Saturday, June 15, 2013

Audrey, The Rat Hunter

 
 
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     I became a hero in my friend's eyes today. When I got to her store, she was upset.
     “There's a dead rat in a trap under the desk and I don't know what to do with it.”
     Well, I've had enough pet rats over the years so I certainly wasn't afraid of a dead one.
     Sure enough there was this small dead rat. I pulled out the trap, opened it, and picked the critter up by the tail.
     “Hand me a paper bag,” I said. I plopped the rat into it and tossed the bag into an outside trash can.
     As I was washing my hands, I remembered a similar incident that happened when I was working at The Government House several years ago.
     All of a sudden three women ran downstairs screaming. “There's a rat in the trap, but it's still alive.”
     It was in a trap, not trying to bite them, so what was the problem? I could handle that.
     “Anyone have a hammer?” I asked. My main thought was to put the critter out of its misery. I walked upstairs, smashed the rat's head and that was the end of the story.
     Well, not exactly. The story circled around the other employees for weeks. Audrey the rat killer. Someone even drew a cartoon of me with a hammer leaning over the trapped rat.
     I still don't know why people are afraid of rats. They're not there to harm you, simply to scrounge for food. I guess it's because they're nasty looking. But hey, there are a lot of nasty looking humans out there. Those are the ones I shy away from.
 
Author's Note: I had my share of pet rats. Read about Charlie in an earlier post by clicking here.
 
R.I.P. Charlie
    

Saturday, June 8, 2013

"Under Margret's Wing" By Audrey Frank Now On Amazon and Kindle

Book Alert!

I've just finished my novella "Under Margret's Wing" and it is available on Amazon and Kindle now.

Click HERE to go to Amazon.

You can peek inside the book there!




 
Thanks to my daughter Pam King for designing my wonderful cover!
 
Love Can Guide You From Beyond If You Listen With Your Heart “Under Margret's Wing” is a coming of age novella by St. Augustine, Florida, author Audrey Frank. A perfect read for young adults and adults who are young at heart. It is a story that will stay with you long after you finish it and make you want to tighten the bonds with your loved ones. Margret Helms was an old spinster who liked her privacy and was comfortable with her quiet life. A knock on her door was about to change everything around her, including her crusty attitude. “Aunt Maggie?” A pregnant teenage girl greeted her. No one had called her Maggie except for the sister she lost touch with years ago. “And you are?” “Annie Duggin. I'm your great-niece.” So begins a relationship that will span space and time between the two.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Love Comes To Charlie Wilson

     I'm writing a short story and one of the characters popped out to me - he could stand on his own, so I quickly wrote this quirky little story about what happened to him!

    This story is also published on A Quick Read, a short stories app for the android phone. If you want to view their webpage, click on the link in the sentence above. On their web scroll down to the area that says read on your computer and click. Love Comes To Charlie Wilson is posted under Heart-Warming stories. Or read it below.

Hope you enjoy.
                                                                                           Audrey


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Love Comes To Charlie Wilson

     How had it happened? He was the guy in his fifties who had sworn off romance. After ten years of marriage his wife left him for another man. If that wouldn't turn any faithful husband off he didn't know what would.
    Strange how it came about. He owned Charlie's restaurant and one night his manager, Lance, asked him to sit in on a date he had with this gal and her mother.
     “Why me?” he'd asked. Seems Lance wanted time with this Nancy. He hoped Charlie would keep the mother occupied. Charlie accepted with reservations. What if the mother was old, unattractive? Heck, it was only one night, so why not?
     When Nancy and Ellen Blair walked into the restaurant that night, Charlie's eyes widened. This was the mother? Tall, lean, with brown hair and azure eyes that sparkled. Not bad at all.
     “So, Ellen,” he asked when they were seated in the booth. Tell me something about yourself.”
     Ellen shrugged. “Not much to tell. Married twelve years, went through a nasty divorce, now I'm just content to wing it on my own. One man in my life was enough to turn me off men forever.”
     Charlie's eyes narrowed. A looker like her, didn't want another man in her life? Until now he'd felt the same. This one was different. She had a vulnerability and past sadness he wanted to explore.
     When they left, Charlie got her phone number and address from Lance. Something screamed at him. He had to follow up. The next morning he dialed Ellen's number, then drummed his fingers on the table waiting for someone to answer. Why was it taking so long? His heart beat somewhere in his throat. Suppose she refused?
     “Hello? Ellen here.”
     He almost hung up in panic. A pause, then “Uh, good morning, Ellen, it's Charlie. It's a beautiful day. I wondered if you'd like to take a walk in the park and maybe stop for coffee somewhere?” He felt like a jackass. Why would she want to see him again?
     “That would be nice, Charlie,” she said quietly. The softness of her voice mesmerized him.
     He almost choked at his end. He'd pick her up in an hour. He checked through his closet. Gotta look spiffy for a lady like that. He finally settled on a dark blue suit - sort of emphasized his gray hair - and a pale blue golf shirt. Yeah, that ought to do.
     He rocked back and forth waiting for Ellen to open the door.
     “Hello, Charlie, it's good to see you again.”
     Right then and there he knew he was a goner – this woman just dazzled him.
     Walking side by side with Ellen under the emerald trees in the park, Charlie wanted to take her hand. Nope, don't rush it. Did she realize how beautiful she looked in a lavender outfit and brushed back hair?
They found a small bistro by the side of the park. They sat under an outside umbrella and ordered black coffee. It surprised Charlie that she didn't order one of those fancy drinks. Down to earth woman. He liked that.
     “So, Ellen,” Charlie said, adding three packets of sugar to his coffee, “ I was wondering about what you said last night. What happened to turn you off men?” His heart beat wildly in his throat. He wanted to know, so maybe he could change her mind. He already knew this was the woman he finally wanted to open his heart to. Could he open hers, too?
     “Charlie, It's not a pleasant story,” Ellen said, slowly sipping her coffee. “ Why don't we talk about something else?”
      Charlie took her hand. “Last night you opened my heart to the possibility of finding someone to love again. You need to do that, too.” A flush crept over his cheeks. Would she realize he meant her?
      Her eyes softened as she squeezed his hand. “ It's so ludicrous, I've never wanted to bring it out in the open.”
     “Tell me, Ellen. It can't be that bad.”
     She wiped a tear from her eye. “ I guess it's time to let go of the past.”
     Her lips trembled as she told him about the afternoon she came home early and found her husband in bed with another man. He had tried to explain his new love, she couldn't listen.
     “I was totally disgusted,” she continued. “After so many years, he left me for a man. I'd have known how to fight another woman to win him back. But a man? I felt helpless and ravaged at the same time. I had become the other woman.”
     Stunned, Charlie could only imagine what that had been like. He reached over and kissed her.
     “Ellen, I was hurt, too. Not as bad as you, but we have something in common. I want to build on that. I want to hold you and love you forever.” He kissed her again and felt her respond. There was hope for them. Her kiss, shy as it was, told him they did have a future. He'd never let her hurt again.
      Ellen reached over and cradled his face in her hands. “I guess we could try, Charlie. I guess we could try.”

Monday, April 22, 2013

If It's Gonna Happen, It'll Happen To Me



I decided to put gas in my car today, since prices were down a few cents. Why not take advantage? I turned off the engine, and got out my debit card. I don't know how it happened so quickly, but it slipped off my lap and slid down between the two front seats.
I could see it, but couldn't get to it. Went inside the store, explained what had happened and asked the girl there if she had something long that I could squeeze the card out with. It didn't work so I went back to the store and returned this sliver of metal to her.
Okay, let's see if I can get my hand down there and pluck it out. It was a tight squeeze and after three tries I realized my right hand was bloody – I mean blood was oozing all over the place. The cuts weren't deep, but my blood is so thin and, of course, so is my skin. I'll admit I started to panic. You can't buy anything without one of those plastic cards and I only have that one and no cash on hand. I don't like credit cards because sometimes they can get out of hand. If I don't have the money I just stop spending. I took out a paper towel, wrapped it around the cuts which kept oozing blood, so for the third time I headed back inside.
The clerk looked horrified at the bloody towel. I told her not to worry but wondered if there was someone with thicker skin who could get the card out. She was the only one in the store and couldn't leave. Then a young man in a UPS uniform walked in. He looked as horrified as the clerk. Really, it wasn't as bad as it looked. I just needed someone to try and pluck out the card. He was very tall and thin with long slim fingers. Maybe he could get it out?
Well, it took him two seconds to reach the card and hand it to me. Like I said, the cuts weren't deep but my hand is black tonight. No pain, just ugly looking.
There are some nice people in this world and lately I've been running into them.


Sunday, April 21, 2013

"Trouble On The Reef" published in Stepping Stones Magazine

 

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Trouble On The Reef by Audrey Frank published in Stepping Stones Magazine.


I was pleased that my story Trouble On The Reef was published in Stepping Stones Magazine, an on-line magazine. You can link to the story and read it by clicking HERE or on the story title under the photo. If you like my story, please click on the stars and register a five star vote!

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Angels Among Us


    

     With all the chaos going around in this world, I found my personal angel yesterday.
     Someone had driven by and ripped off my left outside rear mirror a few months ago. My neighbor had fixed it back then, but with the scorching heat we're having now, the tape melted away. The mirror was hanging by a thread. My neighbor was out of town. What to do?
     I headed to Home Depot and purchased some heavy duty glue and extra strength duck tape. My plans were to try and fix it right there in the parking lot. I couldn't open the glue, so back inside I went. A very young employee was standing just inside the door.
     “Could you please open this glue for me?”
     “Be happy to,” he replied. Then he looked at me.”You gonna use it right now?”
      I explained what had happened and he said he'd see if he could help me out. Off to the car we went.
      That young man, Scott, took over completely. He put on the glue, waited until he felt it was dry and then meticulously kept adding duck tape until he was satisfied that the mirror was going to hold. We were out there for over a half hour. Another person might have just given him a few dollars and driven off. I felt Scott deserved more than that.
     “Can you take me to your manager? I want to tell him how helpful you were.”
     Scott grinned. “Yes, mam!”
     As I told the manager about the incident, he started to smile and Scott was turning red.
“If the world were filled with more young people like Scott, it would be a better place to
live” I ended.
     The manager shook my hand and said “Most people just come to me with complaints, never praise. Thank you for taking the time to tell me about Scott.”
     Before I walked away, I reached up and hugged Scott. “Just want you to know you made my day.”
     I've been telling my friends to ask for Scott when they go to Home Depot. One day I want to see him as manager of the store.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Days Of Wine And Flowers






     Finally Spring has sprung here in St. Augustine after a very cold winter. Trees are filling in with new green leaves - let's not mention all the dead leaves on the ground because I was too lazy to rake them up - Azaleas are blooming, and my heart is filled with the thought of the summer ahead and all the annuals I plan to set out in pots in the back yard.
 
     I hadn't started out to the grocery store with the thought of buying a bottle of wine. I am not a wine drinker. Still, there was this beautiful bottle of rose wine that caught my attention. Not the wine. The bottle - it had such a quaint design on it that I added it to my grocery cart on the spur of the moment.
 
     I got home, looked at the bottle and decided to pour out the wine and use it as a vase on my kitchen window sill. It didn't look that great until I added a few artificial flowers in it and surrounding it. Okay, I cheated. I didn't want to wait until I could get some fresh flowers. So now my window sill pleases me. And if I never get fresh flowers instead of artificial, I still think it looks cute.