All posts for the month February, 2014

Ebony’s Albino

Published February 20, 2014 by paulandpaulasbooks

Some love affairs are classified as ill-fated and others as eternal. Which would you classify the affair of Ebony’s Albino?purple flower-steven shene

Ebony hissed as the unfamiliar hands toweled her dry. It was good to be in out of the rain, but the strange hands and the smells of food were setting off spasms in her stomach.

“There you go. Almost as good as new.” said the woman, as she moved to shoo Ebony into the living quarters.

Walking through the alcove, Ebony thought, This is really nice. Places to sleep, to lounge and… Oh!

Her eyes widen in fear as she spies the big … the really huge male as he saunters forward, planting himself directly in her path. She quivers as she looks into his pale pink ringed eyes. “Hello,” she utters, not realizing her voice is a soft purr and taken as an invitation by the Albino.

Without a word, he slowly circles her, dipping in to sniff, absorbing her essence. ”Eh bien, bonjour ma bella. Vous êtes le plus beau morceau que j’ai vu dans une très, très longtemps. ”

Ebony skitters back, afraid of his overpowering size and his words, stutters, “Ex..excuse me? Wha..what did you say,” knowing exactly what he had whispered in her ear. At least she understood that he thought she was the finest piece he had seen in a long, long time.

“Listen up Sweetheart, if you want to end up calling these digs home, you and I better act like we can get along. This family takes in the likes of you weekly. I have the final say on whether you stay or not.”

“The likes of me? What do you mean?”

“You look to be pregnant. Are you not?” He leans in to hiss as his body gently bumps her stomach.

“I don’t think.. well that is… no. No!” She pulls herself up to her full height, leaving her still woefully several inches too short, needing to gaze upward into his silvery eyes. Her heart thumping out the echo of his words, I have the final say…

“How do you explain that big bump? Just give birth? On the run? Don’t think she has not noticed,” as he cocks his head towards the woman out in the cooking area. If you play nice, she’ll take you to be checked, getting the best medical care she can for you. Say the word, and you stay. Fight me, you get to keep moving. I’ll make sure of that,” he growls as he breathes into her ear.

Ebony’s shoulders slump as her spirit droops. She was dumped in an alleyway, cuts, burns and, bruises marring her delicate beauty… being cursed for her color, running from gangs of wild males; caught a couple of times. Could she be? No! But what if she was. Unthinkable! Oh, Dear Lord, please no! she silently implores, even as she shyly seeks out the Albino’s eyes.

“What do I have to do to stay? How do I play nice,” thinking, this may be only slightly better than the alley.

“Let’s start with introductions. I’m called Al, and I would like to call you ma beauté noire.”

A smile was threatening to lift her lips even as she replied, “I’m not a horse and I’m not much of a beauty but my name is my color. Ebony. You still didn’t say what you want.”

“For now… I just want to sit and talk.” Al beckons her towards his sleeping area but seeing her hesitate, he veers towards the couch he was on when she walked in. Seeing her raised eyebrow, he assures her, “It’s fine. The folks are as good as the people here in this home. Come Sweetheart, sit.”


“Al, why do I have to do this? I’m afraid of what will happen. Can’t you come, too?”

“Ah, ma beauté noire, you’ll be fine. She won’t hurt you, and she knows I like you, so you’ll be coming back.”

“But what if I’m.. if I’m … if I’m pregnant? Will she make me have a… ?”

“Sweetheart. Ebony. Stop. Please. Don’t get yourself all worked up about something that probably isn’t and if you are, no she will not make you have an abortion. She values all life.”

“I don’t like her and she knows it.”

“You don’t know her enough to not like her. You will like her in time. I wasn’t crazy about her either when I first got here but she loves me and her mate is good to all of us. You’ll see. Now hop in and get going. The sooner you do, the sooner you’ll be back.”

“You promised. You will be here when I get back?”

“Have I lied to you yet? Of course, I’ll be waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life Sweetheart. I will be here, waiting,” Al whispers as he leans in to kiss her.

When Ebony turns to watch Al standing in the doorway, the woman says, “We’ll be back soon and Al will be waiting for you. You’re the first female he’s shown any interest in, and we’ve had a bunch through the house. This is more of a half way house. I do hope all is well with your health. That tummy of yours worries me but if it’s baby time, then we’ll deal.”


Ebony sighs as she settles back on the seat of the woman’s car. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t like her, but she doesn’t. She will trust her though because Al trusts her. He has street smarts, his judgement is good.

In the short time she’s known Al, he’s truly been a gentleman. She shared his bed the night before, slept spooned into his heat, fell asleep to the beat of his heart. Her heart felt like it was home, as its rhythm matched his. He didn’t try to mate with her, just kissed her goodnight and enfolded her in his embrace.

Ebony couldn’t understand the aversion to her, but it never seemed to fail, she always got what she called, dirty looks from other females when she walked into a room. This waiting room seemed to have the same old crowd. The woman leaned over and whispered, “Pay no attention. They’re jealous because you’re so beautiful.”

Overwhelmed, Ebony peeks at the woman, trying to figure out why she’d say such a thing. She wasn’t beautiful. Hadn’t she’d been told enough times she was ugly, just another mouth to feed, not only ugly, but a no good, witchy female. Her mirror told the truth, lots of black hair and those sparkling green cat’s eyes, but all Ebony saw was the lies she believed.


As Al gently rubs Ebony’s bloated stomach, he leans in and kisses her. “I told you, you probably weren’t pregnant but I thought your tiny appetite was because you were nervous being new here. Finding out your body is in starvation, I want to go and hurt your tormentors!”

“Truly my White Knight, you are so sweet. I don’t know how I ever thought you were going to be like everyone else I’ve been around. Please don’t worry. I’ll be okay. The doctor told the missus what food I should have, and she agreed she’d start tonight! I can’t believe she’s doing this for me!”

“I told you she was kind and that you would like her.

“Did I say I like her? I said I couldn’t believe she was doing this for me…. I don’t like….stop, stop tickling me…okay, oka..y, she’s all right, I guess.”

“I’ll be going out, tonight. Got to do my rounds, and I want you to feel comfortable being here without me.”

“Do you have to go tonight?” Ebony could hear the whine creeping into her voice so left the question hanging.

“I’m getting restless. It’s been a bit, since I’ve been out. I wanted you here and I didn’t want you afraid so I’ve flipped my routine but I really need to get back to business. I need to sleep for a bit….do you want to take a nap? I find I sleep better with you at my side Sweetheart.”


Ebony thought back to that first night that Al went out. His job was patrolling the neighborhood, reporting the crimes he should, and taking down the perps that he could. He was one tough guy with many conquests under his belt, with a lot of rescued souls listed on his resume, but tonight was different. Ebony could feel the dread in her bones, and it was tearing her apart. Her throat tightening and her eyes stinging first with unshared but soon followed by an unending flood of tears.

Begging Al not to go out tonight was as far as she could go in her influence over him in their fourteen years together.

His feeling of responsibility for all that the Mister and Missus had done in saving him and saving her, she his greatest gift he said, weighed heavily on him. So here she sat, night after night gazing into the darkness praying for his safe return.

She feared tonight’s outcome. Her visions were few but clear and seeing his forthcoming death was stripping her of all her calmness. Her gut was twisted, spewing forth her dinner, leaving behind the sourness of sadness.

The anguish was building, and if Al had not forbidden following him into the alleyways, she would be hot on his heels. Her love for him was like a knife more cruel than the tortures of her past.

Wiping her mouth of the last of the true liquid in her vomit, she sees them coming and crumples to the floor as they carry his body in and lay him on the couch. The couch where she and Al started their love talks a lifetime ago.

A blood curdling howl rips from her throat spilling over her lips, rolling on and on …until she falls into an everlasting faint.

Gentle hands lift her limp body, to be laid beside her mate as their spirits soar together into eternity. The woman folds herself into her husband’s body as their tears mingle for the deaths of their handsome Persian and his beautiful Siamese.



Published February 7, 2014 by paulandpaulasbooks

Carol Wills photoThe Queen of Flash

Carol Wills, a friend, mentor, teacher and co-worker, I knew because the net shrunk our world to where our fingertips touched. She in Britain, me in the United States.

We met on Bookrix four years ago in 2010, at that time, a new site that has grown into its potential as a publishing site.

Most meetings with the new folks in town was accomplished by the site run contests. Both Carol and I wrote to the themes fitting stories into slots, and while we strived to do our best, and at times made it into first place before other entries overtook, we would slide back and watch as others took home the prize.

This did not overly bother us. We were there to hone our skills. We liked one another’s output, and it was easy to stay connected through a friendship that quickly grew. Carol and I had many things in common and grew to realize we were sisters joined in spirit, separated by birth an ocean apart. Her profile could have been mine:

Oh… um… I suppose it’s about time I put something real in here. Well, my name is Carol. I love to read (anything from Dickens to the cornflakes packet) in fact, if I don’t have something to read I go into anaphylactic shock. I am married with a grown up family. I live with my husband in Chesham amid the beautiful Chilton Hills. My children’s stories are all about a little bird called Titus, who has many adventures. I also write short stories and flash fiction. You can also find me at:

Carol’s teaching was subtle as I watched her adroitly write flash fiction with verve, humor, and a twist. Her book entitled Five Minute Fiction ~

is a collection of short stories that earned her my respect and the name Queen of Flash. I strove to emulate her brevity, if not her humor, and twist. There were times I succeed and her words of praise an impetus to continue in the slash and burn quest of a hard hitting story.

Carol, like me, came to publishing, late in our life’s journey, although story telling was a lifelong ingrained quality. It was not until we retired from the ‘workforce’ did the luxury of writing and sharing our stories with the public become possible because of the internet. We both have blogs and websites, but Carol was more dedicated.

During the Christmas holiday season in the year 2011, I asked for submissions for a projected series of children’s stories. The response was not only gratifying, but a plea for giving went up and was agreed upon quickly and unanimously.

We named ourselves The Peacock Writers, a suggestion by Carolyn Tody who designed our logo. The Peacock name came as a symbol denoting our diverse creative abilities, each with a jewel like shine. Our mission was born.

The first five writers were Janice Abel, Gwenna D’Young, Paula Shene, Carolyn Tody, and Carol Wills. Our biographical section listed us as four Yanks and a Brit.

We all have been composing other stories, books, or articles, but have set our stories for children and charity on the front burner twice a year. For slightly less than two and a half years, we have produced five collections with the sixth one in progress.

Our first collection caught the eye of the advertising staff on Amazon and without any monetary allowance by our group, promoted our book A Whimsical Holiday for Children. I was lucky to see the ad on my tried and true hang out, Dictionary dot com.

Several of our ladies have risen to the top to become our Production Administrator and the other, our Site Sound, and SEO Administrator.

Carol Wills was our ‘go to’ gal in house. If Gwen can’t do it, you can expect Carol could. You want your head straighten out, she could help with that too. When she answered the call for authors needed, she was one of the first there and willing to do a story. Cedric, the Blue Nose Reindeer was born – fitting as Carol was our Brit from the first collection.

She was our site Administrator at The Peacock Writers. And she was much more. Everyone she touched was enriched by her friendship. A helping hand was given when asked, explaining, teaching, proofing, site development were all tools in her arsenal of giving. No task was too big nor too menial, if needed, it was done.

Many times, I would be on my way to bed, as she was rising. We had coffee and talk in the quiet, and then be on our way to our destination.

These past months, during her fierce fight with lung cancer robbed us of our time, and I impatiently awaited her return, only to find she had completed her life assignment, and went on. I hope to see her in the crowd waiting for me. There are still many stories we need to share.

Carol, in the short time we had together on this side, you have accomplished much and with tears, to you I say, “Kudos girl. I miss you.”