, smiling kindly. “I am Angel Bright, and I have heard your thoughts and desires, and have come to help you. You should not have been held captive in this window forever. Moon has over-stepped the limits of his authority. He was to watch over you, and keep you safe, yes. But it was meant that you have the freedom of the whole picture. He can oversee it all from his place, and so protect you. I have come to put things right.”

Turning to Grumpy Moon, she waved her hand, and the words of his contract glowed in the air in front of him. “See, oh Moon, this you agreed to. This trust you have broken. Now I bind you. From this day on you will properly fulfill your duty, now and forever.”

Moon scowled and growled, but bowed his head in acquiescence. “So be it!” he sighed, and turned his back. Morna Meredith felt sorry for him, for, grumpy as he had always been, he had been her only companion. And he had told her many stories about the picture. Angel Bright saw how she felt, and told her not to worry. “He’ll be his normal self in the morning,” she assured Morna Meredith, who sighed in relief, and smiled again.

“Now”, said Angle, holding out her hand, “come with me.” And off they went, first to see the big butterfly that had so impressed the girl before. Then they went up and had a pleasant chat with the seven men in the top corner.

This time, she was not afraid of the dragon, and she freely forgave the parrots when they apologised for telling Moon about her previous trip. Then Angel took her down to the bottom of the picture, where they found a beautiful Pegasus.

“Morna Meredith,” Angel Bright said, “this is Bucephalus. He is named for the wonder horse Alexander the Great road through all of his battles, when he won his kingdom. This Bucephalus is just as wonderful. Bucephalus, my friend, will you consent to carry this, our beloved guardian from the sea, for a night of exploration?”

“It will be my honour, Angle Bright. Mount you between my wings, my Lady, and let us fly!” Morna Meredith mounted, and with Angel flying beside them, they swooped down and out of the picture.

Morna Meredith gasped at the change. “Oh! Is this what they call colour? I have been told of it, but never imagined what it would be like!”