The Shadow On The Staircase

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I woke up sitting upright in bed, in a cold sweat. The dream, the one that I have had most of my life, was haunting me again. I tried to slow my breathing, and come back into my body. My fear in the dream was so great that I always woke up before I was really awake – the mind was awake, the body was not. The shadowy figure always appeared at the head of the staircase, moving away from me. A fleeting thought crossed my mind – the same thought that I always had: What in my past am I so afraid of?

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Japanese Lanterns

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He walked through the party, smiling and shaking hands. The room was filled with diplomats and denizens of high society – all out to impress each other. The Metropolitan Opera’s rendition of Aida had been beyond compare. The after-party was not. He didn’t like the superficial conversation, or the pretense. He accepted a glass of wine from one of the waiters that were moving through the crowd. He would take the call, then leave. He was simply here to make certain that everythng was in place – and it was. At midnight sharp the lovely Japanese lanterns would explode, and havoc would ensue.

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Coffee And …

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Do you want to know what real magic is in this world? It is coffee. Pure and simple. Coffee can create magic, but it also IS magic. I drink coffee in the morning, and I am magically awake, and ready to face the day. I keep a cup of coffee by my computer to help me connect with my inner muse. My stories flow. I make a special cup of coffee at night, and my evening takes on a sense of peace. Coffee is a very close friend – it never fails me. Always value the lovely magic of coffee!

(c) June 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Theater

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Victor adjusted his cufflinks. He glanced up at the theater masks on the wall – a reminder that he placed there as a memory aid – that people are never what they seem. He was looking forward to this evening – the opera always put him in a good mood. Olivia was coming with him – an enigma within an enigma. Was she who she said she was, or was she who he knew her to be? He had a reservation at Eleven Madison Park for a late dinner after the opera. Would he complete his assignment? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.

(c) May 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Garden

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Images from “The Magic Moon Lenormand Oracle”, Heather Mendel, 2018.

Celine stood in the doorway, gazing around the garden. It looked like a stage setting, with the soft lighting, beautifully set tables, and the A-list of couture dressed people. Mark nudged her gently forward. She smiled, saying all of the appropriate words, but she felt like a bird in a gilded cage – which was exactly what she was. Here to help raise money for yet another project connected with the arts. She felt more at home negotiating deals.  But to do what you really wanted to do, to find your joy, you had to do what you had to do.

(c) May 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Falcon

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The Falcon – good memories here! Some of the best TV  ever – now relegated to late nights, if you can find it at all. A little light for a mystery – but it was all about mystery and intigue. The Falcon was a freelance adventurer – he could appear at any place, at any time.  And when he appeared, one knew that things were going to happen! Very suave, impeccible manners, and a magnet for beautiful women. That was the Falcon. I could say I wish he would appear, fullblown, in my life. But I rather think there would be trust issues!

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Restaurant

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Eleanore walked through the door that Ricardo was holding open for her. The restaurant was one that they had been to many times – it was actually a time capsule for their relationship. What would today bring?

They followed the hostess to a table covered with a blinding white tablecloth, set with gleaming silver.  Georgio took their drink orders, while they sat back to peruse the menu. They both ordered French onion soup, followed by chicken Madrilena. Eleanore would let Ricardo order the wine.

The mood was good – today was going well. It was not time to move on yet.

(c) April 2018 Bonnie Cehovet

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