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Nope I won't talk about how old I am, what I look like,or and what I do for a living. I'll let you try and figure that out
on your own.
what I will share with you is my hobby.Well the same one that I've had since uh-----High School,and that would be writing.There
were lots of dumb short stories then and friends would say hurry up write some more----what are you writing now----let me
read it I don't care if you aren't through.Oh I wish it was so today well then it has been some.There's been a few recognitons
a coupleof poems published here and there I'll try to include them.A couple of short stories been published by the Southern
Writers Group.No Pay and little Glory but then that's what I wanted.
A short detective story with a difference from LinnBelle's stories. As you read, the smell of limes becomes stronger and you
may feel the hairs - ever so slightly - standing up on the back of your neck ...
I hope you enjoy it!
The
Scent of Limes
Cara was thinking as she sat in the office "Someone was pulling a cruel joke on
her."
A close friend of the family for years, Detective Gary Harden sat in
front of her on his desk. He was waiting for her
to clear her throat and dry
her eyes and give him the answer he hoped he wouldn't hear.As she blew her nose and looked
at him asking, "You must be kidding Gary?" But
she knew the answer was no, it wasn't the joke she had hoped
it to be. It was
April Fools Day, and she was being questioned, maybe arrested for murder, Murder of one Scott Matthews
her fiance, so everyone thought, especially her.
But now he was dead, and she was the prime suspect. She looked Gary
straight in
the eyes and said "You should know me better than that. Our family has been
honest people for years.
Good honest business people. You have been in Gram's
store many times. You know she had a honest business, and she raised
me right "Yes I know she did, and I've never known you to hurt a fly. But Scott Mathews
is dead. I'm a Detective
and I have to investigate all leads, no matter how
close I am to someone. Now just where were you on last night Cara?"
She thought
about it for a few minutes and she knew he would believe her, after all they
had been very close. Too
close for comfort now.She thought back over the past as Gary waited for an answer. She and Gary had
been High School
Sweethearts. The fact was they had been friends ever since
kindergarten. They had followed each other through school.
They both liked all
the same things, except he wanted to be a cop and she hated the idea, that was
what parted them.
Gary had wanted to marry her, in fact she wanted that too.
But she hated the idea of him being a cop and he wouldn't
give up the idea so they parted.
Gary soon married another girl after he finished his police training, but he
never
got over Cara. But he did love Rebecca with a passion and she didn't mind
him being a cop. Soon he made detective and
she liked that even better.
And they had two great kids. Cara never married, it seemed she busied herself into making
a career out of taking care of her grandparents who raised her since she
was five, and running the store with Grams help
of course.
Last September she met Scott Mathews, he swept her off her feet the first time she met him. He was so sophisticated
and handsome, and such a gentleman.
She remembered how Gary had cautioned her, saying he was sneaky and he didn't trustn
him. She had teased Gary although he was happily married of just being jealous
of her attraction to Scott. He was just
the opposite of what she always like about Gary.
She trusted Scott if he didn't to her that was all that mattered. Gram
didn't like him either, she always said "Better keep one eye opened with
that one Cara Lynn." She always added
"Men like him like to walk all over innocent good looking dolls. I met a man like him once in New Orleans on a buying
trip. Child I could see right through him as well as I can see through this man of yours. Scott Mathews. He is a con man.
Never trust a man who wears pink. He'll never buy you shoes and will give you many tears, Cara Lynn Gram had a way of mixing
up proverbs, but she sure was wise about the world.
But she was sure she was wrong about Scott, he was so different to
her, he couldn't be like she was saying. But she never hesitated to caution her with
her favorite saying. "Remember
you can't unscramble your eggs." Even now she
had to snicker at that thought. That was Gram's mixed up way of saying
you can't undo a wrong, once it's done Gary interrupted her thoughts by handing her a glass of water. she sipped it and snarled
her nose and set it aside asking. "Is this lime water" No just bottled water."Sure tasted like lime and smells
like it, don't you smell that?" Gary shook his head no, but she was sure she smelled it. She never missed that smell.
It
was the one thing she hated about her grandmother."Funny isn't it though, I smell it yet I hate the smell of
limes. Gram sure liked it though, remember when we were kids Gary how she use to fix it and tell us it was lemonade?"
Gary nodded his acknowledgment. "She loved the taste of
limes. She drank lemonade with fresh limes all the time,
and she sliced so many limes it was like she used it for her perfume. It sure is strong here."
Gary thought
she was just imagining things, but then the fan blowed a fresh breeze toward him, and he thought he caught the scent of limes,
then he thought it was the power of her suggestion working on him. She still moved him even
after all these years now,
he still cared about her. But he was married now and had two good kids and was happily married. But deep down he still regretted
that he didn't make her stick it out and work it out between the two of them.
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