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Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Orchid Lover – The Saga Continues... 8-08-2012


The next morning, Gabby Baptiste made her way down the wide corridor leading from her kitchen to the dining room. She took small steady steps as she balanced the tray in her hands.

Gabby was a tiny woman in her in her early sixties. She was an attractive woman with dark brown hair was piled high on her head. A frizzle of soft graying strands lightly highlighted her temples.

“Good morning Camille,” Grabby said excitedly, entering the dining room as she gripped the laden tray tightly in her hands. It rattled loudly as she placed it on the table in front of her daughter.

The aroma of eggs, ham, potatoes and French toast filled the air as Gabby quickly laid them out on the dining room table.

Camille’s smile widen. She could never stay mad at her mother, with her bright smile and even brighter sunny yellow apron. The apron her mother was wearing was ridiculous. It sported a huge sunflower with a happy face consisting of buttons for eyes and orange yarn sewed on for its mouth. But she loved seeing her mom in it. The apron brought back memories of their first sewing project. It was sewn the year Camille was in sixth grade. It was her home economics class project.  

 “Camille, when you were little I used to fill this old teapot with milk. I’d serve you milk and cookies and let you pour, remember?” Gabby asked smiling as she gently poured a cup of tea.

“It smells heavenly,” Camille said as her mouth watered looking at all the good food.

Grabby tilted her head. “I made the French toast just the way you like it, with fresh orange juice whipped into the egg batter.”

“Gosh I love you Mom. You made all my favorites,” Camille smiled hefting large portions of food on to her plate.

Gabby watched her daughter intently. Her eyes glistened over with a mother’s love.

Camille took a bite of her French toast. “Hmmmmmm it’s so good.”   She gazed quickly at her mother and nodded. Instantly she realized her mother’s face was sad. She knew she was upset.

“What is it mother?”

Her mother poured herself a cup of tea and sat down next to her daughter. She took a sip before she spoke. Her voice was strained.  “I didn’t mean to upset you. I wouldn’t know what to do if you left and moved out,” she said sadly. “You know I wouldn’t throw out Desmond picture.”

“No wonder you cooked all of this food,” Camille said licking syrup off of her finger.

Camille wiped her hands on her napkin before reaching over to touch her mother’s hand.

 “Mom its okay,” she said leaning over to give her mother a hug. “I was overreacting. I should never have yelled at you like I did.  I’m so sorry.”

They hugged for several moments.

Gabby pulled out of her embrace first. She gazed back at her daughter. Tenderly she brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Camille my baby I’m sorry too.”

Camille’s face lit with happiness watching her mother smile. She turned her attention back to her plate and took a mouth full of food.

Gabby breathed out. Her voice shook with sadness.  “I should have realized this has been an extremely trying time for you,” a remorseful strain rose in Gabby’s voice. “I should have realized how much Desmond meant to you.”

“Yes he did mean a lot to me mother,” Camille said swallowing another bite.  She put a smile on her face hoping to lift her mother’s spirits. “But at least I still have you. Now it’s just you and me against the world.”

Gabby softly smiled. “Yes, two women against the world.” Her eyes flashed as if in deep thought. “But we are not two women alone in the world. We have family therefore we are rich in blood kin. Did you forget those cousins of mine?”

Camille almost choked on her tea. She laughed out. “Oh yeah begging Cousin Tobias Baptiste, better known as give-me-some money right now you know I’m good for it,” her voice shook with laughter. “And then there is loan me some money and I’ll pay you back on Tuesday. Better known as Cousin Giveme’ Hudson Baptiste. But what he really means is Tuesday in the year of never.”

Gabby joined her daughter laughing. “You know your cousins.”

Camille caught her breathe and sighed. She stiffened. She had almost forgotten about her cousin Larentia Acca Baptiste. She stared into her cup.

Silence fell.

Camille stared off into the distance remembering her cousin. A faraway look appeared in her eyes.

Larentia Acca Baptiste was born with smoldering good looks.   Her cousin Larentia thought she was a goddess.  She had a face that looked like one. But she had a heart that was cruel, evil, mean, and empty.

The moment was awkward.

Gabby glanced at her. The color had drained from Camille’s face.  She looked at her hand. The cup in Camille’s hand was tipping.

She reached out her hand and wrest the cup from her grip. “Camille…..”

“Oh,” Camille said coming out of her trance. She looked at her empty hand.

“I know what’s occupying your mind,” Gabby said with a pause.

Camille shoved another bite of food into her mouth. “What?”

 “You’re thinking about your cousin Larentia?”

“Who? No…..No. What I was thinking about was that I’m out of tea,” she said pouring herself another cup.

Gabby blinked with her thoughts. “Larentia wasn’t as lucky as you, Camille. When she was growing up, she had it hard. A hard life can sometimes harden a child. You had two parents who loved you.”

Camille looked wary. She heard this story too many times to count.  She thought of a diversion.

“Mother aren’t you going to bingo?”

“Gabby face perked up. “You…You think I should go? And leave you all alone?”

Camille gave her an encouraging nod. “Yes. Now get out of her before you’re late for your bingo game.”

Trying her best not to look too excited Gabby said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

Camille’s voice was tender. “Oh, Mom you should go and have some fun. I’ll be fine.”

Gabby looked back at Camille taking off her apron. “Well if you are sure you will be okay. I guess I’m going to bingo”.





Twenty minutes later, Camille stood beside the living room window clutching the curtain as she watched her mother’s car pull away from the curb.

Camille closed the curtain and walked back into the dark living room and sat in her favorite chair. She sat drinking her tea.  She turned her head glancing at the faint light coming from the hallway. She heard faint sounds.  Her mother had left her television on again in her bedroom.

Camille sat back in her chair contemplating whether she should get up and go and turn off the television.

Suddenly she thought she heard something.

She tilted her head. Her ears strained trying to hear. The television wasn’t on anymore. She thought she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance.

“It’s such a beautiful day outside,” a detached wry voice said.

Her thoughts raced. Was she hallucinating?

The footsteps got closer.

 A cold chill came out of nowhere. Then a shiver ran down Camille’s spine.

“The living should enjoy the sunshine. Only the dead should stay inside,” the voice said.

Camille turned her head around. The voice she thought she’d heard off in the distance was now coming from the sofa across from her.

Her eyes grew wide as she watched a strange light illuminate bright into a vapor of air that transcended into a body form.

“Nana!”

“Shut your mouth Camille or you’ll catch flies. Don’t you know its hard work to come and pay a visit from the other side?”


Stay tuned…….to be continued…

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Orchid Lover – The Saga Continues...



The next day, Camille Baptiste woke up before her mother Gabby Baptiste.   She listened intently for the sound of her mother walking about. Then threw off her covers and walked over to her window.  For several minutes she stood there gazing down.  

For a moment the street looked surreal.  Camille shook out her thoughts and then looked again. The street looked exactly as it did last night.  Only in the daylight the grass, trees houses and cars were brightening by the Sunlight.

 Last night had certainly been a strange especially coming face to face with a person from her past.

Camille took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could smell Desmond Garcia’s brand of cigarettes and his aftershave. When she thought about him she could see him.

Desmond Garcia was a tall man. With jet back wavy hair and slanted sleepy lidded eyes of coffee brow.

  She breathed out slowly. Once again she felt that eerie feeling again. She felt like she was being watched. 
            The feeling grew and her heart beat raced wildly.  

That surreal feeling came again.  A chilled frisson passed over her.

Camille?”

Camille jumped as a shiver ran down her spine.

“Mom, I thought you were still asleep.

“Is anything wrong Camille? You almost jumped out of your skin,” Gabby Baptiste asked.

“Oh mom I’m fine.”

Gabby’ eyes dark as coffee widened. She knew her daughter. She wasn’t fine.  “Camille I just want to know what happened to you last night.”

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know mom. I guess I’ve just been working too much. That’s all it is. There is nothing to worry about.”

Gabby’s mother intuition was buying it. “You’re my daughter. I know you.  You are still not over that man’s death. You know that Desmond Garcia fellow?”

Camille shifted her gaze and turned to stare of the framed picture of Desmond she kept on her dresser.

Her mother watched her. “See you still have a picture of that dead man in your room.

Gabby walked over to the dresser and snatched up Desmond Garcia’s picture.

“The first thing I’m going to do is get rid of this picture.”

Camille moved quickly. “No!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “If Desmond picture lives this house then I leave it too!”

Stay tuned…….to be continued…


Sunday, July 22, 2012

The Orchid Lover


Lighting exploded in the dark sky, as Camille Baptiste parked her car.  It was half past midnight on a Saturday night. She smiled recalling a distant memory. It was one of her grandmother saying. Beware half past midnight, because it was the bewitching hour.

  Camille Baptiste shook out her thoughts. She was dead tired, she realized as she as she made her way down the street toward the house. It was then it happened. Behind her as she took another step. She saw the lights flash as if by magic, she stopped abruptly and turned her head. She turned around quickly taking another step.  

  Camille Baptiste eyes widen in recognition. She stood staring spellbound. A ghostly eerie white light glowed back at her. It raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
Desmond Garcia wasn’t standing in front of her. But his ghost was.
She gasped and took a step back. Disbelieving panic overtook her. “Desmond….Desmond… But you’re dead. I saw them kill you.”
Desmond’s body floated like a vapor on the wind.
That was the last thing Camille remembered before the shock took body and she went limp. She fell hard to the ground.
The shrill shriek of a siren blaring imperiously was the next thing she remembered.
Someone was shining a flashlight into her face. She opened her eyes tying to see.
 “Miss….Miss. Are you alright?” the police asked.
Camille recovered enough to answer.  “Yes,” she said taking his hand to pull herself up.

Stay tuned…….to be continued…

Sunday, June 24, 2012


“You didn’t make him any promises? Did you?”

Melina only shrugged and gave Nicky a determined look.

“I do know Marc and Quinn didn’t get along much Nicky." Melina said giving his arm a playful nudge.

“Perhaps you should run and give him a call Nicky, so that you can stay up on his plans. I’m sure he’d be glad to hear from you.  Here’s his number”, she said handing him a piece of paper.

Nicky took the piece of paper, rose quickly and left the room.

Melina turned her attention back to her friend.

“Are you okay Lisette?”

Lisette was silent for a second. “You sure know how to handle Nicky.”

“Yeah I was just thinking. You know I really had a big crush on Marc back in high school. I guess it was that school jock thing”.

“Who didn’t you have a crush on?” Melina shrugged. “Marc had tight abs, he was handsome and a jock”.

Lisette breathed out slowly, “That’s what enchanted me the most”.

“You and me both”, Melina sighed dreamily. “But who did you really like better back then?”

“What do you mean?” Lisette looked puzzled.

“I mean if you had to think about it which would you say was the one you’d most like to have sex with Quinn or Marc?”

Lisette lifted a brow and grinned wickedly. “Well”, she hesitated. “I guess after seeing Quinn naked at the lake that morning, I’d have to go with Quinn.”

“Talk about two people just missing each other at the right moment. You two missed the boat on that one,” Melina giggled.

Lisette eyes grew wide. “Yeah, we did.”

The two friends giggled simultaneously.

Unbeknownst to Lisette and Melina Nicky stood hidden in the hallway listening. Their conversation was fascinating to him. His dark handsome face held a tense expression of quiet knowing. He just heard something he could use to his advantage later. The edge of his lips curved up into a sinister smile.  He knew the information that the two friends had just shared was priceless.
The Ghost of My Dreams
The full moon shined through the window.
That was the way it always started.
I looked out the window
and stared at the bright blue black sky of the night.
It looked strange with the shining white glow of the moon.
A strong floral scent whi
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.
 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By J.A. Jackson 2012 ©  aka JERREECE A. JACKSON
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©

The Foggy Foggy Night  by J.A.Jackson

A Foggy night

A darken sky

Dark secrets

A husky shaky voice come from out of know where, is it from the sky?

A bird screeched

The moon is a glow…..

And then suddenly

A strange light rise up

Like soft lighting

It flash

Tearing open the real and the surreal

All around the air seems mystically charged

You feel like something is watching you…

A presence looms ever near just in the distance, a shadow from the darkness watches.

Its stares back at you eyes hidden by a hood.

There’s that  soft flash of light like a lightning bolt

The eyes gleam back at you they look like the eyes of a snake.

Your blood runs cold, your heart skips a beat…..

Then all at once you hear a  cold bloody scream from out of nowhere!

Just past your left  you hear a  crack of a tree branch someone is near…...

Then suddenly a loud high pitch shrill voice pierces the cold night air…….

 “Hello how you doing? I want to join the party, if that’s okay with you,"

 said a petite woman,  with a  round face framed by a mass of curly purple hair and  a face like a fairy-tale God Mother.

Author; Jerreece Jackson AKA  J.A.JACKSON ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2012

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Write daily. For boredom is not an option. No is not fatal. Perseverance is the key to the kingdom! For the Soul must be happy to ride the winds of life. And to do so, you must write!