The Pink Journal

My Dear Beloved

I walk upon the street that we once walked. It doesn't seem the same.

I know that it was springtime when we last strolled this way and now it is fall. The buds were on these same trees that the colored leaves are falling from. It’s like they know you are gone and I am alone.

I am not angry that you left. I am only sad that I am on my own once more. Fate knew this would come to be and there was no mercy in its heart. There was no warning to spare us.

I will walk this street that we once traveled every day until we are together again. I promise that to you my beloved.

I will think of the words we said and the way you held onto my arm. I will let those memories comfort me for now. That is all I can do.

Good bye my beloved for a little while at least.

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Revenge 

There was something about this part of town that always made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Why was it that all clandestine meetings took place in creepy places? That was something she just didn’t like.

She got out of her car and looked around. There was no one there. It was all right. She was early. It helps when you are walking into the unknown.      

She walked into the abandoned warehouse with her gun drawn. Her eyes darted to the dark corners looking for movement. She saw a plump rat scurry away as she walked farther inside the dark and gloomy building. She listened for any sounds and heard nothing.

She would just have to wait. It didn’t matter. She had waited this long she could wait a few more minutes.

She dropped her gun down to her waist and sat on a crate to wait for her appointment. She hoped they wouldn’t be late. She hated that.

It was four minutes past the hour when they arrived. Car tires screeching on asphalt alerted her to their presence.

“So here we are.” The mobster said as he walked into the warehouse with his bodyguard. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything but there is someone out there that wants you dead.” She said with a smirk.  

“If you kill me, he will kill you.” He grinned.

“That isn’t what I heard.” She smiled and raised her gun to point at his heart. “I heard they all want you gone. Their loyalties have been bought by your rival.”

“I don’t believe you.” He shrugged. “You don’t know nothing about nothing.”

“You’re right but soon you won’t either.” She stood and took a step closer. She raised her gun and pulled the trigger.

The mobster fell to the ground, dead.

“Clean up this mess.” She said to the bodyguard.

“What should I do with him?” One of the goons asked.

“Put him in the river. That was where he put my father.” She told him as she walked toward the door. “I have business to attend to.”

She walked into the open air and took a long deep breath. Avenging her father really didn’t give her the satisfaction she hoped it would. She holstered her gun and climbed into her car. She drove away.

She had a new life waiting for her in another state with another identity. It was time to get to it.

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Welcome to the Russell 

The trip has been a long one. The plane was late at the gate. When I finally got on board, I got a headache. Chewing gum did not help; neither did the man snoring behind me.   

I grabbed my bags and hailed a taxi. It was a short trip to the hotel. I got out of the taxi and was greeted by the sight of the grand old hotel

The Doorman smiled as he opened the taxi door. He was smartly dressed. He actually seemed happy to see me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was if his smile was contagious.  

The Porter rushed to take my bags from the boot of the taxi. He smiled at me. “Is this all there is, ma’am?”

“Yes.” I smiled at him too. I couldn’t help it.

“Very good. Welcome to the Russell.” He said as he picked up my bags and put them on his trolley at the top of the steps.

“Thank you.” I said as I walked up the steps.

The Doorman held the door as I entered the lush lobby. Rich velvet seating and exquisitely carved woodwork spoke to the age and greatness of the place. My steps were padded by the thick carpet as I approached the desk to sign in.

The Desk Clerk smiled and asked my name. I gave it without hesitation and smiled back at his cheery face.

“Your room is ready and waiting, ma’am. Welcome to the Russell. We hope to make your stay here enjoyable.” The Desk Clerk said with a smile.

“Thank you I’m sure I will find it so.” I took the old fashioned brass key from him. I looked at it and realized how rare it was to still have a real hotel key in the modern world. I smiled at the thought then back at the desk clerk.

The Porter led me to a lift. An old man was sitting on a stool inside. He was the Operator. He gave me a cheeky grin as he stood and closed the doors. The porter told him the floor and the old man started the apparatus.

When we reached our destination, the old Operator opened the doors tipped his hat at me. “Welcome to the Russell, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” I replied before I followed the Porter to my room.   

The Porter opened the door and put the bags on the stand for me. “If there is anything else ma’am, just give us a ring.”

“I will. Thank you.” I handed him a tip and gave him a smile as he handed me the key.

“Thank you.” He said as he hurried out the door.

I fell on the overstuffed bed and kicked off my shoes. Finally, I felt welcome somewhere if only for a little while.

 (1139 credit Where to Wander Blogspot)