Saturday Mix/ Photo Challenge: Fiction – Dear Moose #amwriting #fiction #SaturdayMix #PhotoChallenge


Thanks to Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Double Take. Also, combining with NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge. Sarah’s homophone sets this week are: mail – postal delivery and male – masculine person. Also, moose – a large elk and mousse – dessert of whipped cream and eggs.


Credit: Brooke Shaden


It began with a letter. The clunk of the mailman’s shoes as he delivered a letter sealed with scarlet. Genevieve snatched the letter from her mailbox. Her hands trembled. The writing of the address seemed masculine. It curved without order or neatness. The fact that a male could handwrite these days surprised her.

“Perhaps he’s an older man?” She shrugged and slit the letter. The name on the envelope wasn’t one Genevieve recognized. She did not believe its sender was ‘actually’ ‘John Smith.’ She rolled her eyes.

Genevieve slid three folded cream pages from the envelope and straightened them. The first page had a tiny emblem in the corner. She wasn’t sure what it meant. A ‘J’ with a squiggle looped over and down from the top of the ‘J’ to form a tiny ‘S’ beneath it. The third letter was a ‘T’ that she realized matched the wax seal.

‘John Smith’s’ writing began without greetings. Genevieve read a few sentences and discovered the letter was penned to someone called Moose.

“I’m not Moose, and I don’t know anyone with that nickname.” She struggled to read ‘John’s’ handwriting. After a bit, she set down the first page. Moose was involved in serious business.

She threw her coat and purse on the floor. She’d only returned from work a minute before the envelope arrived. She groaned. “Why C/O Genevieve O’Connor?” But no one answered, as she knew they wouldn’t.

Genevieve pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shower and food. Then, I’ll read more.” She gathered clean clothes and pondered the letter under the shower’s spray. After a half hour, she dressed and heated left-over Ravioli.

She grabbed a cozy blanket from a linen closet and flipped over page one of the letter Genevieve swore under her breath. Damn illegible handwriting. Can’t you print like a normal person?

She padded back to her room to towel dry her hair and to comb through some mousse. Then, she reclined on her sofa, gathering her blanket as she deciphered ‘John’s’ letter. She shivered despite her hot shower, and couldn’t help the feeling that something about this letter was amiss.

*****

That’s how it Genevieve became lost in the forest, and ended up at a summer cottage closed for the fall. Her body trembled and she couldn’t stand the dirt, blood, and other forest offerings on her skin. The only place to wash was a large kitchen sink. There was no shower, so Genevieve stuffed the cabin’s broken window pane with a blanket and stripped.

She couldn’t get rid of the tang of blood or acrid dirt. It made her nauseous. She scrubbed her skin raw, and poured more dish soap on her hair. She stepped out of the sink careful not to slip. As she rinsed her hair, evidence of the past few days whirled down the drain.

She was tired of being alone. She yelled at the absent John Smith. He’d helped her only once before. “You’ve a lot of explaining, John.”His name was a sneer. “I’m tired of this game. I never knew Moose. I don’t know why I’m his contact: let me be, and tell your gun-totting buddies too.”

Her voice echoed in the cottage, and she was alone except for the howling mountain’s winds; its paradoxical breezes made her headache throb. Gentle winds mixed with gusts causing the windows to clammer.

Genevieve scrambled through kitchen drawers until she found the Advil. Swallowing two pills, she fell into bed. The sheets were lavender-scented and the duvet warm. Who lived here? She didn’t know. Then, a hand swept across her forehead, and she mumbled thinking it was a dream.

“John?” Her voice was hoarse, and her hands reached, and gripped a muscled arm in flannel. Genevieve groaned as his fingers combed through her wet hair. His hand rested on her forehead.

“It is you.” The room was dark and only John’s outline was visible. She knew it was him by his scent. Fresh and masculine.

“You’ve a fever.” She rolled her eyes. Genevieve was mad.

“Drink this?” A red mug lowered to her mouth.

“What is it?”

“I’m not here to hurt you, Genevieve.”

“Such a liar.” He insisted she drink it, so she did. In-between sips she grumbled and tried to sit up. He pushed her down.

“It’s Neocitran. You’re sick and you need sleep.”

“I’m sick? Whose fault is that? After everything, now you show up?” Genevieve’s eyes closed as lethargy overcame her.

“Go away, John. I’ll figure this out alone. You complicate everything.”

He sighed. She opened her eyes as he rubbed his hands over watched his face, and through his two-day stubble.

“I didn’t mean to handle it this way. I didn’t know you’d never met your brother.” He combed through her hair once more.

It bothered Genevieve that things seemed less hopeless with John beside her. She wanted him to stay but knew he’d be gone by morning.

“Just leave, John.”

“Not a chance, Genna.” She thought she imagined his last words.


©Mandibelle16.(2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Just a Few Things To Say


One thing I detest about chronic fatigue is that on different weeks and days I can feel very different. Some days my body just wants to lay in bed all day and some days I actually feel quite normal and want to go to the mall, the art gallery, the Beauty Lounge, or some other place that is not a doctors office. Yesterday was one of those days I spent in bed. My ears were so plugged up and I had such a headache that I spent the day sleeping. This was not CF related just a cold/flu and once I went to the drugstore that evening to get some Buckley’s I felt so much better just like that. It is my go to medicine for congestion but Neocitran is also very helpful at night.

This morning I feel okay. I was almost considering going to the mall but I still feel quite tired. So, I stayed home and did school work for my Fiction course. We are critiquing the beginning of each others works of fiction and I had a couple of stories to go through this morning. Both quite interesting and I feel how will I compete? But I know my style is just different then the people I’ve been reading. So my story which is basically chapter 1 is my 10 pages that I will be submitting from How Was Last NIght For You and I did do quite a bit of work on a setting which the first chapter was missing. I hope it fits in okay because the rest of the story, especially that first night, is dark and chaotic for Nina and John. Anyways it’s been a helpful course and I hope it can manage two at the same time as I’m starting the Copywriting course next Monday. Both will end around the same time and I pray they will balance out so I’m not trying to do two big assignments at once.

Hence, with the school work the last week of Photography 101 kind of went down the drain and I felt I had enough taking pictures for awhile. It’s too snowy here now and everything is covered up it. So last week of that course shot to hell but that is okay. I would very much like to do Writing 101 again but know I cannot handle that with my other two courses.

Also, I told A I had enough of his “sleeping bags” which are pilling and not very big that he calls blankets for his bed. They are either to hot or freezing. So I looked around and found him a nice duvet it’s a mix of down and microfiber so he won’t get too hot and I got him a nice white and grey stripped duvet cover to go with his red sheets. Finally, I will be comfortable when I sleep over and there will be enough blanket for the two of us. So, looking forward to introducing A to what an actual bed should be like. Just have to get him something to make the mattress a bit softer later and it will be perfect — a padded mattress cover I think.

Everything else is good! I think I will go up to the mall tomorrow and go a few places I need to go and then I am not sure what this weekend holds. A is at work for two weeks. Not sure what my friends are up to yet but I do feel I will need a bit of recuperation after this flu finally goes away.

Take care