Sunday, April 22, 2018

Cinema Files s1 p5

Cinema Files
page 5, chapter 5

Sun-dried Slapstick

I stood in my kitchen just after 11:30pm, a half eaten cupcake in one hand, a fistful of thumbtacks in the other. The events of the last few days were wedged into my brain with little room for anything else. So much in fact, I had decided to piece together as much of the puzzle as I could. Hence the thumbtacks. I had laid out on the kitchen table, a bunch of recipe cards, and before I could even consider putting ink to them, there was a knock at my door.  I found Rudolph standing there dressed in dark jeans, cowboy boots, a black dress shirt and leather jacket. I felt more than sheepish in my own sweatpants and t-shirt that were in fact my pajamas.

"You look comfy." he smiled at me, raising his eyebrows in unison causing his grey eyes to sparkle. He hovered in the doorway both hands over his head, all his weight it seemed in his wrists as he leaned in just an inch.

"You going out?" I realized I was still holding both the cupcake and the thumbtacks. Sidestepping, I dropped them all down on the cutting board in the kitchen as he shook his head still smirking.

"I mean, I was thinking about it. Then I realized, I haven't got a single clue as to where one might go in this city to go out." he shrugged too innocently to actually be taken innocently.

"So you decided to knock on my door instead?" my eyes shifted first to my sad looking half eaten cupcake with the shinny stack of thumbtacks beside it, then to the kitchen table a few feet away where my empty recipe cards were waiting; before being drawn back towards Rudolph.  He followed my gaze.

"What you doing with that?" he gestured towards the thumbtacks. "Midnight snack?" he gave another smirk. I stammered as a slight tint hit my cheeks, unable to come up with a good lie.

"The investigation, which by the way, we're not suppose to talk about. Got me thinking." I moved then towards the kitchen table distracted, failing to notice Rudolph pick up my half eaten treat until he was holding it near my mouth. Taking it from him, I watched him proceed to lick the icing off his thumb. I felt my stomach flip as he did, and another wave of a blush heat my face. Turning from him, I grabbed the pen and a few of the naked recipe cards, jotting down what we knew so far. Taking a half step back on my heel, I debated if I should let him know about my aunt's storage unit? I ended up telling him but left out the part about the scandalous dvd.

"Is that what was in the container you were carrying last night when we met?"  Nodding, I pointed to the large bin of files. "Is it okay?" the dark haired male asked as he halfway leaned towards it eager to get his hands on the pages."I've seen this before." he ran his finger then across the top of some of my aunt's files, referring to the little red stars she had added. "One of the assignments they want me to do, is connected to an old police investigation being reopened. The reporter who had been interviewing the suspect in the case, had added these markings to some notes."

"Which case?" I asked tacking up the recipe cards to a framed corkboard in the corner of my kitchen.  His grey eyes were cast downward not looking at the page in his hands anymore, as he licked his lips, his mind elsewhere for the briefest second.

"The tomato factory." he quickly replied. I caught the faintest hint of embarrassment in Rudolph's posture as he pulled back a few centimeters to lean back at the waist, his arms now crossed.

"I saw something about that..." digging through a small stack of newspaper clippings, I found the photos of the crime scene. "Two dead in an accident." It did have some of my aunt's red stars near the date. "Five years ago." I said mindlessly as I tacked it to the corkboard. "I heard some of the regulars at the coffee shop talking about that last week. Something about rezoning it or something?"

"Hmm." Rudolph grunted more to himself than in reply to me. He still stood there as if on guard like my kitchen was a threat to him. It took me a moment to realize he was deep in thought over the sudden evidence board we were creating haphazardly. "Tomato sauce sounds good right about now actually." the sentence was nearly a whisper as I watched him; his grey eyes shifting back and forth in sweeping gestures over the corkboard, a sudden squint wrinkling his eyebrows.

"You still interested in going out?" I found myself changing the subject without putting much thought to the weight of my question. He nodded his attention on me again. "Give me a few minutes to change and we'll go to Bacchus's Vineyard."  I hurried, grabbing the first pair of clean jeans I could find, cursed myself for not having done laundry all week, and proceeded to find a reasonably clean shirt. I subconsciously wanted to match Rudolph's outfit, without matching his outfit. I ended up in a pair of dark flared jeans, a black bell-sleeved silk shirt and my black clutch purse. Walking out of my bedroom, I saw Rudolph tuck his cell phone into his pocket quickly.
We walked into the Vineyard less than fifteen minutes later as Rudolph assessed the situation trying not to slam into any of the drunk university students that were everywhere. I watched as he closed his eyes for a brief half second, breathing deeply the scent of fresh pasta, garlic bread and briny olives. He had been playing with the zipper on his leather jacket the last few minutes of the walk over, clearly focused on something else he wasn't willing to share. But the second we stepped foot in the place, he dropped his hands letting his shoulders relax. The building was broken into two sections, the left of it a sports bar, the right a family style restaurant. We stood at the threshold of each waiting to be seated. The hostess was a short blonde who's uniform was too tight for her to breathe, in heels that were too dangerous to be wearing in the dimly lit building. She licked her lips when she spotted Rudolph, flicking her hair before asking which side of the building we wanted to be on, her hand hovered over the menus. Her fingers seemed to twitch out of instinct over the bar side's menu as if expecting no other option.

"This side is fine." he pointed to the restaurant. "I want to be able to talk."  It ironically, ended up not being any quieter than the bar side.  The hostess returned to our table three times before our server ever showed, to see if Rudolph had changed his mind. I was of course invisible. 


Tune in again for another installment of Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Just an innocent midnight snack?)

Saturday, April 21, 2018

Coffee Talk April 21st 2018

Spudguns! How's it where you are right now? Spiffy. 

I have to admit, I'm actually looking forward to a few of the coming attractions for the next few months. Hotel Transylvania 3, being at the top of the list for me.  Ocean's Eight, Life of the Party, Book Club, Deadpool 2, Star Wars Solo, and Tully, all have caught my attention.

I'm working on next month's theme at the moment, which I'm sure most of you have already figured out what it is, as it ties in with my hosting Foodn'Flix next month.  And as always, I'll have the official announcement for that on May 1st.

Honestly, I didn't have a whole lot to write about today, just thought we needed something to buffer between the stories, as that's all I've been writing on here the last few months. 

Till later. 

Sunday, April 15, 2018

The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p3

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 333, chapter 333

Out of Time

Our heroine leaned on the edge of the bathroom sink, refusing to face her own reflection in the hotel mirror. She had sent Vlad back to the Van Helsing house, telling him to let the others know she'd be back in a day or so. She just needed time to herself after everything. Not like she figured they would listen. She figured she'd get five hours maybe six tops before they decided to hunt her down.

Head down, head down, don't look up, don't... too late, she raised her eyes just enough to catch the gaze of her other self in the mirror.  "Don't!" she warned herself. "It's done. Don't get squeamish now!"

"But it's not is it?" her reflection said back. "You still haven't lived up to your promise. Your end of the deal. Dax..."

"Dax can continue to wait." she argued with herself, closing her eyes now on the mirror. Turning her back she sighed as she began to get undressed. A cold shower should do the trick, shock her back to normal. She sniffed loudly. "Right normal. Normal. Let's just get back to being..." she let out a deep sigh under her breath, afraid her reflection was listening. "...back to what?"

"Hiding from your mate Edric?" the reflection retorted causing a shiver down our heroine's spine. "Oh do that! Let's scream for Vlad to come back huh? He can hear you, bet he's not even settled in back home yet? Bet he's just a few blocks away still."

It was that easy to connect with him. She didn't have to say she needed him, didn't have to say anything other than think very loudly about her ex husband and the image in front of her. The image of her shivering in fear as her own reflection mocked her.  Vlad arrived knocking on the hotel door a few moments later.
He said nothing as he stood there in the doorway, not needing an invitation, but waiting for one just the same. Our heroine stood wrapped in a large towel, her skin still wet with steam and scented soap as she let him in the room.

"So, it's happening again is it? " Vlad whispered. His voice barely caught on the air, as if afraid to speak any louder. As if the wrong movement would upset the very balance of the fabric of time. Nosferatu just nodded as she moved around the room, closing the blinds and curtains. Once they were in total darkness, only then did she dare to think. At first, they had thought it a ghost, or a spell, and after awhile, that she was simply loosing her mind completely. But the symptom was the same every time, and a complete realization of her own guilt. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, had caused our heroine to hallucinate her very conscience.

"Harvey's back."  our heroine mumbled as she got under the covers of the soft hotel bed. Vlad raised his hand pointing a finger then at the television set.

"I finally understand why you called it that." he replied referring to the character on the tv show Farscape. "What do you think your Harvey wants this time?" he stood for a long pause at the foot of the bed, this time not waiting for any kind of invitation, just begun getting undressed and climbing in beside her. Our heroine hadn't even realized she'd gotten into the side of the bed she used to when she was still married to Vlad.

"I'm suppose to give someone the book." Nosferatu tried not to look at him. "The guy who helped me with my portal home. Dax. He's a familiar. He knew about me having the spellbook that belonged to The Seer's grandmother. I'm suppose to open a portal and express mail it to him."  Vlad made a grunting sound as he fixed the pillow under his neck.

"That will never happen." turning to look at her from over his shoulder. "We no longer have it. I sent the one off with Quentin, and the grandmother's one I had your mate Edric take it somewhere safe."

"You what!" she sat bolt upright in the bed, the sheets puddling around her naked body. "You gave my book away?" she got out of bed in a fit of rage, finding the clothes she'd left piled on the floor earlier, fighting to fit into them. "The most powerful spellbook in the two known universes and you just tossed it out?"

"Settle down. I didn't toss it out. I sent it somewhere safe where the coven couldn't find it. Both of them actually. And it's not your's is it? It's The Seer's grandmother's." Vlad grabbed her wrists, guiding her back to the bed, gesturing for her to get back in.

"Technically it's mine. I saved the spellbook when The Seer was possessed by Pan." she sat down on the edge of the bed again, her gaze catching on the framed map on the wall. "It's so weird you know." standing back up, our heroine walked over to the map, gesturing first to the very edge of  British Columbia, up through the Yukon to Nunavut then down across to the the lower edge of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia to the tip of Newfoundland. "Too see this here like this. I'm so used to the maps back in the other reality. All this Rolf's kingdom. And this here..." she pointed now to the province of Ontario. "The Darkest Forest. Right in the middle of it all."  Nosferatu smacked the wall lightly with the back of her knuckles under the edge of the map's frame. "And the empty sea that surrounds it clear to New Zealand."

"I remember you staring at the maps back in the 1400s with that wistful look on your face. Now I know why. I take it there are places that just don't exist there?"  Our heroine shook her head before turning to look at Vlad. "You never told me just how different."

"Someday. Someday, I might take you back there with me." she mumbled crossing back to the bed, getting undressed again. Climbing back in beside him, our heroine wrapped her arms around her ex husband's torso, leaning her face on his chest. 


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Are we lost yet?)

Sunday, April 8, 2018

The Cinema Files s1 p4

Cinema Files
page 4, chapter 4

Ectoplasmic Exploitation

I was standing in the far left room of the store, the dramas and crime section, about a hundred movies piled around my feet on the floor; cleaning the shelves when Vincent came in.   "I brought you a coffee and a muffin." he called out to me.  Turning, I tried my best not to trip over the unorganized mess. "So, you going to tell me what that little exchange was with the reporter?"

"What exchange?" I said eyeing the banana muffin with eagerness. My stomach had betrayed me the second I walked into the main area of the store and had grumbled like a motor. The coffee smelled like liquid gold as I sniffed the steam flying out of the top of the cup. It made my stomach grumble even louder.

"The guy was practically sitting in your lap back there. You didn't tell me you were dating anyone." Vincent leaned against the main rack of dvds, sounding almost hurt.

"I'm not. He's just my new neighbour. He moved into the apartment across the hall."  I stopped talking only long enough to shove half the baked treat into my mouth. Taking a sip of the way too hot still coffee, I nodded halfway to myself. "And what I didn't get to tell you because he was in the coffee shop this morning, is the dvd we found." I put down the half muffin, moving around the check out counter, gesturing for him to follow me to the little closet-office. I grabbed up the dvd we'd discovered in my aunt's storage locker and loaded it into the dvd player. Vincent blushed clearly not wanting to watch it. "Check this out. Okay, so clearly this was to some extent pornographic right."

"I don't want to see it. Really, I may never want to see a porno again thanks to that." Vincent replied gesturing to the dvd cover.

"Well, you need to see this one because..." I hit the fast forward a few minutes before hitting the play then pause. "it's not one of mine."  Vincent smirked sideways at me. "I mean, it's not the store's. It doesn't belong to us."

"But it's got the store's label on it?" he looked at me shaking his head in confusion.

"Exactly. But it's not one of ours. Look around you, what do you see?"

"Movies. Hundreds and hundreds of movies. Dvds, blu-rays, everywhere." he gestured then with both hands making large circles his fingers spread.

"What kind of movies? More specifically, what kind do you not see here? What are the only two types of movies we do not carry?"

"Anime and pornography." He said suddenly closing his eyes, slumping at the knees. Vincent relaxed suddenly as he realized it was a clue to something. "Hey, wait a minute. I recognize him." he pointed then to the screen. "Isn't he that land developer who just signed the big contract with that hotel guy?"  I nodded.

"This is amateur stuff. I'm guessing homemade sex tape. And by the looks of it, not something he'd want getting out there to the public." I turned off the dvd player, removing the dvd. "I think my aunt discovered it while investigating someone else, and needed a place to hide it. Hence the store's stickers on the case."    Vincent took the movie case from me, looking closely at the cover.

"Ingenious. But why the title? Why not just grab a blank cover?"   We both stared again at the title of it. The Master of Forgotten Wishes vol 8.

"That I haven't figured out yet."

It was just before 10pm, and I was ready to close up the store for the night, my last customers having been almost two hours earlier; when the phone rang.  "Hello Nosferatu's Video."

"What part of keep your nose clean do you not understand?"  It was Detective Whitechapel. "I just spent half the day dodging some reporter who has gone on record quoting you as a source on this investigation. He's been up my arse all day on this, following me around."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all you've got to say for yourself is oh?" he took a breath and what sounded like a long gulp of something. "The official ruling hasn't been declared yet. As far as things are concerned, this reporter shouldn't even know there was a body."

"But he came to us. He showed up at the coffee shop before it was even open, asking to see both Vincent and myself." I wrapped the phone cord around my finger as I waited to be yelled at again. But Ryan instead just let out this deflated sigh, and I could just picture him rubbing his face in tired frustration. "You sound like you haven't slept yet?"

"I haven't." he snorted into the phone. "In fact, that's as far as this conversation is going to go right now cause I'm hanging up and going home for the night. No more talking to reporters understood. In fact, you see him again cross the street, run far far in the other direction."    I agreed leaving out the fact the new reporter was also my new neighbour.


Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. oh goody, a scandal.)

Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p2

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 332, chapter 332

Out of Time

Our heroine sat down on the wooden bench, her breath floating out in smoky clouds. It had been so long since she'd been able to just sit and not have to look over her shoulder, afraid the rustling of leaves was someone or something else out to slaughter her. At the moment, the worst thing she had to worry about was a lost caribou trying to cross the highway. Vlad had stayed with her as they walked down to the beach, not that far from the university campus. It might have been winter still, but the cold weather didn't deter too many. There were still more than a handful of people either BBQing, or sitting around a small bonfire drinking and singing songs. Or what drunkenly passed for singing.

"You're happy to be back?" Vlad had meant it as a statement, but allowed the sentence to hang as if a question. He knew he needed to sit back and let her get her barrings again. Our heroine said nothing as she wrapped her arm through his, leaning on his shoulder. She was getting too comfortable with him and she knew it.

"I should be." she finally said with a heaviness. "I should be thrilled that I'm not up to my ears in betrayal and spies and bad tempered lycanthropes. I should be overjoyed at the fact I'm home. The place I kept trying to find away back to. But..." she shrugged letting the thought sink in. "What did I really have to come home to? I mean..." she gestured then with her left hand towards the edge of the nearly frozen beach. "What was that fight for? I spent all that time worried that everything here had been destroyed, that you lot had all been fighting tooth and nail with Edmund's coven. With The Seer. That there might not even be anything to return to, only to find out nothing happened." she shivered against her ex husband. "Nothing happened." she repeated the words as if trying to process it herself.  The winds changed causing the scent of beer, bonfire smoke, and sweat to fill their senses. Our heroine had to brace herself against it; practically plugging her nose. Cracking her neck she closed her eyes willing her fangs to stay put. She didn't realize how difficult it was going to be to go back to iv bags after the last few years.

"What about Edric? Your mate?" Vlad asked his own head down now, licking his lips. "You going to tell him what happened?"

"What am I suppose to do? Run my fingertips through his chest hair and be all like; hey baby, I missed you a lot, but because of some mystical loophole I ended up back with my last mate and then thrashed that by making a deal with a god and oh by the way, ended up sleeping with not just him but two other dudes while I was gone, but I'm all yours again now...yeah totally see that happening." she scoffed kicking at a small collection of broken beer bottles, grinding it under her heel.

"Maybe little more tact than that." he said flatly. "Our kind doesn't do all that well in monogamous relationships."

"Werewolves do. Okay. They are literally designed by Loki himself to have a mate for life. To be with one person till they die. Number one rule. Which I have managed to loophole my way out of more times than I should admit to." our heroine let out a deep sigh of frustration. "Besides, I still think we've got bigger things to deal with than my relationship status. Do we really think that the coven has given up? They have survived one form or another since before you ruled your kingdom back in the 1400's. They are patient if not anything." she stood then having to turn her back to the still partying humans near the edge of the beach. "You fought them once already yourself back then."
She clinched her teeth then at the noise the humans were making. The quick thumping sound of what they were calling music, pumped repeatedly from a car stereo causing Nosferatu's ears to ache. She was growing more annoyed by the second. Vlad smirked as he watched her trying to keep things under control, he himself having learned to block it out.

A flash of a thought, caused Vlad to move with one quick step, standing a few feet away as he continued to watch our heroine. Watched as her foot came stomping down on the wooden bench breaking it in three pieces, before she turned facing the human party goers. She was on them before they realized what was going on. Before any of them had a chance to scream let alone fight back. The throats ripped out of the two guys to her left, the arm ripped clear off of the guy who was working the BBQ, the last one simply tossed into the side of his truck, the wet snap of his neck breaking as he did before he passed out.

Our heroine could do nothing then as she fell to her knees in the wet sand and half melted snow. Her full Banshee nature exposed as a scream tore from her in as much a brutal force as the carnage she'd just caused.  Gasping for air, she lowered her shoulders and face, resting her forehead on the rough ground. She waited, wiped the half frozen tears from her face as she got her barrings, the winds still heavy with the scent of it all, of the saltiness and copper of blood. Blood that covered the ground, that covered the broken bodies of her victims, that covered her. She waited for what should have been the second round of frenzied screams, but they never came. Vlad should have had no control over his own Banshee nature. Instead, the dark haired male stood with his back against the truck, the stereo in hand like the mechanical heart it was.
Tossing it into the bed of the truck, Vlad sighed deeply letting the breath out slowly through his nose, as he uncrossed his ankles, moving then from the vehicle. He rubbed his hands together, removing the imaginary dirt from them before turning to look out over the edge of the beach.

"Sloppy Nosferatu. Unlike you." he cleared his throat as he moved around the scene, kicking sand first into the bonfire, before crunching up a few handfuls of snow dousing it out. His jaw muscles working overtime as he clinched back what was clearly the expected scream. Shaking his head, he blinked back the pure white eyes to expose his human brown ones. It was taking every ounce of his powers, his skills to keep the banshee nature under wraps, but Vlad none the less was doing so. "Lycanthropes." he nearly spat the word. "Such messy, emotional creatures. It doesn't take one much to see that you've become too much like them." he grabbed one of the victims by the hair, checking for a final pulse. 


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Ah yes, a soulless uncaring voice of reason...)
  

Sunday, March 25, 2018

The Cinema Files s1 p3

The Cinema Files
page 3, chapter 3

Ectoplasmic Exploitation

I walked into my building, trying to balance a large plastic bin of files, a cheese pizza and my purse while digging for my keys. My mind still reeling from the last few hours. A dead body, a mystery man, and my aunt's secret life. I couldn't think straight and all I was thinking about was how I was going to open the door to the apartment without loosing my lunch? Well, dinner actually, and I was meaning keeping the pizza box from slipping to the floor while I tried to balance everything. Giving in, I let out a long breath having to place the storage bin and pizza on the floor. There was just no way around the situation, I wasn't talented enough to balance it.

"Let me help you with that." a male voice said out of nowhere. Well, actually behind me slightly to my right. I stopped cold, unaware anyone had been watching my attempt to not dump my dinner on my shoes. God, I hope my underwear wasn't showing. Turning, I saw the most beautiful pair of grey eyes suddenly staring back at me. "You look like you are having a bit of a rough day." He bent picking up the storage bin, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. I remember nodding as I finally got the key into the doorknob, opening it. I placed the pizza on the nearest surface, hitting the light switch, flooding the small hallway suddenly with a progressive orange glow. "I'm Rudolph." he brought his right hand then to his chest palm flat. "I just moved in across the hall."

"Desdemona." I said hanging my purse on the doorknob of the hall closet.

"Where would you like me to put this?" he asked lifting the storage bin a foot. I pointed to the kitchen table just to the left of him.

"Thank you." I managed to get my coat off, holding it like a shield. He crossed back to the door in a few quick strides, turning to face me as he leaned his left shoulder on the doorframe hands in his back pockets. He was not quite 6'foot, with jet black hair that was to collar, his pale skin showing the beginnings of a sunburn just under his hairline on his forehead. Proof that he wore a hat when outside. His build was difficult to figure for certain as he was wearing loose fitting jeans and shirt. Did I mention he had a slight accent that I couldn't place?

"You could thank me by..." he grinned widely his teeth clenched, shoulders suddenly raised. "...walking around the neighbourhood with me. Maybe point out the nearest grocery store, or restaurant. I literally got to town three hours ago and nothing is hooked up yet. I can't even get a map of the place."   I nodded still caught in those grey eyes of his.  "Cool. I'll come knocking again in about half hour." he gestured then to his apartment with his right hand.

"Half hour." I nodded again as I stood there then for a few seconds my brain not computing before closing the apartment door. Just enough time to shove two pieces of the pizza into me, brush my teeth from the garlic breath and find a clean t-shirt that was a little more v-necked. At which point I realized it was too v-necked showing off my very comfortable but unsexy granny bra. I ended up changing back into the first t-shirt as I slapped my hands against my thighs in defeat.  Rudolph showed up exactly at the half hour mark, his phone clutched tight in hand. I noticed how tight actually, like his life depended on never letting it go. As we left the building, I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off him. Not just because he was extremely good looking, but because he was still gripping his phone like a life raft. That was until we turned the block and he started taking pictures of everything. 

"It's so beautiful here." he spoke quickly.  I gestured towards the next left turn saying the grocery was across that parking lot from the bank.  I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn't notice Blake's car parked at the chicken place next door to the bank.

There was a knock at my door three hours later, less than two minutes after I got home. And then there was another knock, followed by a rapid fire series of them before I had a chance to cross the kitchen to open the door.

"What the hell'd ya tink ya'r doin'?" Blake's words were as rapid fire as his knocking had been. His strawberry blonde hair was sticking up in the back from where he'd been wearing the hood of his sweater; his ice blue eyes squinted up in something that could be anger or disgust I couldn't tell which. "Some unknown guy gots murdered ten feet from yous this mornin' and I sees you, right, few hours later, out gallivanting around town with some guy I've never met before?" he wiped then at the corners of his mouth turning a half step towards the hallway, his right arm gesturing wildly. "What ifs that was ta guy? Huh? What ifs, that was the murderer?" Blake ran his hand then through his short hair closing his eyes for a second. "What sure? What were you babysitting or something? You going to let me in or what now?" he snarked referring to the fact Rudolph was a lot younger than us.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

"No."

"Then no, I'm not going to let you in. Night. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I closed the door locking it. Sighing, I allowed myself first a few seconds of silent disbelief at how worked up Blake had been, then as I crossed to the bedroom to change, allowed myself a half giggle at how worked up Blake had been. Sitting down at the kitchen table with the rest of my now very cold very coagulated cheese pizza and the files Vincent and I had gathered from my aunt's storage locker, I began to make some notes of my own. I started by noting how many clippings my aunt had gathered from the newspaper Our Local Source. Not too surprising given she did work there. What was surprising was the number of them she had cross referenced with a small red star beside them. I searched everywhere in the bin of files but couldn't figure out what that meant? When I heard the upstairs neighbour's alarm go off suddenly causing me to jump, I looked at the clock realizing it was after 2am already. Turning the lights off, I went to bed my mind racing with everything that had happened that day. From the dead guy, to the mystery man, to Blake's reaction to seeing Rudolph. 

I was just crossing the parking lot of the mini mall the next morning, still yawning when Vincent opened the door to the coffee shop. He stood there like an angel holding out the largest mug of coffee I'd seen. It was one of those extreme cappuccino mugs the cafe used for soup. I had to hold it with both hands as I sipped the still steaming liquid. "There's a reporter here to talk to us. I figured he might as well talk to us together." I raised both my eyebrows in question as I looked around Vincent's shoulder seeing an empty room. "He's in the bathroom."  Nodding, I shuffled to the nearest table dropping my purse and carefully placing my oversized coffee on the table's surface. I liked the design the worn tabletop had gathered over the years. People having left drawings in marker that had been painted over but still showed through.

"We meet again." I heard Rudolph's smooth voice as I looked up. He was standing there beside Vincent suddenly. Turning to him, he dropped his canvas bag on the chair across from me. "Can I get another large black coffee and just let me know when your friend gets here."    Vincent tilted his head towards him smiling, before gesturing towards me.

"That's Desdemona." Vincent's brown eyes sparkled as he took a step back to get Rudolph his order.

"You're a reporter?" I found myself whispering somewhere between shyness and shock. He nodded gathering up then a pen and notepad before reaching for his phone. He waved it before placing it beside him on the table, hitting the record button.


Tune in again for another installment of  Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Small world isn't it?)

Friday, March 23, 2018

Coffee Talk March 23rd 2018

Spudguns! How's everyone on this Friday morning? Awake at lest I hope.  Anyways, I'm not sure how to stretch this out to be a semi- decent length post?  Because it's basically just a program note.

I'm going to switch this week's stories around. Yep, instead of having an installment of The Nosferatu Adventures this Sunday (March 25th) I'm going to toss you another installment of the new one Cinema Files.

So, Cinema Files for this Sunday (March 25th)  and The Nosferatu Adventures will return next week (April 1st)

That is literally all I had to post on here today, and now I'm not sure how to make this post any longer?

I could tell you that in May, I'll be hosting Food 'n Flix for the last time.  Hey, guys guess what, in May 2018, I'm hosting Food 'nFlix for the last time. It will be my 5th and final hosting of it. (to be honest, for some reason I thought it was my 6th?) And because of that, my theme (that I have literally let fall through the blogging cracks on here) will be connected to my movie selection. So, don't forget to check back in later on for that. (I have been keeping up with the themes on my Facebook page though)

With that, I'll be back later in the weekend with Cinema Files.