Thought I'd like to share.   I started reading Sub Rosa: Ghosts of the Past last night. I'm posting the introductory/teaser scene. I reread it and it's not as spoilery as I first thought. Coolness for you all.

I haven't written anything since Nov. 28 and it's strange. I have free time, but what I have wanted to do is add a few scenes. I'll get to printing out my certificate. I think it would look good printed on photo paper and framed. I might even have it as my desktop image but it's going to be hard to replace this Meeting of the Eight that I've had for a long time.

Sub Rosa: Ghosts of the Past

Memorial Gardens
3:25 PM

The fog hung low, covering the grounds in a white shroud. The cold mist was stirred by unexpected winds whipping between the talismans of the dead. Somberly standing in front of an ornately decorated placard was someone who kept his promises. This promise he would endeavor to keep til his death. He glanced around feeling eyes watching him. It was a familiar feeling, but one that he wasn’t expecting.

He heard a tiny squeak to his left and turned to look at the origin. It was a brown mouse hurrying through the grass, trying to get away from this place of the dead.

“Wasn’t expecting you here,” announced a voice right behind him.

“You know I keep my promises.” He glanced back to face his accuser.

“Kind of late, don’t you think?” She walked forward, showing empty hands then stood next to him.

“That’s an empty gesture.” He saw her hands retreat back into the warm pockets of her black trench coat.

“Want to pat me down to be sure?”

“No.” The irritation in his voice shattered the mist between them.

“So, he didn’t even show up?” Her voice carried slightly louder than what she wanted.

“You know he can’t do it.”

“Stop making excuses for him.” She picked up a weed trespassing near the angel on the bottom of the placard.

“I’ve never made excuses for him. You know how I feel about him.” He glanced around, knowing wherever she went, he would always be close.

“He didn’t even come to the funeral.” She wiped the dirt from the rose on the right side of the placard.

“He disappeared for a while then came back like nothing happened.”

“He broke his promises like he always has.”

“Not promises, but lies.” He crouched down and placed a white teddy bear in front of the placard. “Happy birthday, my friend.” He looked to his right. “And a happy birthday to you too.”

He stood up and moved closer to her. “You need to end all of this now. I can’t bury more friends… there aren’t that many left.”

“He knows how to end… give me something I want and he gets something back.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He knows. Give him the message.”

The wind whipped up. He felt a coldness behind his left ear. He flinched knowing what it had meant.

“See she wants you to deliver the message personally.”

“I wish she’d stop doing that.”

“Tell her, but I doubt she will. She’s very insistent, you know.”

“Mind you, will you stop kidding like this?”

He felt coldness grip his legs, teasing him. “Okay, that’s enough little ones. Uncle will do as your Mommy wants now go play.”

The giggles of young children echoed through the area.

“Deliver on your promise to me or suffer the consequences.”

“If I do this for you, will you cease?”

A smile appeared on her face. “Now that’s up to him, isn’t it?”

He knew that it was going to a storm again.

I'll post more snippets as I polish the scenes. I'm finally transferring it onto Word. It's funny that I can actually read my handwriting. Usually when I'm in a hurry my letters blur or I skip words because my fingers are a tad slower than my brain. My chickenscratch is readable. Bwhahahhahahaha.

Take care,
MSR