Short Story, Fiction #5

This one isn’t from a prompt, just something I had floating through my head. I hope you enjoy this one!!

Love by the Coast

I poured the last of the Cabernet Sauvignon into my wine glass as I watched the waves crash onto the rocky shore just below the deck I was standing on, and I leaned on the rail and inhaled the fresh scent of the salt water from the Atlantic. All I could see was ocean and sky for miles and I smiled as the crisp October air chilled my bones. I pulled my sweater tighter around me and sat in the Adirondack chair reveling in the glorious view before me while I waited for my best friend, Melissa to join me.

“I’m so glad you talked me into coming to Maine with you,” Melissa said as she opened the sliding glass door of the log cabin and stepped out onto the back deck. “It’s so pretty here, and a getaway was just what I needed.”

I hummed in agreement and raised my glass to her. “There’s more wine in the kitchen if you would like a glass.”

“Okay I’ll just bring out the bottle, and then I want to know everything!” Melissa squealed in delight as she ran back into the cabin to retrieve the wine. She emerged just seconds later. “Alright, Lori, start talking, and don’t leave anything out!

“Alright, I’ll start from the very beginning after you and Adam left to go biking yesterday morning…”

I decided to walk to that little cafe about a mile up the road. It was a quaint little place, and it reminded me of something one would see in Italy. The sidewalks were made of cobblestone and the aroma of the coffee invaded my nostrils before I even got to the door. Inside, the overhead lights were dimmed and string lights were strung along the ceiling. There were so many choices of coffees and teas to choose from that it took four chalk boards to list them all. There were tables sporadically placed throughout the cafe, each with black linen table cloths, and mini pumpkin centerpieces. I felt like I was being watched from the moment I stepped foot into the place, but I chose to ignore it. I ordered my usual and sat down at a table by a window with the view of the ocean.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” A deep voice asked.

I turned around only to find the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on standing before me. He had grayish blue eyes, dark, curly hair, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He had broad shoulders and olive skin, and I realized I had been staring far longer than I should. I cleared my throat and replied. “Yes, it is.”

He smiled sweetly and gestured to the empty seat in front of me. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” I smiled back.

We sat there for hours just talking, and I learned his name is Neil, and that he’s an architect. The funny thing is he lives only minutes from me back in Maryland, and he is in Maine visiting family. Apparently, they have a big Halloween party every year, and the whole family comes together to carve pumpkins, and his grandmother makes lobster rolls. I told him that I work for a non-profit agency, but also loved to write and hoped to publish a novel one day. We spent the rest of the day visiting the local shops and walking along the beach. We went to a farmers market and bought fresh produce and had a picnic lunch. He walked me home and we made plans to see each other tonight.

I proceeded to talk about Neil to Melissa and I invited her and Adam out with us tonight, as we were going to a pub that Adam was interested in seeing, and Neil had expressed interest in meeting my friends.

At the bar the four of us chatted about our lives, interests, and our love of Maine. Neil kept cracking jokes and making everyone laugh, which just made me fall harder for him than I already had. I love a man with a good sense of humor. The band came onto the stage and they were amazing. Melissa and I stood up and started dancing, while Neil and Adam sat at the table nursing their beers.

“I like him.” Melissa commented as she spun me around on the dance floor.

“Me too,” I replied as I repeated the motion she had just done with me. We giggled like teenage girls, and I could literally feel any remaining pent up stress leave my body.

Neil walked up to the band and whispered something to the lead singer. He then walked over to me and grabbed my hand. The band started to play “Gravity” by John Mayer.

“I thought this was fitting.” Neil whispered into my ear as we started to dance.

“Very.” I replied with a smile.

Neil smelled of sandalwood and a spice I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but his scent was intoxicating. He spun me around and dipped me, and just when I thought he couldn’t be any more perfect, he proved my wrong with his amazing dance skills.

The four of us spent the rest of the night, chatting, dancing, and laughing harder than we had in months.

I fell asleep that night with a smile on my face and Neil in my thoughts.

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman
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Thank you Mondays #3

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My third “thank you” is to my cousin/sister, Caitlyn.

Dear Caitlyn,

First of all I want to thank you for welcoming me into your family with open arms. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. Thank you for always being there for me, whether it’s a listening ear, my vote of confidence, or giving me a laugh, you always seem to know just what I need, and when I need it! Thank you for being the sweet, loving, forgiving, kindhearted, God-loving woman that you are, and for being a great cousin/sister to Neil and I. Thank you for all of the memories we’ve shared. I cherish them all! And most of all, thank you for being the little sister I never had! I hope you know just how much I love you, and that I am always here for you, no matter what.

Lots of love,

Kristian

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Writing Prompt #4, Short Story, Fiction

Custom Bride

I sat in the dark corner of the book store, watching her as she moved gracefully; her long fingers stroked the bindings of each book until she stopped on the one she had been looking for. She took it off the shelf and inhaled deeply taking in the musty smell of the old classic. Never in my life had I ever been so envious of an inanimate object. She smiled sweetly, as if she had found a long lost friend, maybe she had. She opened the book and her fingers gently brushed over the pages, re-familiarizing herself with the words that she obviously missed. I watched as her long legs carried her over to the table next to mine. She crossed her left leg over her right one and I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over her body. Her dark, curly hair lay over her shoulders, and her blue eyes shone brightly as they scanned over the pages in the book. Her navy blue dress hugged her tightly, and stopped right at her knee. She donned matching high heels, making her appear like one of the characters coming from the old, classic novel she was reading. She was so immersed in the book that she didn’t notice my staring. I couldn’t stop staring at this beautiful woman. She was mesmerizing, and her passion for reading only heightened her beauty, and as the minutes kept passing I found myself becoming more intrigued, and I didn’t even know her name.

“Excuse me.” I said to the woman. She looked up from her book and as her eyes made contact with mine I felt my chest tighten. “May I join you?”

“You may,” she said sweetly, as she gestured to the empty seat in front of her. I thought she was beautiful before, her smile made her even more stunning.

“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” I asked.

“Oh, that would be lovely, a caramel macchiato please.”

I set her cup of coffee on the table, and I extended my hand. “I’m Stephen.”

“Charlotte.”

A beautiful name for a beautiful face, I thought to myself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I said as I kissed the back of her hand.

She giggled and I thought my heart would burst right through my chest. We talked for hours and the more I learned about this amazing woman the more and more interested I became. I took her out to dinner at a lovely hill top restaurant with a spectacular view of the sunset. Charlotte was in awe, and I in turn was in awe of her.

She was hesitant at first, but I talked her into coming into my home for a glass of wine. her being taken with medieval culture, and I with my charming abilities was able to lure her in to my home that has been remodeled from pieces of a castle nestled in the Carpathian Mountains.

I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into her throat and make her my bride.

Note:  I claim all content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman

 

Writing Prompt:

Write a Short Story from the Villain’s point of view, but don’t reveal that it’s a villain until the end.

What do you guys think? Should I keep writing more short stories?

Love & life lessons,

Kristian

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Writing Prompt #3, Short Story, Fiction

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

A Study in Suicides, Part 2:

“Good morning, Dr. Valentine. We’re here to ask you a few questions about Shelly Briggs.” Lestrade said as we entered the psychiatrist’s office. I am Detective Lestrade, this is Detective Holmes and his assistant, Ms. Watson.

“Hello.” Dr. Valentine’s voice bellowed as he licked his lips subconsciously while looking me up and down. “Please, call me Brad,”

Sensing my discomfort Sherlock placed his large hand on the small of my back and cleared his throat to get the psychiatrist’s attention on him.

“What would you like to know about Ms. Briggs’? Is she in trouble?” Brad asked as he looked between Detective Lestrade and Sherlock.

“She’s dead.” Sherlock said bluntly. “The police have labeled it a suicide, but I have cause to believe she was murdered.”

“That’s terrible.” Brad stated, “She had anxiety and depression, and also suffered from PTSD that was brought on from the abuse she endured as a child. She was also in an abusive relationship, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she took her own life.”

“Who was her boyfriend?” Lestrade asked.

“Sorry, that’s confidential.”

“Alright, well what else can you tell us?’ Sherlock asked as he continued to keep his hand on the small of my back.

“She had fallen on some pretty hard times. She was laid off from her job. She was an electronic engineer at Baltimore Electronics on Richie Highway, and she also lost custody of her daughter, both due to extensive drug use.”

“What kind of drugs?” Sherlock asked.

“She was addicted to heroin. Look, as I mentioned before, I really wouldn’t be surprised if the poor girl committed suicide. Her life was a mess, she was a mess, and she kept telling me she had no way out. I had started scheduling our meetings for twice a week.”

“If you thought she was suicidal, why didn’t you put her in an institution where she could be monitored?” Lestrade asked.

“I suggested it numerous times, but she refused. I couldn’t force her.”

“Right, well here’s my card.” Lestrade replied. “If you think of anything else please give me a call.”

“Sure thing.” Brad replied. As we were walking out of the room Brad grabbed my elbow and jerked me towards him. “Have dinner with me.” He demanded.

“No.” I replied simply while looping my arm through Sherlock’s.

When Brad didn’t let go of my elbow, Sherlock towered over him and lowered his already deep voice an octave, “The lady said she’s not interested. I suggest you let go of her arm.” Sherlock growled.

“Or what?” Brad asked as he puffed out his chest trying to make himself look more intimidating than Sherlock.

“Believe me, you don’t want to find out.” With that Sherlock placed my arm back through his and we walked out of the office.

“Are you okay?” He asked me.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Listen, that guys a creep, but I don’t think he’s our murderer.” Sherlock said to both myself and Lestrade. “He’s wrong about the heroin though.”

“How do you know?” Lestrade asked.

Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck, and this time I sensed his discomfort. I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He gave me a sad smile. “I use from time to time, but it’s been a long time since my last high. Anyway, I’ve been around it. I searched every inch of Shelly’s body, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that there were no marks from the needle anywhere on her body, nor were there any bruises or any sign of her heroin use”

“Oh.” was all that Lestrade could say.

Sherlock’s eyes bored into mine, begging me not to judge him.

I was disappointed, but I showed him no emotion. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. I mean I have only known the guy for a couple of days now.

After questioning Shelly’s previous coworkers and boss we found that Shelly was living in a townhouse on Light Street with her boyfriend Charles. Here’s where it gets interesting though, the 4 previous suicides had also worked for Baltimore Electronics, and they were all women. Not all of them where engineers, some worked in finance & human resources as well. Sherlock and I looked at each other as we realized that all 5 of these suicides were connected.

Sherlock went to Charles’ home, he wasn’t there, so Sherlock broke in. He found nothing that led us to believe that he murdered Shelly or any of the other victims for that matter.

Sherlock and I spent the next week studying these 5 ladies and trying to see if they had any other connections other than Baltimore Electronics, we went back there and their coworkers mentioned that they had all dated abusive boyfriends, but when we pulled the autopsy reports no bruises were found on any of the victims bodies, just like Sherlock had noticed on Shelly’s body. Also, all 5 suicides were exactly the same, they were found on their beds with an empty pill bottle next to them, what’s also interesting is that all 5 victims had recently opened a joint savings account with their boyfriends and deposited a large sum of money. Sherlock and I did a little digging and with the exception of Charles, all of the boyfriends had also died. Sherlock was going out of his mind, he hated being confused. He was always one step ahead of the game and this time, we were both stumped.

It was now the 4th of July and I decided Sherlock and I needed a break.

“Come on Sherlock, you’re coming with me.” I said as I smoothed down my blue and white striped dress.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. It will do you good to get your mind off of this case for a bit. Come on, it will be fun!”

“I really don’t see what’s so fun about celebrating the day we committed treason and separated from England.”

“Please?” I gave him the best sad look I could muster.

“Fine. I’ll go,” he sighed, “Just let me change.”

Sherlock and I arrived at Ashley’s party and much to my surprise she walked right up to Sherlock and gave him a hug. He stiffened at first and then he relaxed and hugged her back. “Thank you so much for the adorable baby blanket and the all expenses paid date night. Come, I’ll introduce you to my husband.”

I looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, I had no idea he had sent her a gift to try and make up for ruining the surprise. He smiled at me and winked as we walked away.

I noticed Amanda walking up to me, and I greeted her with a hug. “How are things going with Sherlock?” She asked.

“Well, we’re having a hard time putting the pieces together on these supposed suicides.”

“I wasn’t talking about the case.”

“Oh, well we have grown closer in the last week, but I refer to our friendship as bipolar.”

Amanda chuckled. “How so?”

“You’ve met him. One minute he’s complimenting my deduction skills and telling me I’m smarter than the average person, and in the next he’s telling me I need to be more observant and calling me an idiot. I swear I’m living with Jeckyll and Hyde! Speaking of which, I just found out he got Ashley a gift for ruining her surprise.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. He sent me one too.”

“Really? I had no idea.”

“Yeah, he got me a bouquet of tulips and some lemon truffles, along with a note that said I’ve never been very good with words, so I’ll leave you with this quote: To thine own self be true,and it must follow, as the night the day, though canst not then be false to any man.”

My eyes wandered to where Sherlock was standing as Amanda had told me what he had written to her. I realized that the famous detective would never cease to amaze me as I watched him interact with Ashley’s husband. I was so focused on the two men that I hadn’t noticed Ashley walk up to us.

“I could listen to them all day.” Ashley broke my concentration.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Our men, mine with his Australian accent, and yours with his British one. I could listen to them talk for hours.”

“Except Sherlock is not my man.”

“Sure he isn’t.” Ashley giggled. “He’s was complaining that he didn’t want to come tonight. He said he hates holidays, crowds, and fireworks, but it made you happy, and perhaps you were right, you both needed a break.”

“It’s not like that. Sherlock and I are both married to our work, we work well together, but it’s nothing more than a friendship.”

“A bipolar friendship.” Amanda chimed in.

Sherlock came and sat next to me as we waited for the fireworks to begin. Ashley lived in a townhouse right behind the harbor, and her rooftop was the perfect place to watch the fireworks as they reflected in the water. We sat in silence as we watched the gorgeous colors blow up the night sky.

“That wasn’t a terrible experience, and as always, I don’t detest your company.” Sherlock said as we arrived back at 221 Baker Street.

Not sure how to respond to that, I smiled at him and wished him goodnight.

The next morning Sherlock came barging through my office door shouting my name. I rushed out, afraid that something bad had happened.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Charles’ body was found this morning, but this time there was a note.” Sherlock said far too excitedly as he shoved the note into my hands. It read:

To whomever finds this:

I killed those women. I had no choice, oh God, I had to. I stole the identities of 4 a;ready deceased men, and I got 4 women to fall in love with me and I killed them. I screwed up with Shelly, I fell in love with her. I revealed my true self to her, and when things got too deep I had to end both her life and my own. I’m sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Holmes.

-Charles

“Well, now you have your murderer.”

“I certainly do!” Sherlock exclaimed as he pulled me out of the office, running as fast as he could.

“Wait, where are we going, why are you running?”

“Hush.”

An hour later Sherlock and I watched as the police drove him away.

“How did you figure it out?” I asked.

“First of all, the last line in the note, sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Holmes. Clearly, it was someone who didn’t like me. Secondly, the handwriting. I saw the same handwriting in his appointment book that was on his desk. Mistake number two. Then I put two and two together. Dr. Valentine was working in collaboration with Charlie to collect the money from the savings accounts. Making the murders look like suicides, but Charlie did screw up and reveal his true identity to Shelly, and Dr. Valentine did not want it to come out that he was in anyway connected to Charles, so he killed Charlie and tried to cover it up by making it look like a suicide.”

“Very impressive Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock gave me his crooked smirk, popped the color of his button down shirt, and took my hand “Elementary, my dear Watson.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman

 

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Thank you Mondays #2

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My second “thank you” is to my best friend since kindergarten. The Timberlake to my Fallon!

Dear Ashley,

Where has the time gone? It seems like every year keeps getting shorter. Olivia is already 13 months old!! We don’t get together nearly as often as I like, seriously we need to set aside at least 1 evening a month to get together! Anyway, I want to say thank you for ALWAYS being there for me. 27 years of friendship is a lot and we sure have experienced a lot together! We need to do our celebration of friendship when we reach the 30 year mark, which is only 3 years away! When did we get so old? Your support and friendship have meant so much to me, from helping me study for tests, praying with me, crying over boys, helping with my wedding, being there for the loss of my mom, visiting me after surgery. You have truly been a Godsend and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you, and I know what when we do finally get together, it will be as if no time has past at all. Thank you for sharing some of the best years of my life with me! I love you so much!

B.F.F.’s (Ha ha),

Kristian

 

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Writing Prompt #2 – Short Story, Fiction

Hello, dear readers,

I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of positive feedback I received on my last post, both through Facebook and Twitter. I had a few requests for a continuation of this story, which hadn’t been my original plan, but I am enjoying this so far. Ashley, I hope this meets your satisfaction!

I will not be posting the writing prompt until the end of the story because it’s a mystery, and I don’t want to give anything away. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

A Study in Suicides Part: 1

I slammed the door shut with so much force that the neighbors at the end of the street probably heard it. I knew I had startled the man standing before me, but he didn’t let it show. He just stared at me, waiting for some sort of response. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a long sigh before finally speaking to the man who would not stop staring at me.

“I am interested in this case, so although I’m extremely angry with you right now, I will help you but right now, I need a shower, a tall glass of wine, and my blog.”

Sherlock is not a stupid man, he said nothing only nodded his response. I pushed past him and headed towards my bedroom.

Finally, after an extremely long day I poured myself a glass of Lambrusco and sat down at my desk to write.

June 27th, 2017

I reluctantly left the curly haired detective sleeping on my couch as I finished writing the note letting him know that I’d be late as I had dinner plans with friends, and I left him my phone number in case he needed anything. When I arrived at work everyone was looking at me like I had two heads, but I was far too exhausted to care.

“You look like crap.” Amanda said to me as I walked into my office.

“Gee thanks, best friend.” I replied sarcastically.

Amanda chuckled, “Verbal two by fours.” “ Seriously though, everything okay?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it’s a long story so I will explain it to both you and Ashley tonight at dinner.”

My schedule was completely full and I didn’t get a chance to talk to anyone other than my patients all day. I took off my lab coat and sat in my chair to finish typing my notes when I felt my phone vibrate for what seemed like the 100th time that day. I looked at my phone and saw that I had 15 new text messages.

8:47 BORED – SH

9:12 Are you really this busy, or are you just ignoring me? – SH

9:17 You have a lot of books by Charles Dickens, I too like the classics. -SH

9:35 Did you know there’s fishing lures in your underwear drawer? – SH

9:42 I hate being bored. – SH

9:45 KRISTIN! Seriously,stop ignoring me. -SH

9:50 You shouldn’t hide money in your fridge, it’s the first place intruders look. -SH

9:52 I should not have looked in your night stand! -SH

9:57 Do you like Chinese? -SH

10:02 I found your bike. Nice Harley, I’m taking it for a spin.” -SH

10:36 I went to visit the Baltimore City Police Department. They know they have a Consulting Detective they can call when their detective’s can’t figure out the crime. 🙂 – SH

10:48 Lunch plans? – SH

11:00 Who is Mrs. Hudson to you? I don’t think she likes me. -SH

11:23 Can you bring home body parts? -SH

11:45 It’s very rude to ignore your guest. – SH

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a deep breath. “I’m going to murder him.” I told myself. I sent back a reply:

5:12 I was not ignoring you, Sherlock, I’ve been super busy, Why are you snooping through my things? I love Chinese, why? Please tell me you were careful with the Harley? I’m sure the Police Department just loved that. .” Did you tell them you were Sherlock Holmes? I didn’t have time to take lunch today. Mrs. Hudson is my aunt, what did you say to her? Oh, God!! Did you tell her you’re living with me?!! I cannot bring home body parts. Why do you, never mind… we’ll talk when I get home. Stay out of my things! Want me to bring home dinner for you?” – KW

5:13 Why do you use so many exclamation points? – SH

Really? I respond to all 15 of his messages and his reply is about my punctuation? Anyway I finally arrived at the restaurant to meet Amanda and Ashley for dinner, as we do every Tuesday night. I explained to the girls what had happened and at first they just stared at me in disbelief. I couldn’t blame them it’s a hard concept for me to grasp, I wouldn’t believe it myself if it weren’t I who had actually spent all of last night with him.

“So let me get this straight.” Ashley finally commented. “That old rusty lamp that looked similar to the one in Aladdin actually held a genie that you summoned when you rubbed it and wished for whoever you had a crush on at the time to like you back?”

“Yes.”

“And the genie never granted any of your wishes until yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“So where is Sherlock now?”

“At my place.”

“You’re letting him stay there?!” Ashley asked, half shouted at me.

“What else am I supposed to do? I can’t kick him out, he has nowhere to go.”

“Kristin, the man broke into your house, most people would call the police, not invite him to sleep on their couch!”

“She does have a point.” Amanda chimed in.

“ Look, I know how this sounds. I realize this is completely crazy, but I’m the one that wished him here. He is in an unfamiliar place with nowhere to go, no one he knows,(or so I thought,) and I feel responsible. I can’t kick him out on the street. I just can’t.”

Both of them sighed. “I always warned you that your big heart would get you in trouble one day. Sometimes you are just too kind.” Ashley said with a worried expression.

“Yeah, well.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Amanda stated.

“Isn’t that the understatement of the year.” I half chuckled in response.

A comfortable silence fell among us as the waitress refilled our glasses and brought us our salads, only to be interrupted by a deep voice that I was not expecting to hear.

“Hello ladies.” Sherlock said as he removed a chair from the table next to us and slid it right beside me. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I’m afraid I require Kristin’s assistance.”

I looked up at him and sighed heavily. “Nope.” I simply stated.

“Nope? What do you mean, Nope? I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

“And I’m Kristin Watson,” I responded before he could go any further.

He was stunned and a bit annoyed, I could tell. “Kristin, we have a case. Someone’s died. I need you to examine the body.”

“Why can’t you do it? You’re the great Sherlock Holmes. Go make your deductions and I’ll be by after dinner.”

“Oh, you want me to make deductions, do you?” He hissed.

He snapped his head towards Amanda and looked at her, making her clearly uncomfortable before he stated. “You’re a nurse, you work closely with Kristin, you’ve broken off an engagement recently, my guess is you’ve had a string of bad relationships and aren’t quite ready for commitment although you’ve tried to convince yourself otherwise. Judging by your expression when I first walked up to the table you thought I was handsome and understood why Kristin wouldn’t kick me out, I overheard your conversation by the way, but now you’re doing everything you can not to punch me in the face. Am I close?”

Amanda’s response was some sort of grunt and Sherlock winked at her before turning to Ashley.

“How far along are you?” He asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“If I had to guess I’d say around 8 weeks. Am I right?”

Ashley stared at him with wide eyes. “How?” was all she could ask.

“They are both having wine, you are having a mock cocktail.”

‘Maybe I don’t like alcohol.”

“Mm. That could be, but then you would have just simply ordered a water or an iced tea. You like a strawberry daiquiri every now and then, and since you can’t have the real thing, you’ll settle for a virgin.”

Ashley looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I was saving it for a surprise. I was going to tell everyone all at once at my fourth of July party. I didn’t think you’d find out this way.” She was sobbing now.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise your secret is safe, I won’t say anything, and if Sherlock wants to live to see his next case, he won’t say anything either.”

“This is all very sentimental, but may we please go now? There’s been a murder.” Sherlock stated impatiently.

“Fine.” I said through gritted teeth. “You’ve already ruined this night by insulting my friends, I guess now is as good as time as any to call it a night.” I turned to Amanda and Ashley and gave them one last hug. “I’m so sorry.”

I sat in the back of the cab with my arms folded and my left leg crossed over my right one. I stared out the window avoiding Sherlock’s gaze that I felt on me for the entire length of the trip. When we arrived at the crime scene I hopped out of the cab as quickly as possible, leaving Sherlock to pay the cab fare. He jogged until he fell in step beside me as we made our way to the caution tape.

“What are you doing here?” A lady dressed in reflective clothing asked him.

“I’ve been invited,” replied Sherlock as he narrowed his eyes at the woman.

“By whom?”

“Detective Lestrade, who else?”

“ Wait a minute, you two know each other?” I asked.

“Yes, for ages now,” the woman replied “I’m Sally Donovan, you see wherever Sherlock goes, we follow. I don’t know how or why, it’s just the way it is, the way it’s always been.” “And you are?”

“Dr. Watson,” Sherlock replied before I could. “Now, would you mind letting us in?”

“The freak and his assistant are here.” Sally said into her Walkie Talkie. She lifted the tape and led us to Detective Lestrade.

“Good evening, Detective Holmes, Dr. Watson, I presume?” He asked as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

“Yes, good evening,” I replied with a wide smile as I failed to notice the slight glare Sherlock was shooting at us. Detective Lestrade led us to the body. I knelt by the body and looked up to both men, “Do you mind?” I asked them.

“Please,” they both replied in unison as Sherlock held out his hand towards the body.

“Young lady, in her mid thirties, married for a few years judging by the state of her wedding ring, I’d say the time of death was about two hours ago. She is cold, but rigor mortise has yet to set in. She is still in her business suite so my guess is that she came home from work, took an entire bottle of Tylenol,” I said as I picked up the empty bottle that was sitting on her night stand, “And then laid down to fall asleep, judging by the brief case and records she has lying next her on the bed, I deduce that she was a defense attorney.”

“Impressive Dr. Watson.” Sherlock said as he walked up to the body, “But you’ve missed the obvious. This is the 5th suicide in Baltimore in the last 5 months, 1 suicide per month, there has to be a connection.” Sherlock picked up a business card of the psychiatrist that was lying next to the woman. “You see, but you do not observe, Kristin. She came home from an appointment with her psychiatrist, something happened to her. She must have discussed something with her therapist and she couldn’t handle it. What else is missing?”

“The suicide note?” I asked.

“Elementary, my dear Watson.” “It’s the first thing I noticed.”

“Well, we can’t all be Sherlock Holmes, can we?”I replied sarcastically. “Why is there no suicide note?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No,” Detective Lestrade and I answered at the same time.

‘Such simple minds.” Sherlock said as he shook his head. “She didn’t leave a suicide note because her suicide was not planned. Unlike most suicides, this is not something that she had been contemplating for months, or even years. No, this, this was a spur of the moment thing, most likely brought on by something that was discussed during her therapy session. Instead of feeling better after her appointment she felt so depressed, so distraught that she couldn’t handle it, and she felt like she had no way out. Whatever the issue was, it was suffocating her. We need to find that psychiatrist and get answers, only then can we start putting the pieces together.”

I watched Sherlock in amazement as he made his deductions, I would never tell him, but I was in awe of him. The way he moved so gracefully, the way he quickly spewed out every word from his perfectly shaped, cupids bow lips, but I also loathed the way he made me feel inferior to him. He was the only person to have this affect on me, and I was still fuming at the way he had treated my friends, and I knew he knew it. He smirked as he caught me staring at him, and I cursed myself for making his head bigger than it already was. I turned to Detective Lestrade. “Thank you for your time, we will be in touch tomorrow, we will need to see…” I trailed off as I grabbed the business card from Sherlock’s hands, “Dr. Valentine tomorrow. Can you arrange that for us?”

“Yes, of course, Dr. Watson.” Lestrade replied as he once again took my hand and kissed the back of it.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he held out his arm for me to take and walked me out to the street.

I closed my laptop and stretched my arms above my head turning slightly to see Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. I got up to wash my glass when I felt his fingers gently grab my wrist as I walked by him. I looked down at him.

Sherlock cleared his throat, keeping his grasp on my wrist but not making eye contact with me, “Kristin.” He sighed. “Kristin, I’ve been around for many decades, and in every one I’m always the same arrogant jackass I’ve always been. I am guided by my brain and not by my heart. I have never been a man of many words, nor have I been a man known for apologies, or human decency in general.” He finally looked up at me,were those tears in his eyes? “I’m very sorry for the way I treated your friends, my words were careless, but I honestly meant no harm.” My heart melted a little as he said this to me, but my face remained stoic as I did not want him to know the affect he was having on me. “Forgive me?” He asked.

“Sherlock,” I said softly.

“Kristin, I always shut myself off from the rest of the world. I’m sorry that you had the unpleasant misfortune of bringing me back, but I’m beyond grateful for it, truly I am, and the last thing I want is for you to hate me.”

“Oh, Sherlock…. I don’t hate you.”

He stood up and smiled down at me, he bent down and kissed my cheek. “Good night Dr. Watson.”

“I’m still mad at you, you know?”

“I know.” He chuckled as he made his way to the guest room.

“Good night Mr. Holmes.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman
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Writing Prompt #1 – Short Story, Fiction

Hello, my lovely readers,

As most of you know I am writing a novel. I have been in a funk lately, and I have so many ideas floating through my head for so many different stories. I thought one way to possibly help me out of my funk, get my creative juices flowing, and hopefully give me ideas for my novel is to just simply write. I have decided to write a series of short stories using writing prompts. This first one was inspired by B.W. Ginsburg and a contest she entered on Instagram. The contest was started by writing_tips_and_memes. I discovered this too late to enter the contest, and I am also way over the 500 word limit. I am hoping to enter the next one. Anyhow, this sort of turned into fan fiction, which I wasn’t planning at first, but I went with it anyway. I hope you enjoy!

Here is the prompt:

A genie actually grants everyone’s 1,000,000th wish, but nobody has figured this out. Some don’t get to a million; others waste their millionth. You were just granted your very strange millionth wish. 

The story:

My day had started off like every other day, doing the same mundane routine, that is until I got to work and saw the Post-It note that was left on my computer screen that read: Your next wish will be granted. Confused, I re-read the note at least three times to make sure I was reading it correctly. I walked into the nurses station.

“Hey, Amanda. Did you leave this note for me last night? Is this some sort of joke?” I asked as I placed the Post-It on her desk.

“What are you talking about?” She asked as she read the note. “I didn’t leave this note, why would you think I would do such a thing?”

“Well, you were the only one still in the office when I left work yesterday.”

“Oh, well it wasn’t me. Who would leave such a message?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“Hmm… “ she said as she stroked the side of her jaw trying to think of the possibilities. “This is strange, if only Sherlock Holmes were real.”

“I wish!” I exclaimed. “If he were here, he could help me for sure.”

The rest of the day carried on as usual, with the exception of Amanda making a big fuss over the note. It wasn’t until I arrived home that I found an unusual surprise. For starters, my door was unlocked. I scratched my head as I tried to remember the events of that morning. I had grabbed my coffee and headed out the door. I was sure that I locked it. I walked inside scanning my living room when all of a sudden I heard my tea kettle whistle. I positioned my car key between my pointer and middle finger as it was the closest thing I had to a weapon, and I made my way into the kitchen. I saw a man standing in front of my stove, and before I could stab him in the jugular, his long fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulled me towards him. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my kitchen?” I asked the man as he let go of my wrist and poured himself a cup of tea.

“The name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am making myself a cuppa tea, would you like a cuppa?” He replied in his deep, baritone, British accented voice.

“What? How? This can’t be real.”

He looked me up and down before looking straight into my eyes, and I got lost in his beautiful green orbs as he took a deep breath and responded as quickly as possible. “I got in with the key hidden under your obviously fake painted rock on your front porch, not very clever by the way. I too was confused at first as to how I got here, I was on the roof of a building in London, peering over the edge, when all of a sudden I appeared on your door step. I deduced that no one was home judging by the lack of vehicles in the driveway, so I let myself in and looked around, and this is very real.” He picked up the magic lamp I had found in my grandma’s attic after she died. “Did you make a wish sweetheart?” He asked with a crooked smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

I shivered as he asked this. I hadn’t noticed that during his rambling he had gotten closer to me. He was tall, I’d say probably around 6 foot, he had high cheekbones, he was thin, a little muscular,and he wore a dark purple shirt that fit him very smugly and black dress pants. He was quite handsome and he smelled of old books and sweet tobacco. I swallowed thickly before answering. “Yes, but that couldn’t be. I rubbed that lamp years ago, I was only a teenager when I found it.”

“Of all the things you could have wished for, you wished for me? Why?” He asked mockingly.

Pulling my eyes away from the gorgeous locks of dark curls on his head and moving them to his beautiful eyes I said “Well, I didn’t think it would actually come true, but I wished you were here to help me solve a mystery. Someone left me a note on my desk this morning, and…” I gasped as I remembered the note. I was so taken away by the man standing in my kitchen that I completely forgot about the note. “Oh. My. God. The note said that my next wish would come true. I mean I didn’t really think anything of it.” I started pacing back and forth while running my fingers through my long, black hair. “I mean this is preposterous. Genies aren’t real, right? And even if they were this has to be my millionth wish.”

Sherlock handed me a cup of tea and led me into the dining room.

“It’s alright.” He said. “We’ll figure this out.”

We spent the rest of the night researching genies and alternate universes, and much to our surprise, both exist. Sherlock comes from an alternate universe that was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Doyle didn’t realize as he was writing his fiction that he was, in fact; creating a whole other universe where Sherlock, Dr. Watson, and their adventures were a reality. We found that the magic lamp I had discovered was indeed real, and while I never actually saw a genie, there was one, he was real and for this particular lamp he grants people their millionth wish. Some people never get their millionth wish, and of course no one actually realized that there was a genie to grant a wish, because he was never seen.

According to medical records Sherlock had died on January 15th, 2012. Sherlock’s eyes widened as realization seemed to hit him. “All of this time, and I never asked you your name.” He stated.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. My name is Kristin. Kristin Watson.”

Once again he smiled that crooked smirk at me.”If my deductions are correct, my dear Watson, You are a doctor?”

“That is correct, Mr. Holmes. I smiled as realization finally hit me. I am a doctor, and the address here is 221 Baker Street.”

His eyes lit up and his smile widened. “I think this is just one of many adventures we’ll encounter Dr. Watson.”

I crossed the living room to the fire place where I picked up a skull and placed it into Sherlock’s hands. “Welcome back, Mr. Holmes.”

Note:  I do not own Sherlock Holmes, all Sherlock related content is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I claim all other content as my own personal work. Any & all rights belong solely to Kristian L. Cosner Weigman
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Be the Change You Wish to See in the World!

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As many of you know I work for a non-profit agency in a very rural area in Western Maryland. As many of you also know, I chose this job because I enjoy helping others, I get to be part of an organization that strives to help people to self-sufficiency in many ways, but the department I work with focuses on assets.

Last February I received an email stating that President Trump wanted to cut funding for HUD agencies by more than 50%. For those of you that are not familiar with HUD or non-profit, HUD funds the majority of non-profit agencies across the Unites States. I was furious. That’s taking away funding for almost every single program that my department administers, including, but not limited to: First Time Homebuyers, Foreclosure Counseling, Weatherization, Garrett Energy Solutions, Home Repair and Rehab, etc… There are many more programs throughout our agency alone, this is only naming a few, and they are all funded by HUD.

In March I attended a conference and was informed that this would not only cut funding for the low-to-moderate income families in our nation, but it would also cause loss of jobs, as homeless shelters across the county rely solely on HUD funding! The reason that congress wanted to cut funding was because they were under the impression that HUD hasn’t helped any of the agencies, and why is the government pouring out millions of dollars into a program that does not produce results! Once again, I was infuriated. I knew that they were poorly mistaken, and so; I decided to do something about this.

I did my research and put together the facts, and I wrote a letter to Congress. I explained that in the past 5 years, in the state of Maryland alone, Non-profit agencies have helped 50,000 homeless citizens achieve affordable housing. That’s 50,000 people in Maryland that are no longer living on the streets due to funding from HUD. I cannot remember the statistics off the top of my head, but some of those once homeless citizens were able to achieve higher paying jobs and become first time homeowners. That is huge!! 50,000 in the small state of Maryland, can you imagine what the figures are for bigger states, such as: California & Texas?! I also went on to explain that not only would the homelessness rate in America increase if HUD funding was cut, but so would unemployment rates, as many homeless shelters would have to close. Inevitably, crime and drug rates would also increase. Is this how we go about making America great again? Yes, I actually said that!!

About a month ago I received a letter back from Congress thanking me for my letter, that it was one of hundreds they had received about HUD funding, and they were taking my thoughts and opinions into consideration. I was floored, I honestly didn’t think  I would hear anything back from congress, but it made me feel better knowing that I got my emotions off my chest.

This morning I received an email from HUD explaining that congress has given them over $50 million dollars in funding to spread across HUD funded non-profit agencies in the nation. One of those agencies is the agency I work for!! How awesome is that?!

The next time you feel insignificant, or that your voice does not matter, please remember that one woman from a small area spoke up and her voice was heard. Not only did she help her county, she helped her state, and her entire country! Speak up, be loud, be heard my friends!! YOU are NOT insignificant, YOUR voice matters, YOU matter, YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!

Love and life lessons,

Kristian

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Thank You Mondays. Part 1

 

Every Friday Jimmy Fallon writes ‘thank you” notes to random people or places. I have decided to take a spin on that, only my “thank you” notes will be sincere because I don’t nearly say thank you enough to the people in my life, and I will also do “Thank you Monday’s”, so I can start my week off on a positive note! My first “thank you” is to my husband.

Dear Hubby,

Thank you for being the most important person in my life. I know I am not always the easiest person to live with. Thank you for putting up with my crazy mood swings. Thank you for not complaining when the house gets messy because I would much rather lay on the couch and read, write, or watch TV rather than load the dishwasher or run the vacuum. Thank you for taking care of me when I’m sick, for running out to the store to get me Ginger Ale when putting shoes on is a chore for you. I understand how difficult it is for you to do something so “simple” for the rest of us. I GREATLY appreciate it, and it shows just how much you love me. Thank you for loving me. You have seen me at my worst, yet you’re still here, right by my side. Thank you for knowing exactly what to do when I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through the day. Thank you for understanding how emotional I am and being there for me when I get hysterical, even if it’s over something silly, like missing the end of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! Thank you for making me laugh! With the exception of the first month or so after my mom’s passing, not a day has gone by since the moment we met that you have not at least made me smile!

I cherish our inside jokes, late night conversations, and playful banter. I long for your touch, kiss, and smile every day that I’m away from you. When you laugh, that deep laugh that doesn’t happen very often, my mood instantly brightens and I want to continue doing or watching whatever it is that brings you such joy!

Thank you for giving me the best years of my life! I can’t wait to see what our future holds!

To quote Shakespeare:

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?”

Love always,

Your wife

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Stop the hate!

I keep seeing posts on social media about how Americans shouldn’t be outraged over refugees when we have American citizens that are homeless. Why can’t I be outraged over both? You want to talk about ways to help our homeless citizens find safe, stable, affordable housing? How about instead of spending BILLIONS of US dollars on a freaking wall to keep out refugees (that won’t work, by the way), we spend that money on finding housing for our citizens? We talk about how great this country is, can you blame immigrants for wanting to come here? If you were in their shoes, wouldn’t you want to go somewhere safe? Speaking of safe, you think you’re going to keep America safe by keeping refugees out? What about the AMERICAN citizens that have said they have sided with ISIS? Refugee does NOT equal terrorist! STOP THE HATE!!

I see so many Christians speaking of how we need to keep refugees out of America. I’m not saying that we allow every Tom, Dick, & Harry in without any kind of background check, but I do think that we need to have compassion for ALL people, just as Christ has compassion for ALL people. After all, aren’t Christians supposed to be Christ like? If you think for one second that Christ would have turned people away, you are not only part of the problem with this country, you are the problem with religion! We are supposed to lead by example, people are supposed to learn about Christ through us, Christ does NOT equal hate! STOP THE HATE!!

I also cannot stand labels. If you’re a feminist you hate males, if you are an advocate for All Lives Matter, you hate blacks (this one really doesn’t make sense to me… hence ALL lives!) If you are a rape victim you obviously did something to to allow yourself to be put into that position, if you’re conservative you’re a moron, if you’re liberal you’re a jerk, etc… STOP IT! Stop blaming the victim, stop playing devils advocate, STOP THE HATE!!!

My passion for people does not stop at the United States. Of course I want my fellow American citizens off the streets, of course I want affordable health care for all American’s, of course I want better benefits for our elderly & don’t even get me started on how angry I am over the care & benefits for our Veterans. I am & will always be proud to be an American, and I want to see this country blossom, but that does not mean that I don’t or shouldn’t care for the well-being of non-Americans. I care for the well-being of All! You do not have to agree with the choices of others, but as long as they are not harming others, what business is it of yours? Please, please…. Stop the hate! You want to end bullying, you want to end racism, you want justice and peace? Start with yourself, change what you can about you & your “world”, only then can we make THE WORLD a better place!

Love & life lessons,

Kristian

 

 

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