The Orchid Lover – Camille & Nana’s Love -
The Saga Continues... 8-19-2012
All at once quietness settled over the room. The room seemed charged with an extraordinary energy.
Camille wiped her hands over her face checking to see if she was awake. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. Her grandmother was still standing before her.
Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her stomach twisted in knots as fear overtook her. She recoiled with a sob and staggered back.
Her grandmother’s breathy disembodied voice filled the room. “Come now Lil C, you aren’t afraid of me? Aren’t you at least a little happy to see me?”
The room felt charged as a soft radiating energy filled the air.
Nana softly smiled. Her smile was reassuring.
All at once a strong comforting, familiar, childhood scent penetrated the air. The dark silence in the room melted away. Vivid colors made the room come to life. Like a screen from a movie.
Camille smiled softly the scent was her grandmothers. She knew it like the back of her hand. It felt like bliss. She was content. She remembered back. Only her grandmother called her Lil C.
“No I’m not afraid of you Nana,” she shook her head. “But I don’t understand. Why are you here?”
“Think of me as being a good friend who crossed many miles to come to pay a visit. I can tell you really needed a friend Camille. Anyway the dead do watch the living you know.”
The room felt changed and warm.
Camille found her courage. She took a step toward her grandmother and put her hand out.
“Hold on a minute,” her grandmother cautioned her. “I’m still full of dust, mist and vapor,” she grinned and stretched out her hand. Instantly the dust particles solidified and sparkled. Her fingers and hand molded into human form. Gently she reached out and clasped her granddaughter’s hand tightly. “There now my love. I won’t scare you off with a cold touch. I should feel warm now.”
“Yes, you do. You feel like…” Camille hesitated. It all seemed like a dream.
Her grandmother’s touch felt serene and everlasting. It was pure happiness, pure love. The love that had engulfed her shot instantly through her body.
Camille struggled to speak. Her gaze locked with her grandmother’s. “I R-Remember…..How much you love me. I remember you always promised me you’d be there for me.”
Camille’s voice shook with a sob.
“No worries Camille, everything will be alright. You’re a strong woman,” her grandmother assured her. “You just needed to know someone loves you, someone is looking out for you, and someone will help you.”
“But why do I need help? Why are you here to help me?”
A chill seeped through the air. The atmosphere in the room felt changed.
Her grandmother struggled to speak. “There are things you don’t know. Things about Desmond,” she hesitated. “Desmond had secrets.”
“Secrets?” Camille blinked not understanding.
The she gazed up at her grandmother her eyes transfixed. Her grandmother’s being grew faint like a shadow.
Camille’s eyes grew wide. “Nana, what’s wrong? You seem to be fading.”
“Shhhhh. Do you hear that?”
Camille stood still straining her ears. She shrugged. “No, I don’t hear a thing.”
“Lil C I have to leave you now. Tell no one I was here. You here me?” her voice fading. She murmured again. “Tell no one I was here,” her grandmother said as she vanished.
Stay tuned…….To be continued…
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
The Orchid Lover – Camille & Nana’s Love -
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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…
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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.
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…
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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…
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
The Ghost of My Dreams
It was coming.....Just like always.
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 whiffs the air.
It was coming.....Just like always.
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 whiffs 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.
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 ©
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 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 ©
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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