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Thursday photo prompt: Light #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Light #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a woodland scene with a dusting of snow and the sun, rising as a rayed orb through the boughs of a tree.

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. I am working on that on NANOWRIMO since there is a beginning that needs to be told. Part of these prompts won’t fit into the book but will use some of them eventually after a proper beginning. 

Recheck the DNA

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Jack checked with the lab and made new appointments for DNA testing. He was getting anxious about the results, he had to admit to himself. Somehow he is feeling that things aren’t going to go their way. What if the twins aren’t theirs? He loved those boys and breaking up their family, and possibly another one, if indeed the twins had been switched, would be heart-breaking.

“I made new appointments at the lab for DNA testing. I explained the situation about all of us being tested at the same time to eliminate possible mistakes considering our unusual situation and what had already happened. They are fine with all of us being done at one time, and we can come over today. No need to wait any longer.”

“Let’s go this morning then and hope for quick results. The other doctor said it would take 24 to 72 hours to get the test results. Hopefully, it will be just the one day,” Joanne said.

“Ok, boys get dressed, and let’s get this DNA testing over with,” Joanne called out.

“Jack, you really seem nervous. What’s up? Are you afraid they aren’t our boys?”

“Joanne, I was studying the pictures of John last night, and it occurred to me that both you and I and our families are mainly blondes with blue eyes. The boys both have black hair and brown eyes. I am afraid of what the tests will show. I would hate to think that the hospital made a mistake.”

“That would undoubtedly be heartbreaking on all sides. I have loved these boys and you all of my adult life, and having to possibly legally have to give them up is indeed sad. What about the other parents? What if we have to drop a bombshell on them? Of course, that is if they can be found even. We are just guessing here, no hard facts.

“Boys get a move on. We want to get this over and behind us as soon as possible,” Jack shouted.

Piling into the SUV they all quieted down again and resumed their own gloomy thoughts. Until DNA testing is done, nothing can be proven either way. As of right now, they are still family.

Somberly everyone climbed out of the SUV and headed inside. Jack noticed a man bundled up in a parka follow them in from the parking lot. There was something familiar about him. They waited to be called in, and all four went into the back to get tested. All swabs were labeled and put into an envelope. Jack asked if they could hand-deliver it to the lab site that did the testing and was told no, but they understood the urgency and would get them there as soon as possible.

One of the phlebotomists was on her way to lunch and offered to drop them on their way. Usually, they have to wait for someone to pick them up, but due to the urgency, they agreed to let her take them. She bundled up and grabbed the package of swabs. She started toward the door, and Jack noticed the man was putting on his coat without being tested. This didn’t sit right with him, and he was already suspicious, so Jack followed him.

He got out to the parking lot as the girl screamed and fought with the man. He had her on the ground, grabbing for the swabs which were under her. Jack grabbed him and yanked him off of her and cold-cocked him, knocking him out. He held the shivering girl as she cried and trying to see if she was hurt.

“He tried to grab the package of swabs. Who was he,” the phlebotomist wanted to know, tears running down her face, freezing as they ran in rivulets? “He kept screaming give them to me, and I knew they were important, so I didn’t let go, but they are probably damaged after all of that snow they were lying in, although there was less snow on the parking lot than there was in the surrounding area and the light shining through the snow was melting the snow on the parking lot fairly quickly.”

“I thank you for going to the trouble and try to save them, but they aren’t worth your life. Let me tie him up and call the local police.”

Jack helped her up and then struggled to get the guy up off the ground and inside the building. They helped their employee get wrapped up in a blanket after checking for injuries, and the receptionist called the police.

Joanne was wondering what had happened. Jack moved quickly. He told her how he had noticed this guy around wherever they were and when he moved to follow the girl with the swabs and hadn’t even had a test done he was glad he had gone after them as the man was beating the girl and trying to get the samples and then told Jack told her he remembered having seen him as the EMT at that accident and how he had pushed the samples to the side and then stuffed them in his pocket. He is becoming more and more suspicious that something going on at home was at play here. Why ate they being stopped from having a DNA test done?

“Jack, would the King and Queen stoop to something so low? Could they have switched their twins with two other boys? Why would they do that? Stealing babies is probably a felony. I understand laws are different in the kingdom, but technically we had our babies in the general public hospital, and therefore, stealing those babies may have been a felony. I want to know why?”

“I am guessing that they wanted the boys to be able to take my spot when the King dies or abdicates. Well, the oldest son anyhow. They don’t split thrones up. However, since Oliver is not in excellent health they would train both boys to be in charge of the kingdom if necessary. I am guessing here that they kidnapped our sons and put them in the castle, most likely with Princess Isabella. Remember, she wasn’t too upset about the divorce. Maybe she knew the boys would be hers to raise, and it would be all up to her. In fact, now I remember that night and nobody was too concerned about anything. I think they had this planned. What bothers me is that my friends didn’t let me in on what was about to happen. I guess money can buy anything.”

The cops had arrived, and everyone was talking at once. “Quiet everyone,” the head cop yelled. “I want one person here to speak and that is the guy purporting to be a prince. First off, sir, do you have identification?”

“I have my royal papers from the Kingdon of Bhatangary of which I am the prince. Next, in line after my father, the King. Sixteen years ago I met Joanne and we wanted to live a normal life, and we had twins in a hospital on the mainland. Unbeknownst to us, my parents seemed to have switched our twins, the royal princes, with someone else’s twins. We raised these boys, thinking they were ours and the royal princes. I just found out the son I was raising didn’t have a missing Kidney like he was supposed to. I contacted Joanne who had the other son, and we had specialized testing done. The Kidney was there, and the doctor said it was possible it grew back if it hadn’t been permanently damaged. We have been trying to do DNA testing to see if the hospital hadn’t inadvertently given us the wrong twins, but there weren’t other twins and every time we had a test done someone (mainly the guy I have tied up over there would steal them and destroy them which brought back memories of the day our boys were discharged and the grandfatherly looking man and the very young girl with a double pram with twins happened to be there during a bomb scare. I have to go back to the Kingdom and confront my parents and the princess. They stole our boys, I think, and that would be ample cause for the King to have to step down and abdicate the throne. Kidnapping is a felony.

“Though Joanne, I will have to step in and manage the Kingdom for a while until things are set with the royal twins, and they are ready to take over as King. That is if they are since we haven’t seen their education all these years. At least they have each other for support.”

Before I leave I would like to get the results of the DNA test just to make sure. Can one of your patrolmen escort the sample over to the lab and have it tested, and then could you watch out for my family?”

“Yes, sir, we can.”

“Oh Jack, no, I want to be there for this. They are my children too! And I don’t want to leave the boys here alone. We should all go,” Joanne pleaded with Jack.

*******1528 words*******

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Glass #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Glass #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a bay with clear, glassy water, reflecting blue sky and clouds. The bay is surrounded by green hills, one of which may be an island in the distance…

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. I am working on that on NANOWRIMO since there is a beginning that needs to be told. Part of these prompts won’t fit into the book but will use some of them eventually after a proper beginning. 

Remembrances

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Jack checked with the lab and made new appointments for DNA testing. He was getting anxious about the results, he had to admit to himself. Somehow he is feeling that things aren’t going to go their way. What if the twins aren’t theirs? He loved those boys and breaking up their family, and possibly another one, if indeed the twins had been switched, would be heart-breaking.

“I made new appointments at the lab for DNA testing. I explained the situation about all of us being tested at the same time to eliminate possible mistakes considering our unusual situation and what had already happened. They are fine with all of us being done at one time, and we can come over today. No need to wait any longer.”

“Let’s go this morning then and hope for quick results. The other doctor said it would take 24 to 72 hours to get the test results. Hopefully, it will be just the one day,” Joanne said.

“Ok, boys get dressed, and let’s get this DNA testing over with,” Joanne called out.

“Jack, you really seem nervous. What’s up? Are you afraid they aren’t our boys?”

“Joanne, I was studying the pictures of John last night, and it occurred to me that both you and I and our families are mainly blondes with blue eyes. The boys both have black hair and brown eyes. I am afraid of what the tests will show. I would hate to think that the hospital made a mistake.”

All four of them piled into Joanne’s SUV and nervously started for the lab. Joanne lived in a beautiful area, and here they were passing a glassy lake, calm as can be, which sure didn’t match their emotions.

All of them were lost in their own thoughts. Jack had suspicions that all wasn’t as it should be. He felt that they had been tricked when the boys were born. He vaguely remembers that grandfatherly type man who was hanging around the nursery every day.  The day they were discharged the man was there with a young girl with a double pram. Twins? Neither their twins or those in the pram had any hair. Following the fire drill, he was beginning to remember that the man, girl, and babies were gone. Because of the drill, things were backed up, and they rushed them out of there without checking identities carefully. They had the only twins in the nursery.

If these DNA tests show that they aren’t the parents, he would have to go back to Bhatangary and face his parents. Would they stoop to stealing the babies so that they had a prince to be an heir?

He remembered seeing that EMT in the office while they were being tested, and then he disappeared after they finished the testing. On the way home, the receptionist, who just happened to have the tests to be dropped off at the lab, has an accident. He remembered the EMT pushed all the samples out of the way, and now that he thought about it he jammed them into his pocket. He suddenly disappeared, and another guy was working on the woman.

Jack checked out the office when they arrived. A man followed them in bundled up in a parka with a hood, and he took a seat but didn’t approach the receptionist to check-in.

“What are you thinking about Jack,” Joanne asked?

“Joanne I have a horrible idea. I think it is possible that my parents stole our babies and replaced them with others. I remember that grandfatherly man who was always around, and on the day of discharge and the fire drill they were in a hurry to get people out, and he came in with a young girl with a double pram with two bald babies. In the confusion, they could have changed the babies, and if the name tags were missing they would think it was just the confusion going on around them.”

“Oh Jack, you don’t think they would go so far as to steal the twins, do you?”

“Actually I do, to tell you the truth.” He proceeded to tell her what he could remember.

They had to get the tests done as soon as possible and keep them from this man who is following them.

It would explain Oliver having two kidneys instead of one. It wasn’t really Oliver he was raising.

*******734 words*******

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Twittering Tales #162 by Kat – 11/12/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

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Photo by Michael Gaida @ Pixabay.com

Scrambled Signals?   

By Tessa Smeigh

“Linda what did Joey do with my communicator. What am I supposed to do with this? I can’t get anything up, but a picture of people holding blank word bubble signs,” Ron asked. “I have to contact the leader. Now!”
“Here, you can use mine and see if you can make some other contact,”

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These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 5 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing it! This is getting harder and not sure how much longer I can continue it. 

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Web #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a frosty dawn, seen through the bare branches of trees. The sky is aflame, dappled with pink clouds, deepening to orange and gold. On the horizon is a small hill crowned with trees, behind which the sun will rise.

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. I am working on that on NANOWRIMO since there is a beginning that needs to be told. Part of these prompts won’t fit into the book but will use some of them eventually after a proper beginning. 

Remembrances

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Jack is waiting in Joanne’s family room in the farmhouse while she puts some dinner together for them. His eyes roam over the pictures on the mantle of John, identical to his son Oliver. Something is niggling at the back of his mind. Both he and Joanne come from a long line of ancestors with blond hair and blue eyes.

Looking at the pictures of John remind him that the boys have black hair and brown eyes. A rarity in their families. Jack continues to stare at the pictures and looking for some other resemblances to them as the parents and this current problem of the DNA of the boys since finding out that Oliver has 2 kidneys after all. Even though the doctor says, it is possible for a kidney that isn’t permanently damaged to regrow.

They have to redo the DNA testing as soon as possible. The receptionist seemed alright after the accident, and Jack had noticed the EMT had pushed the mail out of his way so he could work on her before moving her out of her vehicle. Jack hadn’t seen him pick up the damaged swabs and stuff them in his pocket though.

Relaxing there on the couch had caused him to fall asleep. Joanne covered him up when she brought in dinner, rather than waking him. He must be as tired as she was, and therefore after making sure the kids got home, she would head for bed herself.

A noise awakened him, and he found himself staring at a beautiful sunrise. The glow from it brightened up the whole room. The curtains hadn’t been drawn last night, and his dinner sat on the table beside him in case he woke up after a short sleep and was still hungry. Now he realized the noise came from the kitchen, and he hurried to see what was being served for breakfast.

*******316 words*******

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Twittering Tales #161 by Kat – 11/05/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

Photo by Michael Gaida @ Pixabay.com

Lights in the Night

By Tessa Smeigh

Hearing helicopters in the distance prompted Ron and his family to move quickly for shelter. The graveyard was too open.
“Do you think they know we weren’t terminated Ron,” Linda asked.
“Well, the fact that the gold also disappeared may have been a hint. Stay out of the lights!”

**********278 characters************

These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 5 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing it! This is getting harder and not sure how much longer I can continue it. 

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Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Web #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Web #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a suit of armour festooned in cobwebs, standing against a wood-panelled wall .

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. Obviously, there will be a different start and even changes to the chapters and names. I will take this to a certain point to keep your attention while I can, but like the other week when I had to break into this story because the picture didn’t work, it may end at any time although I will try to give you a gist of the story.  I am not sure how long I have been writing this or how much longer it will go. My starting point for the book will be earlier than this little series has gone.

Whose Kids Are They Anyway?

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The kids were starting to get over the gloom of their day. They had good news with the kidney tests. Neither boy has to go easy on their health and athletics anymore, and they were ecstatic. John didn’t have to give up his significant ability with sports athletics, and he could help Oliver learn how to play. They were happy that the doctor explained that it was possible to regrow a kidney, so there was a chance that they were definitely Joanne and Jack’s kids and not some strangers. That would be just too much.

The kids hooked up a sled to the snowmobile and loaded it with wood so they could light a bonfire at the top of the hill. They hooked up two rope pulls to help them climb back up to the top of the hill with their sleds. Flashlights were tied to each rope pull so they could be found.

“Hey John,” Susan called and waited for an answer. She wasn’t making the same mistake she made earlier. The boys look identical with their black, wavy hair, which is almost the same length. When he answered her she recognized his voice. She knew she would eventually tell them apart, but it was hard right now. “Want to ride down with me?”

“Sure, Sue, I’ll be right there. I am introducing Oliver to everyone. Hey Oliver can we see the inside of that old house you guys bought? I have never been inside.”

“Sure it’s old but awesome. There is an old suit of armor with cobwebs all over it. Dad can’t decide whether to gut the house and modernize it or go for the original look.”

*******280 words*******

Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 53 – MIST & SHAPE


Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 53 – MIST & SHAPE

By Teresa Smeigh October 2017

out of the mist rose

a ghostly shape, glowing eyes

Happy Halloween!

 

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).