Leap of Death

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Just Sketching: Fiction

Characters: Josephine and Dr. Jekyll

Dr. Jekyll emerged from the dining hall when he heard the large oak door in the foyer close. Josephine stood looking about the room. She carefully scanned every nook and cranny of it until her eyes fell on him. She breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“Dr. Jekyll,” she said. “We need to talk!”

He knew why she was there. She had discovered his secret and as Hyde he had made an attempt on her life, just nights ago, to keep her silent. How could he ever apologize for such behavior and explain to her he had no control over the monster.

“I’m not afraid to go to jail,” she started. “Not if it is because I have protected myself and others.” She turned to face him fully and looked him in the eye. “Your monster is dangerous. I will do whatever it takes to protect myself and those around me…from him.” Her voice was gentle and almost soothing though her words could be taken as a threat. “You need to get a handle on Hyde.”

How could he make amends for the way he had treated her? What if other women had been present? Or worse, what if he had harmed a child? His words caught in his throat. If felt dry as the desert and as if filled with cotton. He choked on each syllable as they escaped his mouth. “I understand,” was all he could manage at the moment.

“Do you?” she asked. Her heart pounded and she could almost hear the blood pumping hard through her veins. She was almost shaking. She needed to relax and bring her heart rate back down.

“Hyde is awful, I know,” he started. “But…”

“But, nothing!” she interrupted. “No excuses, please!” Her bright eyes flashed with determination. Her voice was still steady. “If you cannot control Hyde then you should not be around others.”

“That is true,” he said as he took a step toward her. “Please, won’t you sit down?”

“This is not a social visit,” Dr. Jekyll. “I’m not here for tea!” She stayed very still, not moving from arm’s reach of the door. Hyde could make an appearance at any time, in the flip of a switch. She had learned this the hard way and once burned into her brain, she could not forget. She, of course, forgave him. But, erasing the event from her memory was nearly impossible.

She lifted her glass, signaling the barkeep she was ready for a refill…

Characters: Josephine and Dalton

She lifted her glass, signaling the barkeep she was ready for a refill. When, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dalton standing in the doorway behind her. She gave him a wide smile before turning to face him. “Mr. Dalton,” she said. “I had no idea you were here, tonight.”

Morgan looked around Dalton to see her.

“And who is your friend?” she asked.

Morgan pushed past Dalton and made his way over to her. He put out his hand to take hers. “Morgan Brewer,” he said. Her hand slid smoothly into his until their skin between the thumb and index finger met. She then curled her fingers around his to gasp firmly and shook his hand. “Delighted to make your acquaintance,” he said with a slight change in his tone.

“The pleasure is all mine,” she answered. Her eyes shifted from Morgan to Dalton as she released Morgan’s hand and reached out to touch Dalton.

His heart pounded in his chest. He took a deep breath. She looked so calm and orderly, he noted. He felt clumsy and disheveled. Just as their fingertips touched Morgan shoved a drink in her hand. She laughed.

“Oh, okay,” she remarked. She moved the drink into her other hand. “Thank you, Mr. Brewer,” she said.

“Your drink was ready so I snagged it from the server,” Morgan remarked.

The smile never faded from her face. Dalton came to stand next to her and she touched him on the shoulder. “When did you get here?” she asked.

“Just a little bit ago,” he answered.

Her eyes were looking squarely into his then she blinked a few times and adjusted the high collar of her shirt. “Do you mind if we take this outside? It’s getting a bit hot in here…with so many people and all.”

“No problem,” answered Morgan. He grabbed Josephine’s hand and led the way.

She lifted her eyebrows and tried to fight back a laugh. She looked back at Dalton, who was following, and held her drink high so as to not spill it on anyone as they weaved through the room. “Excuse me,” she said as she passed by. “I’m sorry, excuse me.” She greeted each person with polite friendliness.

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It used to be 90% of all Americans owned their own business. Now most of the working population is employed by others. Thanks to the internet home based companies have increased their capabilities. Statistics indicate the average home based business now earns approximately $50,000 annually. 20% of all home based business households earn more than $75,000 per year. (Hodgetts, Richard and Kuratko, Donald. EFFECTIVE SMALL BUSINESS MANAGEMENT 7e. 2002. Hoboken, NJ. P. 151.)

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Tamera Chapman Fitness (Beachbody)
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Addie Marie Photography
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Hello, My Name is… Blog Hop

It’s Saturday!!! And that means, among many other things I’m sure, it’s time for “Hello, My Name is…” blog hop/ comment day!!! I have fallen off the wagon BIG TIME, the last TWO MONTHS, with this blog hop! I hope you will forgive me! Now, without any further ado…

If you are not sure what to do: 1. Visit some blogs. 2. Leave a comment. 3. And, leave a comment on this post.

1. The Traveling Praters
2. Urban Servant
3. Michael Hyatt
4. Just the Clay
5. Think Tank12
6. Pyromaniacs
7. A Stroke Survivor Story
8. Boundless

If any of the blogs listed do not have a comments section, please feel free to “share” them instead!

(For past blog hop posts click here, here, here, here, and/or here.)

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Fiction: His heart pounded as he opened the door. She had to be here….

Character: Josephine Doyle

Josephine is screaming to get out so I guess I better let the girl out!


He ran from across the street to the hefty oak door of a Victorian building as the rain bombarded him. He found relief from it under the rounded overhang of the building. Gas lamps lined the street. Their light splashed against buildings, statues, parks, trees, people and anything else on which they could cast their light. His heart pounded as he opened the door. She had to be here. It was a popular night of the week to be in the gas lamp district and this club in particular.

This great building backed up to the river where even larger gas lamps stood lining the patio. Their flames reached higher than the smaller ones out front. The reflection of their light danced on the water. If she was here, she could be anywhere. The property was large and full of guests. Thankfully, she was not known to wear a mask. That in itself would make his task nearly impossible. Not to mention, there were multiple floors and rooms. However, he was determined. He had to see her.

“Dalton!” he heard his name called out. He turned about looking from ceiling to floor in search of the mystery voice. “Dalton!” the person called again. Being he could not see from where the call came he stood still and waited for the individual to find him.

Morgan Brewer rode down the staircase banister and stopped to face him. Dalton took in a pained breath and sighed. “Morgan,” he said. “What sort of debate have you for me, today?”

“Ha! You know me too well, my friend,” Morgan answered. “No debate, this evening, but how do you like my new shirt? Don’t I make it look good?”

“Indeed,” Dalton replied as he started making his way through the room again. He could not be bothered with Morgan at the moment, he was on a mission.

“Are you looking for someone?” asked Morgan. A smug smirk played at the corner of his mouth and something flashed in his eyes.

Dalton pinched his lips together. “Are you here with someone, Morgan?” He his eyes scanned the room as he waited for an answer.

“No one important,” responded Morgan.

Just then Dalton thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar lock of hair. “Excuse me,” he said as he quickly brushed past Morgan. He dodged through the crowd as swiftly as possible. “Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me,” he said as he bumped into person after person. Where did she go? He stopped and looked about.

The breeze from an open window filled the air with a familiar scent. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he took it in. It was undeniable and distinct, vanilla mixed with some sort of berry smell. He looked for the open window. She must be near it. Frantically, though trying to appear calm, he examined each room.


He turned to find Morgan was following him. “Morgan, I’m busy. Go and entertain your guest!”

“And miss all the fun? Surly you are up to something! I want in,” Morgan answered.

Dalton passed a doorway then suddenly stopped. Morgan ran into the back of him.

“What you doing?!” Morgan scolded. “You damn near gave me a bloody nose, you idiot!”

But Dalton could not hear him. Everything had gone silent. All that remained was the gentle wind passing through the room from the window, the sweet smell of vanilla and berry, and her. She was standing at a table, her boot casually perched upon the rung of a stool as she leaned against the table. Her back was toward him so she had no idea he was there, watching her. One hand was delicately grasping the table while the other held her drink.

His heart raced and he felt ill.